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After that night, Jiang Shanglu was said to have been in a coma for two days because of a severe high fever, and Wen Ying even locked him in his room, directly refusing anyone to visit and contact him.

Xie Qin, who is also staying in the temple now, naturally has a lot of opinions on this matter. He wanted to sneak a look at Jiang Shanglu's situation several times, but Wen Ying replied coldly, no one is allowed to approach him from now on. He, especially after some of the culprits, Xie Qin, who was already terribly guilty in his heart, turned pale.

"Mr. Xie, let's live with someone else now, so don't mess with that person casually... He really has always been like this. We can actually wait for Mr. Jiang to see him after his condition improves..."

Zong Mingyuan, who was also locked in the temple and was not allowed to move around casually, comforted him with nice words. Xie Qin, who had a complicated expression, looked silently at the locked door not far away, but felt very uncomfortable in his heart. The good feeling is gradually spreading.

It's just that up to now, Wen Ying hasn't given him a chance to communicate positively, except that Ye Ku and Wang Zhimo took turns to bring some food and water to him and Zong Mingyuan at the beginning. It's so inexplicably closed.

One morning two days later, because he received the news from the mountain that Ji Congyun and the others were coming soon, Ye Ku also left suddenly.

At the same time, Wang Zhimo, who has been working on the epidemic with Wen Ying for the past few days, also unknowingly discovered that the Tibetans suffering from strange diseases who had been placed in Tibetan temples started to retreat one by one. After burning, the wounds gradually began to scab, and even after taking Hutuktu's special herbal soup, many people were able to go home well after sweating all night.

"Thanks to Guru Hutuktu and everyone these days, thank you very much, thank you very much."

Another patient from Pulan County left with gratitude as if he was resurrected from the dead. Wang Zhimo, who watched the Tibetans leave step by step, hummed a song in a good mood.

After turning around and walking briskly back to the temple, as soon as he opened the curtain in front of him, he saw Wen Ying was removing the gauze on the face of a Tibetan girl whose cheeks were finally full of rotten sores.

When trembling long eyelashes opened her eyes nervously and saw her intact face in the mirror, the dark-skinned girl immediately covered her face with emotion and burst into tears.

Seeing this, he just seriously started to put away the scattered gauze on the ground. After finishing all this, Wen Ying stood up and made a gesture to bring out the hot water on the ground, but was stopped by Wang Zhimo who was standing at the door waiting for him to come out. He slapped his shoulder with a grin.

"Hey, it's sunny today, why are you still so straight-faced? Speaking of which, Hutuktu's medicine is really useful. There are less than twenty people in the temple now. I won't be able to see the patients here for long. Then they can all recover and go home. Yuku said that Xiaotang and the others will bring Ji Congyun over from Motuo in the next few days, and we can meet when he picks them up from the bottom of the mountain. It's great. Let's all get together again..."

"kindness."

Hearing the words, he gave a lukewarm response. Wang Zhimo felt a little more relaxed at first, but was inexplicably embarrassed by his strange attitude. Then he thought of Jiang Shanglu's body for the past two days. As for the matter of still lying in the room and not coming out, Wang Zhimo quickly restrained his expression and touched his nose anxiously and asked,

"... How is Mr. Jiang? Is he feeling better?"

"Fortunately, nothing happened."

He brought this question lightly, and Wen Ying, who lowered his head, walked out of the temple with him as he said this. Wang Zhimo saw that he was deliberately avoiding it like this, so he didn't want to ask more questions, so he prepared to talk to him. Wash these used old gauzes together in hot water.

But there is no water source near the temple, so they need to go to another place on the mountain to carry it by themselves. They squatted down together at the clean water source, and Wang Zhimo suddenly smiled at Wen Ying as if remembering something,

"If you are in a bad mood, and there are no outsiders here, just tell me."

Wang Zhimo's words made Wen Ying's movements pause slightly. The relationship between the two of them has been quite unembarrassed since the last quarrel. Although Wen Ying's character would not take the initiative to say anything to others, but Wang Zhimo However, Zhimo could clearly feel that he had been in a very depressed mood these days.

But at this moment when there were no outsiders, Wang Zhimo didn't know what was going on, so he really wanted to have a good talk with him, so he didn't say a word when he saw that Mr. Ying just opened his mouth to say something to ease the atmosphere. Wang Zhimo, who no longer expected him to speak, listened to Wen Ying beside him and denied it in a flat and strange tone.

"I'm not in a bad mood."

