not demon

【nine】

"Did the old lady take the medicine on time?" Ye Chen asked in the room.

"Take it on time." Master Fang said quickly, "But, Daoist, why is my wife still not waking up?"

"Still haven't found the source of the trouble." Yechen shook his head, "Just wait and see, if the old lady can't wake up tonight, then there's nothing I can do."

"What, Daoist, please save my wife!"

"What is the cause of the disaster? It's pure nonsense. Where does the evil spirit come from in this mansion?" Fang Yueheng said, "Father, we'd better find a doctor to see. If one doesn't work, we'll find two. Until my mother sees it."

Ye Chen chuckled, and walked up to Fang Yueheng, "Young Master Fang is so sure, he must be a fellow-spirited fellow?"

"I just don't believe that there are monsters and goblins in this world. I'm not as capable as Daoist Priest, but I can still see that there are monsters in the house."

"Heng'er! Why are you so rude." Master Fang pulled Fang Yueheng away with a grim expression, "Daoist Yechen cured your mother's illness many years ago, and now this illness is exactly the same as the previous one, so the Taoist priest naturally knows How to deal with it."

"Father, I know you are worried about mother." Fang Yueheng's expression was not good, "But instead of seeking a doctor for treatment, you trust a Taoist priest instead. What kind of thing is that?"

"It's okay, Master Fang." Ye Chen came out to smooth things over, "Young Master Fang doesn't believe me, it doesn't matter, just see if the old lady can wake up after taking my medicine, then everything will be decided."

Fang Yueheng stared straight at Ye Chen, "It's just nonsense, I'm going to find a doctor to treat my mother right now."

Yechen looked at Fang Yueheng's back and let out a disdainful laugh.

It's ridiculous, your mother's illness is entangled by my illusion, how can an ordinary doctor cure it.

Fang Yueheng, you are only worthy of being a move in my game just like Gu Qingming.

It is slightly cool at night, with heavy frost and dew.

This is the fourth night of waiting for Gu Qingming. Fang Yueheng hugged his light blue padded jacket and rubbed it under the lamp for a long time. Nao, I really didn't ask him much in other aspects.

When he was working in the study, the man sat there very obediently and helped him grind ink.When he came back wearing the stars and the moon, the man was standing in front of the bedroom door, waiting for him with a lantern.Even some of the gadgets he gave him, he can play with them so much that he can't put them down.

"Qingming..." Fang Yueheng pressed his painful brow bone, "Where did you go?"

"Master! Master!" Lao Li's voice came suddenly, and then the door was slammed open. Fang Yueheng seemed to feel something, and immediately stood up——

"What's the matter, isn't it Qingming..."

"Yes! Young Master!" Old Li said happily: "You have found Mr. Gu!"

"Take me there!" Fang Yueheng followed Lao Li and ran out the door. His chest seemed to be growing crazily, just like Gu Qingming, entangled his body and mind. He didn't want to ask anything, he wanted to take Qingming back to Xuzhou immediately.

"Master, don't be impulsive, Mr. Gu may be a little..." Lao Li followed behind him, reminding tremblingly.

"What's wrong with him?" Fang Yueheng only felt the wind whistling in his ears.

"Young Master Gu, he suffered from the cold..."

After Fang Yueheng heard this, he couldn't even breathe, his legs seemed to be filled with lead water, and he couldn't lift them up.

Qingming, what happened to him.

The door of Fang Mansion opened, Fang Yueheng looked out the door with a pale face, but the moment the door opened, his lips trembled.His Qingming was carried in by the four servants working together.

The man's lips were purple from the cold, traces of blood ooze from his fingers, there is no warm clothes on his body, only a thin white robe is covered, his hair is scattered on his cheeks, his eyes seem to have lost their vitality , half-opened, not knowing where to look.

Fang Yueheng was so startled that his whole body was trembling, he ran over and hugged Gu Qingming with all his strength, but even he shivered because of the coldness around that person.

"Bell... my bell..." Gu Qingming's purple lips moaned in a low voice, with tears in his eyes, a few drops occasionally slipped out and hung on the side of his face, but they didn't fall for a long time.

Fang Yueheng held his cold hand, almost crying even him, he looked at the person in his arms with choked up sobs, not knowing how much this person had suffered, he could only say one sentence: "Qingming, don't be afraid, we Back to Xuzhou..."

"I want my bell, Yueheng...help me find my bell..." Gu Qingming seemed unable to hear Fang Yueheng's words, and even couldn't recognize the person in front of him. He was still begging softly, trembling Bloody Finger called him.

Every word with a crying voice seemed to pierce Fang Yueheng's heart, and blood was cut out one after another, as if he had fallen into endless despair.

