Ghosts have fairies

The body of the person holding him tensed up suddenly, and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils the next moment.

There was a buzzing in He Zhen's head, and he struggled crazily to push him away. The sound of Qi Tong's painfully broken breathing hit his ears, like a pair of sharp knives gouging out flesh and blood from his heart piece by piece.

"Don't be afraid..." He Zhen thought it was an illusion in a trance, but Qi Tong didn't let go of his hand holding him.

He was held in Qi Tong's arms, and he couldn't see anything, only heard the sound of ghost claws digging into the flesh, Qi Tong's lapel began to become wet, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Desperate, maybe that's what it feels like.

He seemed to be crying, and he seemed to be going crazy. He mobilized all the strength in his body but couldn't summon any spiritual power. Qi Tong was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, but he still held him in his arms and refused to let go.

For a moment, he couldn't feel anything, and all he could think about was that if Qi Tong was wiped out for him, then he would be willing to die with him.

In a trance, he heard the sound of King Lingjiang laughing. After an unknown period of time, the bamboo forest returned to calm, there was no wind, and a waning moon hung in the sky, like someone's ironic smile.

"Qi Tong?" He tried to shout out on top of himself, his throat was so choked that his voice was indistinct.

The people on his body suddenly lost their strength, and the hands that were holding him loosened. He Zhen struggled out of Qi Tong's arms in a panic, hugged him and sat up.

The black skirt was stained deeper by the blood, and He Zhenzheng's hands were stained bright red.

"Qi Tong? Qi Tong, wake up, don't scare me..." He Zhen's eyes were hot, tears kept falling, but he didn't seem to notice it. The moment he saw Qi Tong lying here unconsciously, he I feel that I may go crazy in a second.

"Don't scare me...Qi Tong..."

"He Zhen!"

There were chaotic footsteps behind him, but he had no time to pay attention to them, until Bu Yehou and Dr. Sun ran up to them and tried to take Qi Tong away, He Zhen tensed up all over.

"Don't touch him!" He Zhen hugged Qi Tong tightly and moved back, "No one can touch him again..."

"He Zhen, calm down first, he still has a pulse." Dr. Sun tore his hand off Qi Tong's neck, and softly persuaded: "Let's go back to the pharmacy first, maybe we can still be saved."

The three words "can be saved" successfully brought back He Zhen's rationality, his dull eyes seemed to light up a little bit, looking at Dr. Sun was like looking at a panacea that brought the dead back to life, "Really? You can save him Yeah?!"

Dr. Sun was also extremely anxious, and he could only calm down by saying "yes" repeatedly. He carried Qi Tong on his back, and let Buyehou help He Zhen, who was almost limp, to rush back to the pharmacy.

Qi Tong caressed He Zhen's cold fingertips, now he finally knew why his spiritual power was so weak and his cultivation could not be improved no matter what.

——Thousands of ghosts' sharp claws pierced through the heart, and it was his fate that he did not die.

He Zhen pressed tightly against his chest, hearing the strong heartbeat inside, and in a trance, he didn't even know if everything after the reunion was a big dream.

"But Dr. Sun is just a mortal. Even if I used the barrier to block a wave of attacks at first, but in the end I was pierced by the claws of the ghosts. What can he do? Really rely on Meng Po Tang? I know that this thing of hers is also useful for saving lives and healing the wounded."

Qi Tong asked, but the person in his arms remained silent. He stretched out his arms to hug He Zhen, and found that the person's forehead was against his collarbone, and the whole person was lumped into a shrimp.

"Why do you..." Before he finished speaking, He Zhen's cheek was wet when his fingers touched it.

Sighing lightly, he patted He Zhen's back with his palm, and coaxed: "Okay, I'm back, and I will never leave He Zhen again."

The two were nestled under the quilt, and Qi Tong coaxed him patiently for a long time without forcing him to continue recalling, and wanted him to sleep, but He Zhen was unwilling anyway.

"I'll sleep with you in my arms, and I promise I'll still be there when I wake up."

The person in his arms shook his head again.

Okay, the daughter-in-law is the biggest, she can do whatever she wants.

He Zhen waited for nearly half an hour before slowly recalling it to him.

Dr. Sun and Buyehou worked hard beside Qi Tong's bed to polish the sky, but He Zhen refused to leave no matter what, so Dr. Sun had no choice but to let him sit aside and wait quietly.

Seeing the blood-stained clothes being taken off, He Zhen was so scared that he kept himself in a ball, but he never moved his eyes from the person on the bed.