"Hahaha, forget it, you're not in a bad mood yet... I looked down at your face, which was almost longer than a shoehorn. I haven't seen you in a good mood since I went up the mountain. You It wasn't like this before, you told me everything..."

As soon as Wang Zhimo said this, Wenying stopped talking again. After a while, the young man who had become more and more silent these days looked at his friend for many years and frowned and asked lightly,

"Is it obvious?"

"It's not obvious, it's not obvious at all, it's almost like I'm depressed on the left face, and I'm really depressed on the right face, and I'm almost depressed to death on the forehead haha..."

Wang Zhimo teased him in such a relaxed tone, and Wen Ying, who frowned tightly, didn't say anything immediately. For a while, the young man, who was obviously worried about a lot of things, suddenly moved his finger soaked in the water, and came again seemingly inadvertently. said one sentence,

"...I just still can't figure out how those vultures found Jiang Shanglu to take revenge. Obviously, he and I carefully eliminated the smell on our bodies, but once I separated from him, the vultures still looked like Jiang Shanglu. Knowing the location in advance, I found Jiang Shanglu who was alone, the strange location of the attack, the timing was just right, and Xie Qin who happened to pass by that road, everything seemed to insist on him going to Zhuoma Like La Shankoutui, I can't undo all this at all, which makes me unable to figure it out."

"Hey, it seems so, this, this is really unreasonable, do you want to understand what's going on now? Could it be that Xie Qin knew something in advance? And that Zong Mingyuan? I think That Xie Qin is suspicious, you should pay more attention..."

"...I don't know. Since I got here, I have a lot of things I can't figure out. I don't have time to think so much. He can't do without my care now."

Speaking in such a tired tone, Wang Zhimo, who vaguely heard that Jiang Shanglu's current situation was really bad, also showed some sympathy and sadness in his eyes.

As for Wen Ying, who was talking about this, he didn't go further into this topic, but slowly washed the dirty gauze in the water, and then the two of them talked about other topics in a more relaxed atmosphere, but neither The matter just mentioned was not mentioned again.

At dinner, Wen Ying went to the room to eat with Jiang Shanglu who had no energy to leave the room as usual, and Wang Zhimo, who was humming an unknown song, sat in front of the temple in the night and drank some wine alone, and then walked briskly Standing up quickly, carrying some food, walked along the small dark corridor into the room where Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan were locked up.

But as soon as he walked in, he saw the 1.5-meter-tall man huddled in the corner with no energy. Instead, Xie Qin leaned against the wall behind him and looked at a scroll of scriptures. He stood alone at the door and slowly put down the two bowls. Uncommonly, Wang Zhimo didn't take the initiative to say anything, knocked his fingers on the edge of the bowl casually, and walked away.

The sound of him knocking on the bowl made Xie Qin raise his head subconsciously, but there was no one at the door. After seeing Zong Mingyuan staggering up and pulling the plate over, the silent Xie Qin didn't touch the food After a long time, he gently put down the volume of scriptures in his hand, then lowered his voice and said to Zong Mingyuan who was foolishly holding a bowl for dinner,

"The one that Xiao Ao said before... is waiting for us at the Zhuomala Pass, and when will the people who will help us come."

"Eh? I don't... I don't know either, but Mr. Xiao said, as long as that person is with us, we will have no problems. No one is more familiar with Gang Rinpoche than that person. This is actually the His original hometown... Oh, Mr. Xiao also said that it was the one who gave him a second life in this life. The reason why he was able to recover his life from the Zongzan Tiankeng was because this one was so kind to him. s help……"

Zong Mingyuan's words made Xie Qin's frown even tighter. He always felt that since he entered Kailash Rinpoche, some things had become a little confusing. It seemed that there was a pair of terrible hands carelessly Manipulating everything, but still unwilling to reveal his true colors in front of others.

Thinking of this, Xie Qin's complexion also became a little weird. He was about to speak for a while when he heard a particularly noisy movement from outside, and Xie Qin who was obviously taken aback didn't know what happened for a while, so he could only He looked at Zong Mingyuan with a little doubt.

"what happened?"

"No... I don't know... It seems like a bird flew over just now?"

Zong Mingyuan, who opened his eyes wide, couldn't believe his ears when he said this, but at the gate of the temple at this moment, Wang Zhimo was indeed sitting on the ground with a pale face, looking at the few vultures that just flew away in the sky.

Wen Ying, who was standing behind him, had just heard the sound and rushed over from inside the first time, but it was still a step too late. Then he lowered his head and saw that the section thrown in front of Wang Zhimo had been broken abruptly, with a The blood-stained linden tree hangs its roots.

