A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Song Qiran said: "It's difficult to understand."

Sheng Zhiyu said: "I still think Xiaona is suspicious. Her deskmate Xiaoshui told me that Xiaona has never even held a boy's hand.

But when I told Xiaona about Ah Mei’s death, she was able to tell at a glance that the thing inside Ah Mei was a man’s thing in her panic.

Is this something a girl who has never held a boy's hand can do? If I had been in a state of extreme fear, I might not have been able to recognize that..."

"Ahem, junior sister, you don't have to say anything anymore, I understand." Song Qiran saw that Sheng Zhiyu was getting more and more outrageous as she spoke. She dared to speak, but he didn't dare to listen.

"So what is Xiaona's background?" Sheng Zhiyu asked.

Song Qiran said: "Every student who has come to the school infirmary has registration information. Both Xiaona's parents are dead, and she is the only one in the family."

"No wonder she is being bullied." Sheng Zhiyu sighed, "It's easier to handle it if there is only one person. We can sneak into Xiaona's room secretly. She is in class now, why don't we leave immediately?"

Song Qiran nodded: "Qi Heyi, please don't go. His skills are too poor and going will only hinder us."

Qi Heyi: "..."

At this moment, Sheng Zhiyu suddenly felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help but cover his chest with his hands.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Song Qiran looked at her and looked a little pale.

Sheng Zhiyu felt his breathing getting faster and faster: "I don't know, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Song Qiran realized the seriousness and couldn't care about anything else for a moment: "Qi Heyi, avoid it!"

Qi Heyi was startled and had to turn around.

Song Qiran tore off Sheng Zhiyu's clothes and found that her heart was faintly black: "How could it be that you have lowered your head? You didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something.

Blood is not necessarily required to lower the head, body fluids are also acceptable.

When he and Qi Heyi arrived, Chu Muyan had already taken Sheng Zhiyu away for a while. It shouldn't be difficult to collect body fluids.

When Qi Heyi heard that he bowed his head, he immediately panicked.

Sheng Zhiyu has always been her backbone, but in this dungeon, she has been plotted one after another, and now she has been demoted.

"Chu Muyan will not hurt me..." Sheng Zhiyu felt his heart tightening, "Someone has the power to kill me, and Chu Muyan is afraid that he will be taken advantage of."

"You said there is someone with the power of Hajian who wants to kill you?" Song Qiran stared.

Sheng Zhiyu said with difficulty: "Now that it has happened, I won't hide it from you anymore. I am actually Yu..."

Before she finished speaking, she spit out a mouthful of black blood and fainted.

The door to the infirmary was kicked open, and Chu Muyan ran in in a panic: "Zhizhi!"

"Chu Muyan, what on earth did you do to her?" Song Qiran raised her eyes, wishing to tear Chu Muyan into pieces.

Chu Muyan also regretted it. A mysterious man in Hajian promised to help her get Sheng Zhiyu, so that Sheng Zhiyu would also become a part of Hajian.

He thought that man just took a fancy to Sheng Zhiyu and wanted to win over him, but he didn't expect that he wanted Sheng Zhiyu's life.

But why did that person kill Sheng Zhiyu?

Chu Muyan's mind was in chaos: "The lowering of the head can be lifted. I will take you to find Master Wuta right now!"

Sheng Zhiyu's matter was rather urgent, so Song Qiran immediately decided to save Sheng Zhiyu first, and then settle the score with Chu Muyan after the matter was over.

After Chu Muyan got in the car, he started to step on the accelerator. Song Qiran sat in the back seat with Sheng Zhiyu in his arms, feeling her breathing getting weaker and weaker: "What kind of lowering is this? It's so vicious."

Chu Muyan gritted his teeth: "I made him fall in love with me because I wanted to know that he would only love me forever. I didn't expect him to fall in love with me in any other way."

Song Qiran was speechless at Chu Muyan. He actually dared to use something like lowering his head to harm others and himself on Sheng Zhiyu.

I really don't know what to say about him.

When he arrived at the place, Chu Muyan immediately got out of the car, only to find that the original stall had disappeared.

"How could this happen?" Chu Muyan muttered to himself absentmindedly.

"Why can't this be like this?" Song Qiran said angrily, "Since he gave junior sister another blow, he must have been sent by that person to take her life. Thanks to you for handing over a good knife!"

Chu Muyan had already blamed himself beyond words: "If something happens to Zhizhi, I will kill myself."

"What's the use of killing yourself? Can you compensate my senior sister?" Qi Heyi was so angry that he stepped forward and punched Chu Muyan. "It's a shame that senior sister still believes in you so much. You almost killed me." Help you make excuses!"

Chu Muyan's handsome face was knocked to one side, but he didn't fight back.

Of course he heard what Sheng Zhiyu said.

She said he was taken advantage of.

Sure enough, she had known for a long time that there were forces in Hazama that wanted to kill him, but she kept silent to him.

"What should we do now?" Qi Heyi asked at a loss.

Song Qiran felt Sheng Zhiyu cry out in pain in his arms.

"Junior sister, how are you?" Song Qiran asked nervously.

Sheng Zhiyu had fainted from the pain just now, but now he woke up and felt a heart-breaking pain: "I have learned the art of Gu before, and I have learned about Jiantou by the way. This is the black-hearted Jiantou, I can solve it..."

"That's great, how can I cancel it?" Qi Heyi was overjoyed.

Sheng Zhiyu said weakly: "Catch a black snake, a black lizard, a black hawk, a black cat and a black dog, mix the heart blood with it, and then drink it for me and you'll be fine."

Qi Heyi was dumbfounded.

Black cats and dogs are easy to find, but what about the others?

"I'll go look for him right away." Chu Muyan walked out without saying a word.

"I'll go too." Although Qi Heyi didn't understand the language, he didn't dare to delay at this moment.

He was afraid that if he lost control, Sheng Zhiyu would become a real person.

Song Qiran also wanted to go, but seeing Sheng Zhiyu in such pain, he did not dare to leave her, so he could only hold her hand tightly: "Hold on for a while longer, and they will be back soon."

"If you get hit by a black heart, you will die within one to three hours. I'm afraid there is no hope." Sheng Zhiyu felt a little sad.

She asked Chu Muyan and Qi Heyi to find the antidote, but she didn't hold out much hope.

How could they find five black animals so quickly.

But before she died, she couldn't even see Gu Xingzhou and Qin Tian.

Song Qiran thought of the previous copy: "Does your blood have the detoxification effect?"

Sheng Zhiyu said weakly: "I have tried it before. My blood can save people, but it is useless for myself."

Song Qiran gritted his teeth: "I will save you and I will never let you die."

He suddenly thought of Xiaona.

Since she can lower others' heads, maybe she has these witchcraft items at home.

Thinking of this, Song Qiran picked up Sheng Zhiyu and said, "If you bear with it for a while, I will think of a way."

He still remembered the information registered by Xiaona before. Her family lived in a place similar to a slum.

Fortunately, Chu Muyan's car was left here. Song Qiran put Sheng Zhiyu in the passenger seat and drove towards Nancheng District.