"How is it, Dr. Sun? Will Qi Tong be okay?"

Seeing Dr. Sun change Qi Tong into a white coat, He Zhen stood up abruptly, but her legs gave way and she knocked directly on the table.

"Be careful." Bu Yehou hurried forward to give him a hand.

Dr. Sun sighed, and He Zhen raised his throat, only to hear him say: "The injury is too serious, and it's that kind of unclean thing. Ordinary medicine can't save him at all."

He Zhen's already pale face became almost paler than Qi Tong's.

"But..." Dr. Sun said hesitantly.

He Zhen and Bu Yehou hurriedly asked: "What?"

"I know a way, but it's too risky."

He Zhen said anxiously: "What is the method? If you can save him, as long as you can save him, you can use me instead!"

"It's not life for life." Dr. Sun frowned in confusion, and said, "When I was traveling around, I met some sorceresses. Once a man in a village was also scratched by ghost claws. Their family invited A sorceress, she successfully hanged the man's life with a medicinal soup called 'Wangyou'."

He Zhen grabbed his hand, "Where can I find 'Wangyou'?"

"Listen to me first." Dr. Sun sighed, "I have some of the herbs that make 'Wangyou' here, but do you know what the most important one is?"

Seeing their blank faces, Dr. Sun looked at the closed door before whispering, "It's Mengpo soup!"

"What?!" He Zhen and Bu Yehou couldn't believe it, and He Zhen couldn't understand, "But he's still alive! How can a living person drink Meng Po soup?!"

"Come and take a look." Dr. Sun wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied Qi Tong's lapel, and let He Zhen see the position of his heart and back, "Although the ghost's claw pierced the heart and the blood stained the lapel, in fact After the ghost leaves, the skin and flesh will heal automatically."

He Zhen has seen King Lingjiang slaughter countless times since he was a child. Whenever he saw innocent people being pierced by ghost claws, he hated himself for being helpless. Gradually, he could only force himself not to look at it, so he never knew it. After the ghost claw pierced the heart, no trauma was left.

"A ghost is an evil spirit in the final analysis. Although the sound of flesh and blood that you hear is horrifying, the most terrifying thing is not the wound at the moment, but the evil spirit entering the heart, then rushing into the veins, eroding the soul, and finally ending up in a dizzy end .”

"What does that have to do with Meng Potang?" He Zhen clasped Qi Tong's hand hanging aside in a daze, only to find that the other's fingertips had already spread a layer of black.

"Why do ghosts become ghosts? You can't get love, you can't hate, you can't solve your grievances, there are thousands of sufferings in the world, and finally you become a ghost." Dr. Sun explained: "Meng Po Tang is another What? It’s forgetting love, hate, anger, and ignorance. Mix it with medicine and drink it, although it can’t cure it, it can also alleviate the erosion of evil spirit to the greatest extent, and at least it can hang a life.”

"But...but where can we find Meng Po soup?" He Zhen instinctively rejected the proposal.

Dr. Sun: "At that time, I was kind to that witch, and she gave me a bottle to repay me."

He Zhen: "Where did she find it? Is it really Mengpo soup? Will it be worse for Qi Tong if you drink it?"

"She was successful at that time. I can only try to save Qi Tong in the same way." Seeing his worried and disbelieving face, Dr. Sun comforted him: "Of course you can think about it for a long time, he is too hurt. Seriously, any method is dangerous, if you don’t want to use this method, I will try my best to stabilize his injury.”

"But after drinking Mengpo soup, wouldn't she forget everything?" Bu Yehou asked a key question.

"That's right." Dr. Sun sighed again, "It's not a lot, so you won't forget everything at once, but if you drink it one after another, you will lose more and more memories."

He Zhen lowered his head and grabbed Qi Tong's hand, unable to see his expression. Dr. Sun knew that he was uncomfortable, so he asked Hou Hou to stay in the room to think about it after a night.

Qi Tong listened quietly, and suddenly asked: "Is Mengpo soup smelling of wine?"

He Zhen let out a muffled "Hmm", and twitched the corners of his mouth again, "Your distaste for alcohol must have been influenced by that time, I remember you complained about it several times in your notebook."

"So I wrote the 'Ex-Boyfriend's Diary'." Qi Tong was in mixed moods, happy at times and sad at times, and his whole being was about to split.

"Did you see it?" He Zhen froze, "When did you see it?"