And in an instant, he realized what happened to Ye Ku who had left the Tibetan temple and was about to go to the foot of the mountain to wait for Tang Zong and the others to come over. The young man with red eyes nervously said to him,

"Wood, now... what should we do now? Ye Ku must have been targeted by those vengeful vultures when he was going down the mountain. Let's go and save him quickly. What if something happens to Mr. Jiang again?" what to do……"

The words vulture's revenge made Wen Ying, who had been irritated just a few days ago, quickly sink his face. Wang Zhimo looked at him with an uneasy expression and was afraid to speak, but his face was full of complexity and anxiety .

Seeing him in such a confused state, Wen Ying didn't make a sound, and Wen Ying, with a complex expression, signaled Wang Zhimo to calm down with his eyes. After thinking about it, he spoke slowly with a soothing tone,

"Let me go. You stay here. In this situation, there must be one person left in the temple. Otherwise, I don't worry. I can probably find their temporary lair. Help me keep an eye on Jiang Shanglu. He is unconscious now. Clearly, I have been sleeping at night, you can help me go in and see him every once in a while, and I will be back soon."

"...Okay, okay, I will help you take care of Mr. Jiang, you go, I will wait for you to come back..."

Wang Zhimo, who was in a hurry with sweat on his forehead, nodded and quickly agreed. Seeing this, Wen Ying raised his eyes and took a deep look at him. After thinking about it, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the Tibetan temple behind him. Then he frowned and quickly walked down the mountain road in the direction that the group of vultures flew over just now.

After watching the others disappear, Wang Zhimo covered his face with a weird expression and slowly squatted down.

After a while, the tall and thin young man suddenly rubbed his face and stood up unsteadily again. After he walked slowly into the dimly lit Tibetan temple, he was barely visible in the dark. With a clear face, he raised his hand and lit an ever-burning lamp.

The golden-red flames on the candlestick flickered, gradually reflecting a face that usually likes a hippie smile, but is unexpectedly indifferent at this moment.

But the boundary between light and darkness is sometimes a matter of an instant. At least no one knows that when the extinguished lights are lit again, Wang Zhimo, who has never shown these things in front of others, will also show such unknown face.

"Wu Mu, I'm sorry this time."

Looking at the flashing light in front of him, he smiled and let out a self-deprecating sigh, discarded the half-burnt match on the ground and stepped on it, then folded his hands together and silently recited a Tibetan scripture, then slowed down and walked towards Tibet Walk inside the temple.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, because Wen Ying would inevitably be entangled for a long time by those vulture-like people he ordered, and the so-called Yi Ku, who was captured by the vultures in revenge, had actually been taken away by him a long time ago. Absolutely no place to go.

Everything is just the beginning, he is very familiar with every inch of Gang Rinpoche's land, no one can have a chance to win him here, even that friend of the sacred tree who stands at the same evolutionary position as him... Absolutely impossible.

Thinking of this, there was an inexplicable sense of darkness in his eyes. Wang Zhimo, whose pupils had turned white, waved his palm and covered the walls and walls of the entire temple with countless white hyphae gushing out of him. aisle.

It wasn't until the spreading elongated mycelia crawled all the way to the doorway where Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan were locked up, that Wang Zhimo raised the corners of his mouth after he opened the curtain and walked in. The two in front of him were already stunned. The man looked very friendly and smiled.

"Hello, I've been waiting for a long time."

"...It's really you."

Xie Qin's expression didn't look unexpected when he came back to his senses. At least a few days ago, he had the feeling that this person who had been standing in the dark was staring at him not far away. look at yourself.

But he didn't expect that such an ordinary-looking young man who could only be regarded as handsome at best would be the one that Xiao Ao, that old fox, had always followed orders.

Noticing that he was looking at himself and only habitually touched his nose, Wang Zhimo narrowed his eyes and casually glanced at Zong Mingyuan next to him, causing him to be quickly strangled by mycelium and passed out. Looking back at Xie Qin who was staring at him with a bad face, he replied with a half-joking smile,

"You can't tell the age of a fungus just by looking at it, and I'm a very special kind of fungus, probably born with a particularly old age. I used to fool people everywhere in order to hide my identity. Most of the time I would tell Others, I am a mushroom, but in fact, as the only microbial humanoid with a complete humanoid form, I do have a name that sounds a bit scary, I am zero years old, or you can call me—”

"Tai Sui."

Slowly closing his eyes, he opened his mouth helplessly, Xie Qin already vaguely had an answer in his heart, and naturally blurted it out without even thinking about it.

