old scheming

The person on the bed was pale, breathing fast and sometimes slow, just when the mountain ghost thought he would never wake up again, he moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes for a long time, as if he remembered what happened, he smiled slightly, turned his head and said, "Is your face okay?" He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What, what?"

Her bright red wedding dress had long been replaced by a white gauze gown, as if she hadn't thought that this was his first sentence.She paused, and said, "What does it have to do with you." She hadn't closed her eyes all night, and she could still see the dark circles under her eyes if she looked carefully.

"My lady, of course it has something to do with me." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at her.

The mountain ghost didn't believe it, and took two steps forward, "You're not blind, you can see clearly, I'm not Hua Xiangrong."

"I said before, Du Ruo, you are the wife I, Wang Qingping Mingmei, is marrying. Unless you deny me, you will die until you die."

"How do you know my name?"

"You have tattoos on the back of your neck." After Wang Qingping finished speaking, he sat up slowly. The distance between the two of them got closer, their breaths were exchanging, and his eyes were like pearls, "Should I call you my wife? If so?"

"Who is your wife? A mortal body is shameless!" The mountain ghost hid his face back and said angrily.

"Hahahahaha..."

"why are you laughing?"

"Although I'm in a coma, it's not like I'm incapacitated. It seems that my wife replaced me with 'Qingping' one after another at night." Wang Qingping followed her face and moved forward a little bit.

The mountain ghost seemed to stand up and hide farther away, but was held down by Wang Qingping, "Don't you like me? You don't like me, why would you ignore him after being covered by Su Mu? Bring me back? You don't like me, why would you want to go back to the mountain temple to witness the wedding ceremony on the wedding day?"

"Ah Ruo, I don't care what you are cultivating, whether it is a demon or a god, I like you. Whenever, as long as you are willing, as long as you don't dislike it, I will accompany you to go mountains and seas."

The mountain ghost Du Ruo was stunned for a moment, then slowly softened his tone and asked, "When did you know? When did you know that I'm not Hua Xiangrong's?"

"I don't know. But that day in the alley, the moment you tied my belt, I knew that you were the woman I identified."

"Go away!" Shan Gui waved his sleeves, and Wang Qingping was overturned on the bed by his demon force, the pain from his internal organs made him retch.

***

Rather than saying that everyone sat together to discuss countermeasures as usual today, it is better to say that they are waiting to die together, as if sitting together, the unspoken fear in their hearts can be reduced a little.

Today Su Guyao was extremely depressed, as if there was a stone pressing down on his heart, Su Mu's words "My Yao'er would not do such disgusting things as liking men" was always in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.Subconsciously, he stood some distance away from Su Mu.

"There were many casualties in my village, and most of them went with the whole family, and no one collected the corpses." Wang Yuanwai said, with snot and tears, "I blame Wang Er for the marriage ceremony. Wang Er is not a thing. !"

"No one thinks about the king or the king."

Su Mu also comforted him, "That's right, Uncle Wang, there are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have good and bad fortunes every day. Fate gives it, and you can't escape it."

Suddenly someone suggested: "Since there is no one to collect the corpse, it is better to burn down the mountain temple, not only to remember the dead, but also to avenge the villagers."

Before Su Mu could speak, everyone echoed along the way and dispersed.

Su Mu thought to himself: Forget it, burn it if you like, it's better than rotting corpses and plagues.

Now only Su Mu's master and apprentice and Wang Yuanwai and his wife were left holding Zhou Niannian. Mrs. Wang wept while coaxing Zhou Niannian, "Nephew, what do you call this? I should be happy to add a baby, but Now, my daughter-in-law is gone, and my son is gone." She wiped her tears as she spoke, "You say I'm stupid, but at the beginning of July, I saw that Rong Rong's ten fingers were wrapped in gauze. My son's embroidered belt is full of needles. When I saw her on the sixth day, her injury disappeared. I wondered! How did it heal so quickly? I should have discovered it earlier—— "

Mrs. Wang burst into tears, but Su Mu stood up suddenly, and said nervously, "I know where Rong Rong is." Before a few people could ask questions, she trotted out, and Su Guyao quickly followed.

This is the direction to the mountain temple, Su Guyao also thought of something.

Waiting for the king to run to the mountain temple step by step, all he saw was the raging fire billowing black smoke, and there was no water source nearby, so the villagers had to stand by with puzzled faces.

"What's in this temple? Why is Mr. Su so nervous?"

"That's right! Young Master Su also went in, the fire is so big, just in case..."

"Hurry up and help, Mr. Su, if there is something wrong, we are in the mountain village, we are really waiting to die!" Wang Yuanwai shouted while panting.

The fire burned the beams of the house, and a large round log fell on the stone statue, knocking the stone statue to the ground. However, Su Mu's master and apprentice were trying to drag the stone statue out just now, but the wood smashed them to waste all previous efforts.Fortunately, several villagers rushed in at this time, shouting: "Master Su, Mr. Su, we are here to help you."

"This witch has done a lot of evil, why did you fish her out?!"