"One time when I was helping you with something, the little zongzi accidentally touched it, and when it fell to the ground, I just saw the next few pages. Why was my handwriting so ugly at that time!"

"It's not ugly."

"Why did you agree to Dr. Sun in the end?"

He Zhen took a deep breath, and rubbed his forehead on the side of Qi Tong's neck, "I think you're alive."

"Even if I don't remember you anymore?"

"Yeah." He Zhen choked up, with unrelieved helplessness, "As long as you live."

Qi Tong lowered his eyes, and remembered that diary, or his memo, every page, He Zhen, He Zhen, He Zhen...

One of them just wants the other to live, but the other just wants not to forget the other.

"what are you writing?"

Qi Tong was startled by the voice, quickly closed the notebook and hid it behind his back, "It's nothing."

He Zhen put the medicine bowl in his hand on the table, and the sound of knocking between the bottom of the bowl and the table made Qi Tong blink uneasily.He took the clothes from the back of the chair and put them on Qi Tong, and then helped him back to the bed. In just a few steps, Qi Tong hid one hand firmly under the coat he was wearing.

"bring here."

Qi Tong looked at He Zhen's hand stretched out in front of his eyes, and pursed his lips, "It's really nothing."

He Zhen didn't want to listen, so she leaned over him and took out the notebook from behind him, flipping through the paper with a livid face, every time she turned a page, her face turned pale, and her eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

He stood up and raised his head, trying to press back the tears in his eyes, feeling pain and anger in his heart, he couldn't hold back for a while, and yelled at Qi Tong: "Didn't I tell you not to forget it!"

"Why are you so fierce." Qi Tong pinched his cheek, obviously accusing, but his voice was soft but coaxing.

He Zhen's tears fell in a flash, and he buried himself in Qi Tong's arms and begged, "Are you obedient? Don't remember anymore, get better soon... I beg you, Qi Tong."

This is the second time he found Qi Tong secretly memorizing something that happened.

In the few days when Qi Tong drank Mengpo soup, the man began to recover visibly, although every morning when Qi Tong woke up, Qi Tong would be dazed for a while, and occasionally he would show strange eyes to him, although it was very painful. She quickly became eager again, but He Zhen still couldn't help being sad.

King Ling Jiang disappeared after he came to the town to make a fuss that day. Now everyone in the town is in danger, and no one comes to trouble them.

He Zhen originally planned to let Qi Tong get better quickly, even if one day he completely forgot about himself, but as long as he is alive and well, He Zhen will ask Dr. Sun and Bu Yehou to take him out of Rong'an Town.

But the same thing happened after Qi Tong took the medicine for more than half a month. For some reason, Qi Tong's condition stopped getting better, and even showed a tendency to worsen.

He Zhen was so panicked that he never fell asleep, and watched him every night, watching him fall asleep, and then watching him open his eyes.Dr. Sun also found it strange that there was nothing wrong with the medicinal materials, but he couldn't find the reason.

Until noon one day, He Zhen stayed with Qi Tong to take a nap, and when he saw someone fell asleep, he prepared to go out and buy some melons and fruits for him.Halfway there, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, so he turned back.

Unexpectedly, this time, Qi Tong took advantage of the fact that he was not around, and quietly recorded the daily happenings in the notebook.

Upon learning of this, Dr. Sun suddenly realized, saying that Meng Po soup is to forget love, hate, anger and ignorance, but if you think about it a little bit, the effect of the medicine will be easily offset. It is no wonder that Qi Tong's condition has not improved recently.

He Zhen was so angry that he immediately confiscated his notebook. Seeing that he was wronged, he couldn't bear it, so he could only coax him with nice words for a long time before Qi Tong barely obeyed.

But who knows, he didn't intend to change at all!When one was confiscated, I replaced it with a new one and continued to write down.

He Zhen had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to do with him at all. He had never been able to say no to Qi Tong, not to mention that Qi Tong was so wrong, not half wrong, he just didn't want to forget himself.

But the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became.

"I keep forgetting some things recently." Qi Tong gently patted the back of the crying person buried in his arms, "I know you are doing it for my own good, but..."

He moved his throat and suppressed a soreness, "I'm afraid that if I forget more, I will love you less. When I forget all, will you...don't want me?"

"I write down what happens every day so I won't forget. I want to be with you."

He Zhen's tears wet the clothes on his shoulders, Qi Tong opened his mouth, but his own tears fell down He Zhen's hair first.

"I want to love you well, only you..."

"I love you the most."