son sick

The carriage drove for a whole night before walking out of the forest.

The mountain fire burned all night, and when Qi Ye broke the dawn, the flames still did not stop.

Qi Nian was taking a nap with his eyes closed, Ling Yin looked at him with a frown, but remained silent.

Lian Meng didn't sleep all night, fearing that things might change, he didn't dare to relax for a moment.He stroked the two white jade peony pendants in his sleeve, trying to clarify all the clues, but found that what happened in the past few days was extremely strange.

Leaving aside the illness of praying for new year, what Shou Nanshan said was outrageous, and the vision I saw in the Peony Pavilion was really weird; and then there was the even more bizarre apricot forest crisis... Lian Meng didn't wear the second flower Tell anyone, he vaguely feels that there must be something mysterious about this thing.

After dawn, the carriage stopped.There is a mountain trail, which is very far away from the apricot forest.

Qi Nian also woke up.Ling Yin looked at him with guilt on his face: "It's all my fault..."

"I'm fine now, you don't need to blame yourself."

Qi Nian's complexion was not very good, Lian Meng suddenly remembered that the blind old man said that Wutiao wood is highly poisonous, and Qi Nian took the medicine for many days, fearing that the poison had already attacked his heart: "After you drank that medicine, are you sure you're all right?"

Seeing his concerned expression, Qi Nian smiled in relief: "Don't worry, this medicine won't kill me."

"How can life and death be trifling?" Lian Meng said with a frown.

Qi Nian didn't speak, as if he didn't care at all.

"I trusted that miracle doctor too much, so I fell into his ways..."

"I can't blame you for this matter, who would have expected that person to have such thoughts."

"Why did he hurt you?"

"I don't know." Qi Nian shook his head, as if he really didn't know.

Lian Mengxin sighed, what happened now is too strange.

The entanglement between Mohe and Qingyang Baizang is quite deep, and the illness of Qi Nian is so similar to Baizang. Is there any connection between the two?

But Mohe is over a hundred years old, if Bai Zang is still alive, he must be around the same age.But Qi Nian is only in his twenties, so even if he is related to his ancestors, the distance is too far away, right?

Even Meng Bai couldn't understand it, but felt that the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was to clarify it.

Qi Nian also took it easy: "The matter is over, and Mo He is dead, so why not turn into a ghost to haunt us?"

Ling Yin still frowned: "We can let go of the matter of Mo He for the time being, but we can't be careless about the matter of Wu Ti Mu. After we arrive at Qianyue Town, I will think of a way."

Qi Nian smiled helplessly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't speak again.

After they rested for a while, they started on the road again. Even Meng asked Ling Yin where they were going, but the man shook his head.

"You do not know?"

"I didn't think about it."

"..." Lian Meng looked at him speechlessly.

However, Xing Mulin's incident was indeed too unexpected.

Who would have thought that the genius doctor who saved people would turn into Yan Luo who took his life?

"By the way, what happened that day? You said, my junior brother found you?"

"Well," Ling Yin looked back at him, "that day after I settled down with the young master, I was stopped by Dr. Mo. He told me that there might be traces of Wutiaomu in the forest outside the apricot forest, so I I went to pick it. But who knows, I got lost in the forest."

"get lost?"

"Well. I clearly remember walking along the path when I came here, but unexpectedly I can't go back the same way."

"So weird?" Lian Meng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Well. Afterwards, I ran for a while in the forest, but I still couldn't find a way out. At this time, I saw a movement in the tree, and I couldn't see the figure of the man clearly. I had to follow the sound and chase, but unexpectedly, I walked out of the forest all the way. "

"Could he..."

"He is your junior brother."

Lian Meng felt that the person described in Ling Yin's words was not at all similar to Lian Qingren in his impression.

How could this be his junior brother?

"I also thought it was strange at first. That man looked unsmiling, not at all like your lively junior brother. But before I had time to ask more questions, he told me that you are in prison and asked me to go back immediately. Hurry up and leave the apricot forest."

"But how would he know?"

"I don't know about this. After I came back, I asked Dashou to prepare my luggage. I was about to go back to the room to find you, but there was a fire in the village... and when I looked up, I saw your junior brother raised his hand in the flames. Stand on the roof with torches."

"This...what the hell is going on?" Lian Meng felt that something was a little strange.

"I don't know either. In the blink of an eye, the figure on the room has disappeared."

"It's gone..."

"Actually, if that person is really your junior brother, then he should be safe and sound now. It's just that I don't know what happened to him, and he will suddenly become like that."

