Marrying a ghost doctor: running wild in the arms of a nine-thousand-year-old man

Ran Ran's tone was clearly disappointed, but since his mother had said so, he had no way to argue.

The ship sailed relatively calmly on the sea.

Jiang Chiyu sat on one side and stayed up all night. She touched her heart. From the moment she found Huo Jin, she always felt that she was slowly becoming ethereal.

One glance could see the future and she was dying.

"Mother, mother?"

Ran Ran's hurried cries were heard in her ears, one after another, so loud that she was forced to open her eyes.

"what happened?"

"It scared me to death." Ran Ran said softly, "I actually smelled the smell of food on my mother's body."

"..."

Jiang Chiyu had long understood that he was a dying person, so it was nothing to be surprised if he had some aura of death in his body.

"Mother, you..." Ran Ran suddenly started to cry. He hugged Jiang Chiyu tightly and cried so hard, "I won't let anything happen to mother."

"Be good, I am just a harbor for you to live in. The journey of life is short. Be good, don't cry."

At that moment, Jiang Chiyu really felt like a mother, and she was worried about what would happen to Ran Ran in the future.

But he is such a powerful resentful infant who can protect himself and is unlikely to be involved by anyone.

Jiang Chiyu was naturally relieved, but now he thought about it: "Oh."

Ran Ran was silent since then. A strange sound came from the house. Jiang Chiyu hurriedly opened the door and saw the high priest lying on the ground with multiple scratches on his body.

After only a moment, Jiang Chiyu's eyes darkened, and he stepped forward to take a look. The shark was still there, with no trace of resurrection.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Chiyu helped the person up. Fortunately, the injuries were all superficial and not fundamental.

The man coughed repeatedly and pointed to the window: "There are... there are sharks."

"Impossible." Jiang Chiyu said softly, "Wasn't it dead long ago? Besides, the only possibility is her, and she has not been resurrected."

"It's true." The high priest lowered his voice, "The shark hurt me, and when I activated the secret technique of resurrection, he stole the shark tear."

The wounds on the high priest's body were clearly visible, and the scratches were particularly obvious. He said he was a man, different from those he had met before.

After Jiang Chiyu heard this, he went to the window and saw wet marks.

I know someone is running away.

She thought again of the person who entered her room that night and choked her. Could it be that he was the surviving shark?

Jiang Chiyu walked over there, lowered his head and smelled it. The fishy smell came from the bottom of the sea.

She helped the high priest deal with the words on his body: "That's going to be difficult."

"What?" The high priest covered the wound, "Can't you trace the shark tear?"

"No way." Jiang Chiyu twitched the corner of his mouth, "He stole the things, how can I get them back."

The high priest suddenly became anxious and wanted to stand up, but the wounds on his body were so mottled that he almost fainted from the pain.

Jiang Chiyu frowned, looked at the algae on the wound and the green traces, and asked again.

"You're sure it's a shark, right? Did you see it?"

"The room was a little dark at the time, and I didn't see it very clearly, but he was covered in scales, and..."

The high priest stopped and began to process what had just happened in his mind, but he was too anxious and left nothing behind.

Jiang Chiyu said that this matter was difficult to handle, at least it was visible to the naked eye and the shark tear could not be recovered.

"What should we do?" The high priest's voice was hoarse and he was filled with emotion. He finally found it.

Jiang Chiyu patted his shoulder and said loudly: "It's just a pity that you can't resurrect this saint of the Shark tribe."

Jiang Chiyu's words seemed to be touching her heart, but her peripheral vision kept falling outside the window.

She smelled the strong smell of the sea. It was very strong. Her sense of smell was always very keen, but the high priest never noticed it.

The smell is getting closer.

"You are a sinner of the Shark clan, and you have lost your only chance of atonement." Jiang Chiyu continued, "Oh, I know what you are thinking. It would be better to die in the hands of a saint than to be so helpless. "

"Please, help me." The man's tall body fell down in an instant.

The high priest knelt down in front of Jiang Chiyu. His previous pride was gone, and his eyes were filled with humility.

Jiang Chiyu was a little shocked: "The man has gold under his knees. I can't get it back. You don't have to treat me like this."

"Think about it again. This is the closest I've come to resurrecting her." The high priest was excited.

But what's the use?

The outcome has long been determined.

Jiang Chiyu came out from there and returned to her room. She looked at the candlelight on the table, flickering, and could smell the scent.

"Come out." Jiang Chiyu's eyes darkened, "I knew you were here."

The figure came in from the window. His body was soaked and covered with scales, but it was not a fish tail, but feet.

Standing on two feet, is this a shark?

Jiang Chiyu had never seen a living shark before, and this was the first time for the saint to see a shark's body.

Obviously the person in front of me doesn't look like that.

In his hand he held the Shark Tears.

"This is my thing. Is that why you found me before?" Jiang Chiyu was attacked by this man once.

The memory of that night is very deep. The man opened his mouth, but he could not speak, but his eyes were full of expectation.

He handed Qizhu Tears to Jiang Chiyu.

"You want to resurrect the saint, right?" Jiang Chiyu asked, and the man nodded. Although he didn't know his identity, everything was clear now.

Jiang Chiyu said softly: "Actually, I just said that to you on purpose, to lure you here, but the ending is the same. Only he can resurrect your saint. Although I don't know who you are, Qizhu Tears is here There is still some use in his hands.”

The man nodded, left the things behind, turned around and threw himself into the sea.

Without leaving any words, Jiang Chiyu stood there, somewhat confused as to what this man wanted to do.

But she picked up the shark tear and went to the high priest.

"Where did you get it from?" The high priest was ecstatic, "He's back, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Chiyu left the things behind and said, "Resurrection. No matter what the consequences are, I hope you can bear it."

The high priest's body tensed up and his whole body was shaking as those memories came to his mind.

He should understand that resurrecting the Saint means blocking his own way of life.

"I have thought about it for many years and countless possibilities and endings."

The high priest said that he had been searching for so many years, and the shark tears in the past were the unfeeling tears shed by the saint.

It is hatred for him and despair of love, but this one is not.

"Go ahead and do it." Jiang Chiyu was sitting here, "I'm here to guard you. I always like to listen to other people's stories."