After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song never thought that one day he would be in such a mess.

These Gu worms are no different from those of Saintess Lingjiu, they suddenly appeared here, there are only two possibilities:

One, Ling Jiu knew that he was coming here, and this was an ambush set for him.

Two, there are things here that need traps to guard.

Master Song wasn't sure what it was because of, there was a long corridor leading down from the dark room, and he found these Gu worms before he had time to go there.

The space was cramped, the walls were smooth, and there was nothing to support him.

Master Song didn't know how long time had passed, how much internal energy and physical strength he had consumed, and how many times he had swung the black color until he was exhausted and collapsed directly on the ground with broken jars, and the secret passage did not come to an end. .

Even the iron-clad body couldn't sustain such consumption.

And he found nothing: evidence or a way out, an antidote to the poison.

The Gu worms who followed him all the way were already dead. In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of, Master Song thought, anyway, he was bitten before, at worst, if he bites again, he will die sooner.

When Master Song was lying on the ground with his eyes half closed, this idea came to his mind.

But the next moment, panting heavily, he swept his whip across the side, and a scorpion sneaking up was thrown to the wall by Hei Hei, blood spattering.

He was still not reconciled.

The poison is endless and cannot be removed at all. The person who has been hiding in the dark is very patient. Master Song understands that he wants to play "Praying mantis catching cicada and oriole behind".

He remembered Song Shu who was still waiting in the inn, Song Shu told him the day before: "Go back."

He vowed to promise that he would return immediately if he could not find any evidence.

It's a bit difficult to even go back now.

Master Song knew that in his current state he couldn't beat the person hiding behind his back, and he couldn't figure out the other person's purpose, so he simply collapsed on the ground and flicked the whip from time to time, so that although he was exhausted, he still didn't faint.

There was no light in the dark room, he didn't know how long he had been here, he just thought vaguely: How long has Song Shu been waiting for him?

Are you worried why he hasn't returned yet?

Master Song couldn't hold on anymore.

When he threw out the whip for the last time, even his breathing had become weak. He vaguely saw a figure appearing in front of him, and Master Song was shocked.

He opened his eyes, and a familiar face was reflected in his pupils.

The person in front of him has his own face.

……

After a long time, the lights in the dead dark room came on again. Master Song walked forward with his hands on his forehead, his whole body ached, and his head ached like being run over a hundred times by a wheel wheel in his head.

He regained his senses in a trance, and for a moment he couldn't remember why he fainted just now.

By the way, before he passed out, he saw a face that looked exactly like himself.

Who is that person?

Why didn't he have any memory of what happened next?

There were dead bodies of poison all over the floor, Master Song knew that he would not be able to reach the end if he walked forward, thinking of Song Shu who was still waiting in the inn without knowing about his situation, he simply went back the same way.

He waded through here, made a long detour, and returned to the original darkroom door.

After searching left and right, I finally found the switch, and then avoided the guards of the inn again, climbed over the wall, erased my traces, and staggered back to the inn.

It was already night at this time, the full moon was hanging high in the sky, no one was on the street, and Master Song hadn't noticed any traces of the stalker. Although it was strange, Master Song had no time to think about it.

The inn was closed, so he could only go up from the downstairs. He and Song Shu had booked a room for the past few days, and he had observed it carefully when they came out, so the process of going up was very smooth.

The lights in the room were turned off, and Song Shu seemed to have rested. Master Song deliberately lowered his breathing. As soon as he opened the window and fell to the ground, someone stabbed him with a sword in the darkness——

Master Song was startled, and managed to use his strength to avoid the blow. He said in his heart that he was really careless. It is a bad habit to relax his vigilance when he enters the house. He whispered, "Jing Xiu, it's me."

Candles were lit in the house.

Song Shu took the medicine box bought from Xiao Er, sat next to Master Song, took his hand and applied the medicine to him—Master Song's hand had worn out the skin after holding the whip for a day.

Song Shu was both helpless and worried: "What happened to you? Why did you come back so late?"

Master Song stared at his action of applying the medicine, heard the words and frowned and said: "You mentioned to me, the person who looks exactly like me, I saw him."

Song Shu's pupils shrank.

Master Song told the whole process before and after, and finally said: "I didn't find anything in that strange secret passage, and when I woke up after passing out, that person was gone."

"Why didn't you tell me that someone was following you?" Song Shu helped him tie the gauze, "If I knew this, I definitely wouldn't let you take risks alone."

Master Song shook his head and didn't answer Song Shu's words: "He didn't know what method he used to erase that part of my memory, and now I get a headache whenever I try to remember it. Those Gu worms... are probably his masterpiece."

"We can't stay in Wulin, we will return to Beijing tomorrow morning."

Song Shu closed the medicine box and glanced at him faintly: "This move is wrong... Luo Fangwen has already sent me a letter. I told him about the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang earlier, and he said We don’t need to investigate this matter any further, he will send someone to continue the investigation.”

