dirty stuff

Sheng Feng only felt that Shen Yan in front of him was becoming less and less real. His eyes had never conveyed such information to him. The innate yin and yang eyes made him feel similar to seeing people and ghosts. But this time he clearly realized that something was wrong with his eyes.

This is not something that can be explained by just using the word "blurred vision".

Seeing Sheng Feng's bewildered look for the first time, Shen Yan's relatively calm heart began to turmoil. He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, whether it was panic, pain, or maybe... heartache.

In order to hide his turmoil, he tried his best not to look at Sheng Feng, tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle, and placed it on the iron bed.

"Is it possible...Maybe you stayed in the formation for too long, which affected your eyes, maybe you'll be fine after you go out." Shen Yan tried to make jokes to make Sheng Feng relax, but such comfort seemed to have no effect.

The two coincidentally kept silent about the matter of starting again.Shen Yan felt that going out in Shengfeng's current state might not last long, and since he was seriously injured, there was no guarantee that he would be able to find the exit smoothly.

Sheng Feng held the mineral water bottle in his hand and sipped it. After a while, he said, "Can you go? We have to go out to find the way, and staying here is not an option."

Shen Yan said angrily: "Are you stupid? It's all foggy outside. With your current situation, how long can you last? You can live a little longer if you stay here."

Shen Yan only wanted to keep him alive, but he never understood him. He would rather die vigorously on the way to find the exit than be poisoned to death in this infirmary where no one cared.

Sheng Feng was disgusted by the repeated concessions. He coughed a few times, went to the bedside cabinet and pulled a roll of gauze into his pocket, and walked unsteadily to open the door.

And Shen Yan stopped Sheng Feng one second before he opened the door, Shen Yan was sullen: "Sheng Feng, do you not understand human language? If you go out now, you will die outside..."

Sheng Feng looked at him coldly: "If you don't go out, you won't die? Or is it that His Royal Highness the Ghost King has already arranged for someone to rescue us?"

Sheng Feng's attitude this time was extremely resolute. He broke free from the shackles of Shen Yan's right hand, opened the door of the infirmary and walked into the mist. It's about to overflow.

Shen Yan did not follow.

Sheng Feng once had a little luck, telling himself that Shen Yan just stayed in a place like Xiyi Realm for a long time, and the ice would melt one day.

But he was wrong, Shen Yan is not ice, he has ruled the Xiyi Realm for thousands of years, and his bones are engraved with indifference, no amount of warm light can shine on him, no amount of scorching sun can melt him.

Sheng Feng coughed and walked, his consciousness gradually became blurred. He could only move forward slowly with one shoulder against the wall. At some point, a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood stained the ground red.

The long-awaited tinnitus started again, and he fell into an endless coma.

This tinnitus lasted for a long time, and when the tinnitus subsided a bit, Sheng Feng heard the piercing police siren and the sound of noisy iron objects touching, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them to see the outside world at all, so he gave up. Now, indulge yourself in grotesque dreams.

……

"The attack on the No. 540 Junior High School in Chunping District has ended successfully. [-] students and [-] teachers were successfully rescued. There are no casualties. This station will continue to report for you..."

Huang Rongxin and Xie Bi'an stood in the hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the follow-up progress of the incident was broadcast on the TV.

Huang Rongxin used the six lines to determine the possible location of Shengfeng in advance, and then searched from location to location, and finally found Shengfeng who was fainting by the wall.

Sheng Feng was quickly transferred to the general ward, but he still needs a ventilator to help him ventilate spontaneously.

Xie Bi'an couldn't stay any longer, he had fainted many ghosts who had just passed away in the past two days in the hospital, and his vacation had already arrived, and he was going back to pick up Fan Wujiu's post soon.

But before that, Xie Bi'an had to go to another place.

The first basement floor is the morgue of the hospital. Xie Bi'an pushed open the two doors of the morgue with ease. Shen Yan was dressed luxuriously and was sitting on an empty bed, meditating and adjusting his breath. It seemed that he had almost recovered.

Xie Bi'an saluted: "Sir Shen cares so much, why hide in such a small place, if you want to visit, I think you can still enter the door of Team Leader Sheng's ward."

Shen Yan didn't raise his eyes: "How is Sheng Feng?"

Xie Bi'an: "Team Leader Sheng didn't have many external injuries, but serious internal injuries. It should take a while to recuperate. Moreover, he stayed in the shroud for too long. You should also know that he coughed up a lot of blood. He may It is to get rid of the root of the disease."

Hearing the last sentence, Shen Yan's tightly closed eyes trembled imperceptibly, and he said lightly: "Got it, what else do you need?"

Xie Bi'an chuckled and said: "I have something unclear, please give me some advice."

Shen Yan: "Say."

Xie Bi'an: "I don't know if the ghost pill is still in my body?"

Shen Yan slowly opened his eyes, silently glanced at Xie Bi'an, and snorted coldly: "Since you already know, why come here pretending to ask more questions."

