"Clear the dust, send Miss Pei Er upstairs ......" Su Yueming said coldly.

"Hey, hey, Su Yueming, you...... You ......" Pei Nanshuang called out in her mouth, Su Yueming picked up the cup next to her and stuffed it into Pei Nanshuang's mouth, making her speechless.

And because of the effect of the smoked anesthetic, her hands and feet, as well as her neck, were all paralyzed, and she had no ability to resist at all, and she was carried by several minions, climbed the prepared ladder, and went to the roof.

Pei Nanshuang looked down, and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, but her mouth was still threatening, "Su Yueming, you have to think about it, if you push me down, you ......"

Ma Duo helped Su Yueming to the courtyard, Su Yueming raised his head, looked at Pei Nanshuang, who was pale on the roof, frightened and sweaty but still hard-mouthed, and said coldly-

"Push!"

"Yes!" Qingchen and Treading Xue's subordinates used force at the same time to push Pei Nanshuang forward-

Her feet slipped, and several pieces of rubble suddenly crackled and fell, and seeing that her whole body was about to fall out of the roof, she begged loudly for mercy.

"I say, I say! Don't push! ”

Su Yueming made a look, Pei Nanshuang was pulled back, she gasped for breath, her face was already as pale as paper, and large pieces of sweat fell down her cheeks.

"There's only one way to force out this bloodsucker, and that's with a blood spell."

"Blood curse?" Su Yueming showed a puzzled look on her face, "What is a blood curse." ”

"The blood curse is not a medicine, but a tune to be played with a flute, and the bloodsuck will bite through your body and drill out when they hear this tune."

Su Yueming's eyes froze, turned around and made a gesture to Ma Duo, and said, "Go and get a flute." ”

Pei Nanshuang said, "It's useless for you to take the flute, and I won't blow the blood curse." ”

"Who will?" Su Yueming asked.

Pei Nanshuang showed a look of regret and schadenfreude on her face, shook her head and said, "No one will, I want you to learn it yourself, all I can give you is the score of the blood curse, however, the score of this piece is very strange, it is said that the person who can understand and blow out the sound is not bad, only Master Shiyin, Master Shiyin is the abbot of Daling Temple, but she passed away last year." ”

Su Yueming could see with her judgment that this time, Pei Nanshuang was not lying.

"The score is mine, and I can give it to you now."

Qingchen really searched for a sheet music from her, "County Lord." ”

"Drop it."

Ma Duo ran over and picked up the score, and handed it to Su Yueming with both hands, Su Yueming opened it and saw that it was indeed a sheet music, with the word "blood curse" written on the title page in Qin.

It's just that, at a glance, the changes in the score are ever-changing, even elusive, and even she, who is familiar with all kinds of musical scores, can't find any rules at once.

Her expression gradually became solemn.

Pei Nanshuang on the roof said, "Now, you can let me down, the blood curse has been given to you, and I swear that I am definitely not lying." ”

Su Yueming gently closed the score, put it in his sleeve, looked up, looked at the people on the roof, and said-

"Miss Pei Er is indeed not lying."

"Then why don't you hurry up and let me down, give me the antidote, and let me be free again." Pei Nanshuang asked impatiently.

"But I'm not going to let you go." Su Yueming said, and without waiting for everyone to react, she picked up the stone on the side, aimed it at Pei Nanshuang's foot, and threw it hard.