What to do if you think the devil is cute

Liu Kuang's face is uglier than Gui Sha's these days.

Fortunately, no one from Guimen has discovered the change in Guisha.

But when Guisha said he wanted to go out, Liu Kuang objected without even hearing the reason.

"...No, sect master, you have so many enemies, go out now...what if someone comes to kill you?!"

Guisha smiled indifferently: "It's okay."

Liu Kuang was in a hurry: "Why are you okay?! Last time...wasn't it just that someone came up and killed you?!"

Guisha comforted: "It's okay, I won't wear a mask this time, no one will recognize me."

Liu Kuang was still a little worried, his eyebrows were tightly frowned: "But..."

Gui Sha said: "Some ghosts reported that Fang Zhijun is looking for evil doctors everywhere. I have to go and see what happened."

Liu Kuang frowned. He has never been a gentleman with a deep understanding of justice. Fang Zhijun has something to do, and Liu Kuang really wants to help, but if the price is to put Guisha in danger, he would rather turn a blind eye.

But... Guisha persisted.

He heaved a long sigh.

Just in case, Liu Kuang left the evil doctor's silver mask behind, and only wore a bamboo hat.

Fortunately, along the way, no trouble was caused.

When Guisha and Liu Kuang entered the door, they saw Fang Jia squatting in the yard alone, scratching around with a branch, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had just cried.

Fang Jia raised his head when he heard the door opening, his eyes widened instantly when he saw the two of them, he jumped up suddenly, and ran into the house, shouting as he ran, "...Dad...Dad! They are here! The divine doctor and monk are here!!"

After a while, Fang Zhijun stumbled out of the house, saw Guisha and Liu Kuang, and froze in place, then tears welled up, he took two steps forward a little excitedly, With a choked voice, he shouted: "Young master... You are here... Hurry up... Go and see my wife... She... She..."

Guisha frowned, and said coldly, "Take me to have a look."

Fang Zhijun's wife, Chu Zheng, was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her lips were pale, and her face was so pale that even a layman like Liu Kuang could see that she was in critical condition.

Liu Kuang couldn't bear to see this face that was exactly the same as Chu Xiaozhen's look so sallow, emaciated and terminally ill at this moment.

Guisha had a bad expression on his face, and he asked coldly, "Did you receive the medicine I sent?"

Fang Zhijun said: "...I received it, and I fried it every day for my wife to drink...but...but..."

Gui Sha heard this, and frowned tightly: "You mean, she took the medicine on time, but she became like this?!"

"Master... my wife..."

Guisha took two steps forward, reaching out to catch Chuzheng's pulse.

His brows became tighter and tighter.

"How...how...my lady..." Fang Zhijun asked cautiously.

Guisha withdrew his right hand, lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and finally spoke in a low voice: "...I have never seen her condition worsen...I can only recover for two days."

Fang Zhijun's face turned pale when he heard this - even the world-renowned evil doctor said so... what... what to do...

Gui Sha was also very restless.

He has practiced medicine for many years, and although he dare not speak of his ability to live to the death, he has never met someone like Chu Zheng who has been treated so clearly, but has no effect.

What was strange was that he saw Chuzheng's condition this time, which was very different from the last time. Although the last time was difficult to treat, there were still signs to follow. This time the pulse was so complicated that it was almost impossible to start.

He had never seen such a strange pulse.

This realization made him feel extremely frustrated.

He frowned, and continued: "Go and buy some more ginseng. The medicine delivered last time will be doubled from today."

"Okay...I'll go...I'll go buy ginseng right now..." Fang Zhijun's eyes were already red, and he stumbled out the door after hearing Guisha's words.

Liu Kuang stopped him: "Do you have enough money?"

Fang Zhijun's face turned paler, his lips twitched, but he couldn't speak.

Liu Kuang sighed, and gave him some silver taels.

Fang Zhijun thanked him repeatedly, turned and ran out.

Seeing Fang Zhijun leaving, Liu Kuang said, "Master...is Chuzheng's illness difficult to treat now?"

Gui Sha pressed his temples with his slender fingers, and said, "...Actually, Fang Zhijun should start preparing the coffin now."

"…so serious?"

Guisha sighed: "I've never seen such a pulse condition...and..."

Guisha paused, with a puzzled expression on his face: "...The strange thing is that it is very different from the last time..."

Liu Kuang turned his head and glanced at the haggard person on the bed. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

Liu Kuang never knew that his hunch would be so accurate.

Three days later—Chuzheng disappeared.

That day, Gui Sha and Liu Kuang went out to prepare the coffin for Chu Zheng, and when they came back, they saw Fang Jia choking softly. Holding a piece of paper tightly, it seems that he has lost consciousness in grief and pain.

Suddenly, Fang Zhijun let go of the paper, staggered and ran out.

Liu Kuang was taken aback, and hurriedly asked Fang Jia what happened. Fang Jia sobbed softly and said, "Wuuu...it's all my fault...Daddy asked me to look at my mother...I fell asleep...mother disappeared...all... Blame me…"

Only then did Liu Kuang realize that there was no one on the bed.

"Where did your father go just now?"

"...Yes... Mother just sent Daddy out to buy dahlias..."