Xie Bi'an knew it well, no wonder Sheng Feng was unconscious but breathed steadily when he came out of the battle, he cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency asked me about the eyes of Team Leader Sheng before, and I helped you pay attention. Team Leader Sheng was born with yin and yang Eyes, and even better psychic physique, normally you shouldn't be invisible."

"The shrouded body array is nothing to a "Xi Yi" like you, but to a mortal like Sheng Feng, it will do great harm. If... if there are any sequelae, it is normal. I hope you will Prepare early."

Shen Yan lifted his robe and got off the ground, with his hands behind his back, he turned a blind eye to Xie Bian in front of him, and walked straight to the door: "I have done my best to give him the ghost pill, and what happens in the future has nothing to do with me."

Xie Bi'an smiled slightly, and said to Shen Yanyuan's back: "My lord, go slowly, turn left on the fourth floor of the inpatient department and turn left to the fifth ward, don't go into the wrong door."

Facts have proved that Xie Bi'an still knows Shen Dagui Wang very well, and Shen Yan didn't even think of returning to Xiyi Realm from the hospital, and took the elevator all the way up to the fourth floor.

It was already late at night, and there was only one nurse on duty in the inpatient department, and all the other lights were turned off. Since there were no extra beds, many mildly ill patients were arranged in the empty corridor, making the entrance a bit crowded.

Shen Yan's physical body was detained by Jing Huan in the Slavery Realm, and it is unlikely that he still exists now, so for now, he can only return to being a wandering duckweed floating in the world.

His soul flitted over the life, old age, sickness and death in the corridor, his eyes were cold.

For him, life is just a snap of the fingers, one second is smiling at the spring breeze, and the next second is snowing and frosting. There are only things you can't get, and there is nothing you can't give up.

Shengfeng didn't accompany her in bed tonight.

The only person who can take care of him is his master and wife. Huang Rongxin stayed with him for two or three nights in a row for fear of something, but no matter how hard he used to be, he is now just an old man over sixty, so he confessed The medical staff hurried home to rest.

Shen Yan's hand that was about to be placed on the doorknob paused slightly, he forgot that he was no longer an entity, and now he didn't need the extra action of opening the door.

So he put his hands in his sleeves and walked in directly.

The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming, and there were three beds in the general ward.

Sheng Feng's bed was close to the wide open window, and the cool night breeze poured in. At the end of his bed stood a short and fat man, a man whose face could not be seen clearly, and he was staring at him intently. Sheng Feng, on the bed, Sheng Feng frowned, as if he was experiencing some bad dreams.

Injustice...?

Shen Yan coughed, the short and fat man looked at him in fear, and ran away in a blink of an eye.

Shen Yan recognized this resentful soul, he had often seen it at Sheng Feng's house earlier, and he often hid in the dark to maliciously retaliate, but Shen Yan did not expect that this resentful soul would be so resentful that it would entangle to the hospital.

Shen Yan went over and closed the window. Fortunately, the patients in the other two beds slept like dead pigs, otherwise they would have been scared out of their wits on the spot when they saw the supernatural scene of the window closing out of thin air.

Sheng Feng was still in a coma, and the ventilator beside him was working crazily. After the ghost ran away, his brows were not as tightly wrinkled as before.

Shen Yan grabbed his wrist that was exposed outside the quilt, and felt for his pulse. The pulse was stable, and the remaining poison was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief, then stuffed Sheng Feng's hand into the quilt and covered himself, and slapped himself. Wrinkled clothing.

Just as he was about to leave, Shen Yan's usually calm pace suddenly stopped suddenly. He stood in front of the door, his palms slightly sweating.

That wronged soul seems to have a deep hatred with Sheng Feng. There have always been endless incidents of wronged souls taking their lives and killing people. Now that Sheng Feng's yang energy has weakened, he has no power to fight back. If...

Thinking of this, the ruthlessness in Shen Yan's bones called him back again.

Maybe it was Sheng Feng who offended him first, and the grievances between people can't be sorted out. Sheng Feng deserved to be approached by his enemies. He should have known this a long time ago.

but……

Shen Yan glanced sideways and saw that the patients in each bed had their family members beside them, either sleeping or lying down, only Sheng Feng's side was clean and even a little out of place, with no fruits, no flower baskets, and only a few poor nourishments.

Shen Yan sighed, walked back a few steps, chose a decent-looking chair next to the hospital bed, lifted his robe and sat down with his eyes closed.

Forget it, just treat it as owed to him, just this one time, not the next time.

A ray of moonlight from behind the dark clouds shines on the thin hospital bed, and a red shadow silently guards the slightly shabby hospital.

From time to time, there are a few faint cicadas outside the window, and it is almost autumn.

The author says:

Don't blame why there are no seven groups of people to accompany them, after all, night is their working time duck (?????)