Fang Yueheng held back the tears in his eyes, warmed him with his own body temperature, pressed his face against his bloodless cheeks, hugged his body tightly, and said in a numb voice: "Okay, I'll buy it for you, I'll buy it for you as much as you want..."

"Master!" Suddenly came the sharp voice of the servant girl from behind, "Madam is awake, Madam is awake!"

Fang Yueheng raised his head, his eyes were filled with moist mist, he hugged Gu Qingming who had fainted again, "I'll go right away."

After finishing speaking, he carried the man back to the bedroom.

Not letting anyone do anything, he changed the man's clothes, wiped his body, wrapped him in the quilt, and called in his ear over and over again: "Qingming, I am Yue Heng... I'm home, we're home. "

Gu Qingming opened his eyes vaguely. Just now, he felt that his eyes were covered with a vast expanse of whiteness, and then a large area of ​​deep red appeared. His aura had long since disappeared, but it seemed as if someone kept calling him in his ears. Name, he looked at the man with difficulty, "Yue Heng..."

"You're awake..." Fang Yueheng burst into tears with joy, he grabbed Gu Qingming's hand and pressed it to his lips, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up..."

"Your mother, is she alright?" Gu Qingming was probably still in a state of dizziness, so he asked such a sentence.But to Fang Yueheng, these words were like ice water empowerment.

He... How could he know about my mother's illness.

"Master!" The servant girl's voice came from outside the door again, disturbing him like a talisman, "Master let you go."

"I'll be there right away." Fang Yueheng held Gu Qingming's face in his hands, "Qingming, are you awake?"

"Yueheng..." Gu Qingming was completely awake this time, he looked up at Fang Yueheng, and the grievance in his heart had already burst.

He stayed in that icy and snowy place for three days and three nights, and he was so cold that he couldn't feel it. If it wasn't for the obsession in his heart that supported him, he might have been frozen to death.

He seemed to suddenly understand the fragility of Yan's body, and the 100-year spiritual breath is a lie. It's better to leave him on that rainy day, and don't let Fang Yueheng pick him up, let alone find him.He can still go back to the warm south like spring.

He is a spirit swallow, but in the end, he was killed by the winter in the north.

"Qingming..." Fang Yueheng pressed his forehead, full of remorse and apology, he said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you..."

"Master!" The third call came, and this time the door was knocked open, and a servant broke in and knelt down, "Master! Master wants you to go over immediately!"

"Uh..." Fang Yueheng didn't speak, he always felt that if he opened his mouth, he would fall into the endless abyss.

He just wanted to hug his Qingming, even if it could only give him temporary warmth, he just wanted to hug him like this and not let go.

He didn't even want to care about where Gu Qingming had been these past few days. Now that this person can return to him is already a great gift. The past few days of losing this person made him miserable. He didn't want to experience it again. He is an abyss.

"Daoist Yechen said that the source of misfortune has returned to the mansion, and he will do it in front of everyone to take away the source of misfortune!" The servant knocked his head heavily, his voice trembling.

There was a brief silence, and suddenly Fang Yueheng shouted hoarsely, "Get lost!"

The shock was so strong that even the teacup was about to shatter, and the servant ran out of the door in fright, shouting as he ran, "Master! Master!"

"Qingming." Fang Yueheng leaned against Gu Qingming's forehead again, looked at him with eyes full of blood, and seemed to be begging: "You... tell me something."

Gu Qingming just woke up, when he heard Fang Yueheng's roar, his face turned pale with fright, and he heard some monster or other source of disaster, he felt a bloody smell in his throat, and then spit out a big mouthful of blood in front of Fang Yueheng , dyed the snow-white skirt red, crying and shouting: "Yue Heng, I'm not, I'm not..."

"I know, I know." Fang Yueheng didn't care what the man was saying, desperately wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and hugged him tightly again, "Stop talking, okay, I'll take you home, Let's go home."

"Yue Heng, Yue Heng..." Gu Qingming cried out in his arms for the first time, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered in the past few days, hot tears rushed out of his eyes , the clothes on Fang Yueheng's chest were dyed in a moment.

Fang Yueheng patted him on the back lightly without saying a word, but his other hand hugged him tightly and refused to let go for a moment.

"It's all over, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm..."

Fang Yueheng closed his eyes, rubbing his frizzy chin against the top of his head.Even if it is a moment of tenderness, he will keep it, he will hold his Qingming, as long as the person in his arms speaks, he will believe it.

Whether it is said that he was blinded, or that he was disobedient and unfilial, he just wanted to protect this person.

His clarity cannot be a demon.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open again, with the sound of footsteps, and a large group of people rushed in, holding sharp knives and axes, but their faces showed fear.

Ye Chen walked in the front, dressed in a black robe, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, he chuckled lightly, "So it's here."