"It's too late, go out and explain to everyone."

——Daddy, look at the fingers of the mountain statue are full of ant holes——this is what Xiao Niannian said unintentionally.

To show respect, the villagers built the statue of the mountain god dignified and tall. If the mountain ghost wanted to turn Hua Xiangrong into a stone statue, it would have to enlarge every part of her body, and she might not pay attention to such small details as the eye of a needle.

When everyone heard that the stone statue was Miss Rong Rong, they sighed for a while.

The crowd dragged the statue out with great effort, and the corners were blackened by the smoke. Wang Yuanwai had asked someone to prepare the bullock cart. Half of the statue was placed on the bullock cart, and the other half was dragged by the crowd. , reluctantly went back to the medicine house.

Su Mu remembered that the first time he came in, the smell of medicinal herbs wafted through his nostrils, and the door boy was running around. At that time, Wang Qingping was a respected elder brother, and the village head Hualao was still there. He said "Humph!" "It can scare the dead back to life.

Now, the head of Hualao Village is gone, his eldest apprentice is obsessed with ghosts, his second apprentice is a disappointment, his granddaughter has turned into a stone again, and the medicine house has become a dilapidated dilapidated house in a few days. The half-dried herbs were moldy from the rain, and occasionally there was a rancid smell.

Maybe it's because it's the farthest away from the mountain temple, or maybe it's because there are more repellents such as sulfur and cinnabar in the medicine hut. In a coma, there are traces of scorching on the corners of the skirt and other places.

"Oh! This stone statue is really a girl from the Hua family!"

"That old witch is really vicious!"

"Master Su really has both talent and appearance."

The villagers who didn't believe it at first were so stunned that they couldn't speak.

Su Guyao hurried forward and grabbed Hua Xiangrong's wrist, and used the medical skills he had exchanged with Wang Qingping for the past four years to feel her pulse. He is probably the only person in the village who knows medical skills.

On the contrary, Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief. All along the way, he was thinking about how to undo the magic of the mountain ghost and transform Hua Xiangrong back. Even if he transformed back, would Hua Xiangrong still be alive?

Seeing Su Guyao pick her up and send her to the bedroom to lie down, Su Mu asked, "Yao'er, how is she?"

"The pulse is very weak. I haven't had a drop of water for so many days. Let's cook more supplements."

Seeing Su Guyao's expression when he spoke, Su Mu knew that Hua Xiangrong should be fine except for being hungry.He breathed a sigh of relief again, but this breath did not let him relax to the end.

Mrs. Wang hurriedly brought the chicken soup, Su Mu took it and quickly scooped out a bowl, cooled it down and brought it to Rong Rong's mouth.

Hua Xiangrong was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her complexion was sallow due to malnutrition, Su Mu gently pried open her mouth and sent the chicken soup in.

There was only half a spoonful of chicken soup, but it all overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Su Mu tried again, but it was still the same.

"Xiaoyao, didn't you say she's fine?" Mrs. Wang picked up Zhou Niannian, and she was on the verge of crying again.

"There is no problem with the pulse condition." Su Guyao said: "The problem is that she is awake."

"What do you mean?"

"With a clear mind and a firm mind, I want to die."

The grandfather who pulled her up with a handful of feces and urine fell into a pool of blood. The senior brother who had been looking forward to the wedding ceremony for many years was taken away and loved for many years belonged to someone else. These two people were her whole world. At that time, Hua Xiangrong Right in the temple, and the place with the best view, clearly watching the world collapse but powerless.

A sober person has no ties to live.

It was late at night, Su Mu quietly got up and walked towards the medicine house.

On the way, he paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, and continued walking forward without stopping.

He kissed him, his little rogue apprentice actually kissed him, Su Mu thought.

In fact, he didn't think it was disgusting for a man to like a man, but that it was unforgivable for his apprentice to like his master. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed Su Guyao's abnormal dependence on him before, but he didn't think much about it, and he didn't want to think about it too much.

Su Guyao, if any girl marries him, must have cultivated the blessings of eight lifetimes.

But he is not a girl, he has not cultivated for eight lifetimes, and he still does things that are detrimental to morality.

Su Mu forcibly calmed himself down, and simply cooked a bowl of porridge in the kitchen of the medicine house, then sat down in front of Rong Rong's bed, and said softly and amiably, "Rong Rong, senior brother cooked your last meal." Love's medicinal porridge, take a bite!"

Su Mu scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it to Rongrong's mouth, but it still flowed out just like in the daytime.

Su Mu put down the porridge, and laughed as if mocking himself. This was his original voice, "Big brother forgot, Wang Xiandi's body smells like herbs." As he spoke, he took her hand, held it in his palm, and said A long sigh, "Rong Rong."

Both ambiguous and heartache.

"Rong Rong, there is no big brother, but big brother is here, and big brother can take care of you for the rest of your life."

Su Guyao stood silently outside the door, clenched his hands into fists, and pressed them firmly against his teeth. He felt that this must be his own illusion.