The worsening of the epidemic is too serious, and the sweep is getting faster and faster. Many places in the south are gradually falling, and the forces of North Korea and China are gradually showing their signs at this time.

One side maintains a conservative opinion and suggests continuing reinforcements so that Tai Hospital can step up the development of an antidote.This is princelings.

On the other hand, the radicals strongly demanded self-protection with broken arms—that is, abandoning the places infected with the epidemic, withdrawing all reinforcements, and preserving the capital.This is the imperial party.

The two parties are fighting each other, and the court is as lively as a vegetable market every day. Huo Jianbing, Minister of the Ministry of Households, and Deng Feng, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, happen to belong to two factions. Words, so a pandemonium.

Song Shu didn't appear in front of people these days, and Luo Fang helped him get away with it on the emperor's side. The emperor had a headache for a long time because of the epidemic, and he didn't have time to care about what he asked for leave to do.

Even if he has the time, Luo Fang will take care of the aftermath for them - this is the basic sincerity of mutual cooperation.

But at this time, if they don't come out to stand in line, they will stand on the cusp of the storm.

After returning to Beijing, the first thing Song Shu did was to find Luo Fang.

He has given up hope for the folk doctors, but there are still some people in the Tai Hospital who have some real skills.

But Tai Hospital is busy now, and they don't want to expose Master Song's injury in front of the emperor, so they can only ask Luo Fang to help.

Master Song didn't care about his wound at first and let Song Shu torment him, but when he heard that Song Shu was going to find Luo Fang, his expression changed immediately.

Unfortunately, Song Shu had already left the house.

Master Song waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for anyone to come back. He was anxious, and finally couldn't hold back, and planned to get out of bed to find Song Shu himself.

After rushing out of the mansion excitedly, Master Song hesitated again: Song Shu should still be in the Prince's mansion at this moment, it is not appropriate for him to rush to the door like this.

Coincidentally, the people in Beijing also heard about the change of the epidemic, and no one dared to wander outside at night, so Master Song simply strolled around the streets, thinking about when Song Shu would come back, and at the same time turned to the only way Song Shu would pass back to his residence. .

At this time, it was the end of April, and the emperor's birthday would be in a few days, and the envoys from southern Xinjiang were going to Beijing. Half of the full moon in the sky was missing, and the night wind was cold and cold, making people's hearts chill.

After walking for a while, he suddenly heard a burst of sobbing in front of him. The sound went from sobbing to howling, the time was very short, the transition was very natural, the sound was very shocking, and Master Song was very terrified.

He turned along the wine alley for a while, looking for the source of the crying for a long time, and finally felt that the crying was beside him, so he turned to the wall to look, and finally saw a figure squatting in the corner of the alley, crying with his knees hugged I can't help myself, there are still a pile of wine jars at my feet.

The more Master Song looked at it, the more familiar the back of his head became. Sitting upright on the wall, he stretched out his hand and threw a stone, which happened to land at the opponent's feet, interrupting his cry: "Hey, why did you come here and cry?" ...was beaten by your father again?"

This is a bit strange, Yang Chuan has a carefree temper, and usually he just yells when his father beats him up, but soon he can laugh away all grudges with his father the next day.

Why did you come here in the middle of the night and get drunk alone?

Could it be that Yang Chuan became so fragile after he left Beijing for a few days?

The visitor stopped crying, then raised his head, his face was shining with snot and tears in the moonlight, and Master Song felt a chill when he saw it—yes, this person is exactly Yang Chuan.

Seeing Master Song's face suddenly, Yang Chuan didn't even feel something was wrong or asked "Brother Song, you're back", but stood up with a "wow" and cried even louder.

He ran wildly and hugged: "Brother Song, wow--"

Master Song quickly dodged his warm embrace, looked at the glistening body fluid hanging from his nose, was very scared, and said sternly: "...Speak as you speak, what are you doing with your hands and feet?!"

Yang Chuan climbed up the wall weeping, sobbing while crying: "My mother...my mother is dead..."

Master Song paused, and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

His little aunt... died?

Master Song hid for a long time, but in the end he couldn't escape the attack of Yang Chuan's tears and snot. Yang Chuan hugged him and cried like an idiot: "Mother... Mother is dead..."

Master Song really didn't understand how things had turned into this in just a few days.

At this time, he realized that he was not very good at comforting others, so he could only let him cry with a stiff face, and then sighed:

"Okay, okay... What's going on? Why did your mother suddenly?"

"It wasn't...not suddenly," Yang Chuan finally felt that he had lost his composure, let go of him sobbing, wiped away his tears, and said, "My mother was killed by my father."

Master Song was even more surprised: "...your father? Minister of the Ministry of War? Don't your father and your mother have a good relationship? Why..."

As soon as his father was mentioned, Yang Chuan couldn't stop his tears. He gritted his teeth and cried while cursing: "Fart! He is an ungrateful villain and a hypocrite! He has a good relationship with my mother? If he has a good relationship, he will kill you with poison." She?! He's a wolf! He's not human - I hate him!!"