Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

Under the dim light, the red brocade box was like an abyss swallowing An Jinshu's sanity.

It was empty, no gastrodia, nothing she wanted, nothing.

A bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the dark room like daylight. A loud noise sounded outside the house. Before An Jinshu could react, he was dragged out of the house by the red carp.

The rainy night was dark and there was a burning smell. An Jinshu was dragged away by the red carp and ran away from the scene.

Looking back, I saw the sycamore tree standing alone in the center of the yard. It fell to the ground amid the billowing smoke.

At this moment, something seemed to collapse in her heart.

An Jinshu was pushed up the ladder by Hong Li, and then she helped him down the ladder.

Standing in the corner and listening to the bustling noise in the courtyard, An Jinshu had not yet recovered from his daze.

She and Hong Li were like two drowned rats, walking back to Fanjin Pavilion in the cold wind and rain.

Lying in the tub, letting the hot water wrap around her whole body, the warmth drove away the coldness in her body, but nothing could dispel the confusion in An Jinshu's heart.

Gastrodia's box still shows that this thing does exist, but how can the thing disappear out of thin air?

Without Gastrodia elata, there is no medicine...

She seemed to have no extra time.

Either watch Gu Qingchen die, watch the family suffer, or die with him...

An Jinshu closed her eyes and sank into the water. The moment before she suffocated, she suddenly burst out of the water, her eyes astonishingly bright.

Mr. Mo also said that there was no point in bleeding him to feed him. It might be useful only if all the blood was drained from his body. Then there was another possibility that even a mouthful of blood could save him.

How do you know if you don’t try?

The worst case scenario is that she drags Gu Qingchen with her to hell.

At three o'clock in the morning, the carved wooden door opened with a creak.

A cold wind swept in, and Zhang Cai sat up from the ground in a daze.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a dark figure standing in front of the door, with disheveled hair and flying clothes. The dim light in the courtyard shone behind him, making it even more eerie and terrifying.

Even though he was used to seeing big scenes with Gu Qingchen, he couldn't help but be frightened out of his wits by this "ghost figure" in the half-asleep state.

The next moment, the black shadow at the door slowly approached him.

Zhang Cai grabbed the hands and feet of the candlestick beside him and crawled to the bed to protect Gu Qingchen. Even if the evil ghost was seeking his life, he would never harm his young master.

"what are you doing?"

Suddenly the "ghost figure" in the darkness spoke, and what came out was An Jinshu's voice.

Zhang Cai then blurted out in shock: "Miss Third?"

An Jinshu took a step forward, and Zhang Cai finally saw the face of the person in front of him in the darkness, and his high-pitched heart fell back.

People are scary in the middle of the night, really scary to death.

Zhang Bao brought a lantern and entered the room. He had obviously just woken up. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother, what's going on?"

After saying that, I saw someone else in the room.

Zhang Cai walked over: "It's okay."

Candlelight is on, and things can be seen in the room.

An Jinshu looked at the person on the couch. Gu Qingchen was still lying on the couch in a prone position, and his pale skin now had no trace of blood.

"What did Doctor Mo say?"

"Ge... Doctor Mo gave the young master Baobao Pills, which temporarily suppressed the toxicity in the young master's body. He went back to prepare the medicine and said he would come back later."

"Yeah." An Jinshu hummed, and then said calmly: "You guys go out, I want to be alone with my brother for a while."

Zhang Bao wanted to leave, but seeing that his eldest brother didn't move, he tugged on his eldest brother's sleeve, but Zhang Cai still didn't respond.

Just when he was about to reach out to pull someone, Zhang Cai slapped his hand away and looked at An Jinshu and asked: "May I ask Miss Third, does General An want to save my young master?"

There was silence in the house, except for the constant sound of the rainstorm outside.

"No matter whether others can save you or not, you just need to know that I will save you."

An Jinshu looked at Zhang Cai: "Don't worry, I won't cause anything to happen to your young master. Go out and close the door."

"But..." Zhang Cai wanted to say something more, but Zhang Bao stopped him and pulled him out of the house.

After closing the door, Zhang Bao lowered his voice and said puzzledly: "Brother, you used to be very smart. Why are you so confused tonight? How could you do this to the third lady?"

Zhang Cai slapped him on the head: "You are a pickpocket. You have forgotten how the young master treats you."

Although he knew the inside story, like Mr. Mo, Zhang Cai was very angry at the attitudes and practices of the people in the An family.

There is still a third level of affection for raising a dog, but they are so cruel and unfeeling towards a living person like the young master.

Zhang Bao rubbed his head in pain and said aggrievedly: "Brother, where did you think you were going? I didn't mean that."

Zhang Bao approached his eldest brother and said in a low and low voice: "Brother, you are not afraid of the young master's blame."

He touched the person next to him with his arm and winked at him. Zhang Cai obviously understood what he meant, but he didn't say anything. How could the young master argue with him about such a small matter, so he waved his hand: "Okay, I understand. , just stay on guard while I go get some charcoal."

Zhang Cai glanced at the closed door behind him: "Pay attention. If there is any movement, go in and take a look."

"Don't worry, brother." Zhang Bao patted his chest to ensure that nothing would go wrong.

It's cold and rainy outside, but it's warm as spring inside.

An Jinshu cleaned his hands carefully with osmanthus soap and took out the dagger that was already prepared in his sleeve.

She knelt on the couch and wanted to turn Gu Qingchen over, but she was afraid of touching his wounds and had little strength. After trying for a long time to no avail, An Jinshu gave up.

There was a small bowl and knife beside the couch. An Jinshu took the candlestick and put the dagger on the candlelight to roast it carefully.

After the dagger cooled down, she bit the brocade handkerchief in her mouth. The sharp edge of the dagger pressed against her palm. The cold touch made her heart feel like it would jump out of her body. Fear and fear made her hands tremble non-stop.

The air seemed to be hot, and An Jinshu exhaled heavily.

Looking at the dying man on the bed, she gritted her teeth and said, "I will only give you a bowl of blood. If you live, you will live. If you can't live... then you deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade cut into the palm of his hand. Cold sweat broke out on An Jinshu's painful forehead, and the red blood "pattered" along his palm and fell into the white porcelain bowl below.

There was lightning and thunder outside the house. As more and more blood filled the porcelain bowl, the color on An Jinshu's face gradually disappeared.

"Gu Qingchen, you are a disaster star. In your previous life, you destroyed my family and destroyed my life. In this life, I will not be able to save my life. What do I owe you? You tortured me like this."

An Jinshu's hand was covered in blood, and An Jinshu reluctantly bandaged the wound. He complained incessantly, and his almond-shaped eyes were filled with water mist due to pain.

She wanted to feed blood into Gu Qingchen's mouth with a spoon, but all the blood flowed out.

That's all. It's her blood, the blood released by cutting her flesh. It's not a waste of natural resources.

She pinched Gu Qingchen's face and stuffed the spoon into his mouth: "You can survive by drinking. Don't vomit."

But how could the person on the bed listen to her? The blood that had been force-fed flowed out of the corner of her mouth again.

An Jinshu's eyes darkened, and she looked at the porcelain bowl in her hand, as if she had made some determination. She raised her head and took a sip of blood, then bowed her head and kissed her blood-thin lips.