Lian Meng suddenly remembered that when he was fleeing for his life, Ling Yin once said that those villagers were corpses.

If Ru Lingyin's speculation is true, is the "change" of his junior brother related to this?

"I can't say that well. At that time, I saw that the fire was getting stronger, but I saw a few villagers walking by indifferently. They chatted and frolicked as usual, as if they didn't see the situation in front of them at all. I was surprised at first, but suddenly remembered that I had heard about silkworms before. As soon as the teacher uses Gu insects to manipulate the dead, it will be clear."

"But they can communicate and chat normally with others, and they also have emotions, anger and sadness. Can all of these be controlled by others?"

"The corpse is controlled by the Gu, and the will of the Gu is controlled by the controller. Therefore, what the corpse says is what Mo He thinks in his heart. What he wants to say is said through the mouth of the corpse. And When they don't need to be used by him, they are put aside like decorations and chess pieces, and the previous actions are repeated."

"..." Lian Meng thought of the conversation with Fang Muhua before. The child didn't seem reckless, but when he talked about Baizang Qingyang, his tone was always inexplicably excited. Could it be that he was really controlled by Mo He?

"However, I have only heard about this kind of Gu technique, so I can't say for sure."

"Mohe seems to be related to the Celestial Silkworm Sect. I heard...a friend said that he seems to have made a deal with them, and his body will gradually fester. Could it be that what he exchanged was the corpses of this village?"

"I don't know," Ling Yin frowned for a while: "But that Gu technique can only be used on the dead... These corpses are all old and young, and they don't seem to have been buried, could it be..."

"They were all killed by him?" Lian Meng was startled.

"If that's the case, it must be because he couldn't deceive everyone, so he chose a method that will never be exposed. But when Mo He was young, it was seven or eighty years ago, and the Celestial Silkworm Sect had not yet risen at that time. How did he know? This trick?"

"..."

Lian Meng remembered what Fang Muhua said about Xing Mulin's age was unusual, but it would be even weirder if he said it.

When he was upset, Ling Yin said again: "In fact, there is one thing, I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Oh?"

"I once saw a figure in Mohe's room. That person was in Mohe's bedroom, standing quietly in front of a closed window. His back was facing me, and he had never moved. I saw that figure was inexplicably familiar. , but can’t tell who he looks like.”

"Never moved?"

"I just figured it out just now. If he can really use Gu, then the people in his room..."

"Qingyang?"

"Yeah. I'm afraid that person's Gu skills have not been completed yet, only that appearance is left..."

After decades of ghosts and ghosts, only a person in nothingness and a story of self-deception remained in the end.

Lian Meng thought of the apricot-colored ribbons fluttering in the apricot forest, and was speechless for a moment.

He wondered if he would really meet Baizang, and if he really met him, how he would feel after hearing this story.

Lian Meng turned his head and saw that Qi Nian was still sitting quietly on the side, seeing the man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he was suddenly a little sad.According to what the blind old man said, the poison of the Wutiao tree is so terrifying, Qingyang's life will end here.Qi Nian is taking medicine every day for the past few days, I'm afraid it's...

"Don't worry." Qi Qing said in a low voice.

Lian Meng looked up at him, Qi Nian still had crooked eyebrows, but his eyes were tired and his face was pale.

He nodded in response and forced a smile.

Afterwards, the carriage bumped all the way, Lian Meng felt depressed, and opened the curtain to look outside.

The mountain road was desolate, and Lian Meng vaguely saw a grave in front of him.He hurriedly stopped the carriage, and then walked over quickly.

It was overgrown with weeds and covered with moss.

There are no words on the stele, but there are many thin red leaves planted beside the stele.Its leaves are slender, like candles in the wind, flickering indefinitely; its color is bright red, like bloodshot veins, with distinct roots.

"There are so many Wutiao trees here." Ling Yin's voice came from behind him.

Lian Meng frowned and watched: "I think Qingyang's bones must be buried here."

Qi Nian also came over. He looked at the wordless stone tablet and asked softly, "Since there are no words on the tablet, why don't you write his name in the book?"

"But his real name is not Qingyang."

"Whether it's Qingyang or Baizang, it's just a false name. But the story will only be meaningful if someone remembers it."

Lian Meng thought for a while, then took out a short knife from his sleeve, and carved the word "Qingyang" on the stone tablet.He paused for a moment, then added the name "Bai Zang".

"Spring is Qingyang, autumn is Baizang."

Qi Nian looked at the four characters on the stele, and said softly.

Lian Meng looked at him, unconsciously stroked the white jade flower pendant in his sleeve a few times, and then slowly looked away.