But Wen Yan just nodded and laughed noncommittally, and no longer cared about Wang Zhimo who kept his identity a secret... Or Tai Sui first walked into the room slowly, and then swept his gaze over the wall little by little. After the red Thangkas hanging around and the map of subjugating demons on the roof, he smiled and said slowly,

"Researcher Xie really knows a lot. It seems that he has really studied me for many years, but you should already know that my current body is just a part that I separated independently. The entire Mount Kailash It is my real body, the reason why there are so many surging microorganisms under the snow-capped mountains is precisely because Gang Rinpoche is me, a Tai Sui who is still alive..."

"Five months ago, I vaguely realized that my body was about to start to get sick again, so I returned here alone from the outside world, but the disease still started uncontrollably, so I notified the tree in that tone The sacred tree that has almost evolved to the end, I hope the plant and animal government can send some people I want to come here, now it seems that things are indeed going in the direction I wanted back then step by step, at least the first year has appeared smoothly Isn't it..."

Knowing that the first year he mentioned refers to Jiang Shanglu, Xie Qin felt angry when he thought that what happened to his mother and Jiang Shanglu was all because of the monster in front of him, but he was just a human being. , couldn't go to this Tai Sui who could easily swallow him up, and Xie Qin, who was silent for a long time, couldn't help but asked,

"Then how did you get involved with Xiao Ao...?"

"Actually, when I met Xiao Ao, he was about the same age as his grandson Wen Ying. Not only him, but I also met Liu Changqing and Chen Yongming several times, as well as Wen Ying's mother. By the way, even your mother Zhifen I have seen the little girl before. She is very, very beautiful. All of the Jiang family seem to be like this. Both men and women are very talented, with a very special appearance and temperament. It is really very attractive like your family genetic poppy. Bewitching and charming."

Smiling with a little emotion, Tai Sui, who has been walking around the human world since the beginning of the last century and has been going around with various pseudonyms and identities, thought about it and shrugged apologetically. ,

"Sorry, maybe I'm used to it, and I accidentally said a lot of nonsense. In fact, I asked Xiao Ao to call you here this time because I wanted you to see a doctor for me. I have been sick since three months ago. I can't leave here at all, the Zhuomala Pass, that is, my respiratory tract is full of bacteria and fungi at the moment, I need to take you away from here immediately, can Mr. Xie cooperate with me?"

Tai Sui's words were lukewarm, but the threat was already obvious. Xie Qin couldn't resist him, and could only watch this unknown creature standing at the top of microbial evolution for a long time lead him and Zong Mingyuan who was supported by him. Walking on the aisle full of prayer flags, and watching him turn a corner and stop in front of a room, he smiled strangely at the pale Xie Qin.

"...What else do you want to do to brother Lu! Didn't I already agree to go with you! If you want to find a way to heal yourself, I can do my best to help, but you must not hurt him!"

Xie Qin's sudden agitation caused Tai Sui to stop for a while, his mocking eyes made Xie Qin, who was also cold-faced, very nervous, but he still blocked him in front of the room, and Tai Sui just saw it. Tilting his head, he smiled helplessly and said,

"Mr. Xie, I hope you can understand me. I really need a good doctor, and of course I need medicine. I must take away my first year old today."

After saying this, Tai Sui directly strangled Xie Qin who was trying to stop him, and Xie Qin looked at him step by step with a pale face and despair, his heart was almost hopeless.

And after Tai Sui slowly and forcibly opened Jiang Shanglu's room, which was locked by Wen Ying for the past few days, and saw with his own eyes the sickly man curled up in a warm blanket in fear of the cold, with no skin on his hands and feet, Tai Sui was like this After staring at his face quietly for a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, you are really a very nice person, but I can only sincerely wish you and Wen Ying a bald man in your next life."

After saying this, the white mycelium eager to digest part of Jiang Shanglu's body rushed to wrap around his body, and ruthlessly pierced into his skin and began to suck his plasma.

With his eyes closed, Jiang Shanglu seemed to be lying motionless with pale lips, but just when Tai Sui in front of him was about to touch him, countless branches full of red phoenix flowers sprang out from the ground under his feet and entangled him. Stopped him whose complexion suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shanglu, who should have been easily taken away by him in his sleep, suddenly opened his eyes without warning.

After suddenly stretching out his pale palm and viciously tearing the white hyphae that Tai Sui stuck to his skin, he slowly sat up and narrowed his eyes, only then did he smile horribly and coldly.

"Old Sui... Now that things have happened, you are finally willing to come out and end all this yourself, aren't you?"