Liu Kuang frowned and turned around, only to see Guisha picking up the piece of paper that Fang Zhijun had just grabbed from the ground.

Liu Kuang leaned over and saw a paragraph of paper written in a messy and strenuous handwriting on the paper:

"Sir, Azheng might not see the dahlia...

Forgive Ah Zheng for leaving without saying goodbye.

But when I think that my husband is going to watch me become uglier and uglier and die slowly, I feel terrible...

Mrs., you and Xiaojia have a good time...

Xiaojia is still young, and you are also young...you can find another mother...

I'm leaving...to the prettiest place...

Mrs.... so sad...

I also want you to pin dahlias in my hair...

I still want you to call me a lady again..."

After Liu Kuang finished reading it in a hurry, Fang Jia said, "Xiao Jia, stay at home obediently and don't go out."

Immediately, he dragged Gui Sha and ran out.

Not long after running, I saw Fang Zhijun inquiring and gesticulating in the streets and alleys with tears streaming down his face like crazy.

But Fang Zhijun is no different from crazy now.

Liu Kuang went up and grabbed him: "...Fang Zhijun! Calm down!"

"I'm calm?! How can I be calm?!" Fang Zhijun roared: "Ms. Chenshi said that she felt better and could walk two steps, but now I don't know where she went..."

Liu Kuang said: "It won't work if you look for it like this!"

Fang Zhijun was still crying, his eyes were dull, as if he didn't hear Liu Kuang's words at all.

Liu Kuang said patiently: "Don't get excited, we will help you find your wife..."

Liu Kuang handed the farewell letter to Fang Zhijun, pointed to a line of words on it and asked: "...look here...your wife said to go to the most beautiful place...you think about it, what did your wife say It’s good-looking, and it’s best to have a special meaning for you…”

Fang Zhijun's expression froze for a moment when he heard this, and then he ran towards the west like crazy.

Liu Kuang hurriedly pulled Guisha to follow him.

There is a cliff on the west side. At this moment, half of the sky is red with the setting sun, as if the fiery red maple leaves in the forest have grown to the sky.The golden yellow and fiery red complement each other, making it indescribably magnificent.

However, a woman in white was standing in the sunset, dazzlingly white.The wind slowly blew her large robe, and the slender belt around her waist kept fluttering. It seemed that her whole body was shaking in the wind, as if she could fall off the cliff if she was not careful. .

"Miss-"

Fang Zhijun shouted.

Chuzheng seemed to be taken aback, she turned her head abruptly, tears fell the moment her gaze touched Fang Zhijun.

She should have put on some make-up, her face was not so pale anymore, she had tears in her eyes, but she smiled: "Mr.

Fang Zhijun took a step forward, Chu Zheng frowned and said, "Sir, don't come here..."

Fang Zhijun didn't dare to act rashly, but persuaded with tears: "...my lady... let's go home... let's go home..."

After hearing this, Chuzheng gave a wry smile: "...but my husband...I go home, what else can I do besides trouble you...I might as well die soon and let my husband find a gentle and virtuous continuation..."

Fang Zhijun said: "No! What a waste of time - I only want you!!"

After hearing this, Chuzheng burst into tears, and she didn't wipe away her tears, just smiled softly.

Then the time travels back to a long time ago, it seems that it is also autumn, the maple leaves are very red, and the dahlias are very beautiful.

At that time, she was still a young girl who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and she opened her mouth slowly, as shameless as she first saw her: "...Mr. Ajun...Little girl has you in her heart..."

She took another deep look at Fang Zhijun, tears glistening in her eyes, as if there were thousands of melancholy and lovesickness.

On the pale face, a very light, very faint smile was slowly outlined.

Then she shed another tear, leaned back, and fell straight down the cliff——

"My lady—" Fang Zhijun let out a heart-piercing cry, and rushed towards him like crazy, but was held back by Liu Kuang and Guisha.

Fang Zhijun cried and pulled like a mad dog, and the ghost dragged him expressionlessly.

Liu Kuang shouted: "Calm down! Fang Jia is still waiting for you!"

"Xiaojia..." Fang Zhijun burst into tears, "Ah... Xiaojia... I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have a wife anymore... ah... my wife—"

"No...no...ok...I want to bring my wife home...I want to take my wife home..."

Fang Zhijun staggered west and ran down the cliff.

Liu Kuang dragged Gui Sha and ran with him for a long time in fear.

Fang Zhijun cried while running, and he was crazy all the way, as if his mind was lost. If Liu Kuang hadn't grabbed his collar with his left hand, he would have almost rolled down the mountain several times.

"Where is my wife... Where did my wife go... Why can't I find her..."

When they ran down, Fang Zhijun lowered his head, looking for his wife's body.

But nothing was found.

Torn and incomplete white clothes.

A large splatter of mottled and messy blood that seemed to be mixed with blurred internal organs.

as well as.

A mess of bloodstained tiger paw prints.

"what----"

Fang Zhijun knelt on the ground, holding the blood-stained white cloth with both hands, and let out a heart-piercing roar.

Immediately afterwards, he twitched and cried, and slowly, his whole body became quiet.

has passed out.