Listening to Director Mu babbling about what had just happened, Liu Zhen felt a cold sweat break out on his back, his eyes dodged, he slowly reached out and touched his shoulder, and with a gentle touch, it became a piercing pain that spread throughout his body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing him gasp, Song Yu secretly screamed in his heart, quickly came to him, reached out and pulled the clothes off his shoulders. Looking at the black palm print, Song Yu's brows furrowed involuntarily, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Director Mu, the two glanced at each other, and their hearts sank at the same time.

Liu Zhen was taken aback by Song Yu's sudden movements, leaned back a few points, and crossed his hands to his chest, looking defensive.

"Why don't you get here today?" Curator Mu looked at Liu Zhen's unproductive appearance, stretched out his hand and patted him symbolically on the back of the head, and then looked at Song Yu again and asked.

Song Yu knew that he was worried about Liu Zhen, glanced at the black palm print on Liu Zhen's shoulder, his eyes became obscure, he was silent for half a minute, nodded slowly and spoke, and his tone was heavy: "Let's go out first, no one in this place should come in today." ”

Director Mu was infected by his calm momentum, and nodded without any objections. Song Yu helped Liu Zhen slowly walk towards the direction of the iron gate, felt a little uneasy in his heart, turned his head slightly, and looked at the stone tablet not far away with his residual vision, the portrait on it had become more gorgeous, and a tear flowed out of the narrow Danfeng eyes, and slowly slid down along the stone tablet, leaving a line of mottled paintings.

Song Yu sighed helplessly before retracting his gaze. Curator Mu locked the iron door again, and reached out to tug it, trying to see if he could open it, and after getting a definite answer, he packed up his mood and caught up with Liu Zhen, who was walking falteringly in front.

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"Mr. Mu doesn't have to worry too much, although this is corpse poison, but it doesn't penetrate deep into the bones, just apply those glutinous rice ointments." Song Yu couldn't bear to look at him thinking nonsense, so he comforted.

When Director Mu heard this, his whole person suddenly became energetic, he raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids, and looked at Song Yu's eyes that lit up suddenly.

"Really?"

Song Yu sneered, spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Sir, can I still lie to you?" But although it's not serious, you still have to hurry up and get glutinous rice paste to apply. ”

Liu Zhen's gaze couldn't help but wander between Song Yu and Director Mu, looking at the two strangely, frowning for some reason, and asking suspiciously, "What are you talking about?" ”

Curator Mu glanced at him speechlessly, glared, looked over his shoulder, and motioned for him to look at his shoulder. Liu Zhen was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted in Director Mu's bearded glare, tilted his neck slightly, his eyes fell on the sore shoulder, and looked at the blackened skin, and he was so frightened that he suddenly jumped up.

While patting it with his hand, trying to brush off the black on it, he asked in horror, "What is this?" ”

"Don't move, the faster the qi and blood flow, the faster the corpse poison will be released." Song Yu looked at Liu Zhen's jumping feet, and his voice couldn't hear a trace of ups and downs.

"What? Ptomaine? He was dumbfounded, forgetting his struggle, and asked with a shocked stare at Song Yu. Seeing Song Yu nodding slowly, the memory just now was used all of a sudden, it seemed that Chen Yuanyuan had pinched his shoulder, could it be ...... at that time?

Thinking about the strange look in her eyes just now, it turned out to be ......

Looking at the back of Director Mu leaving in a hurry, Liu Zhen's heart was shocked, and then he felt that he had suddenly become much older, his back was slightly stiff, and his eyes were sour.

Song Yu looked for his gaze and forgot about the past, a black shadow hurriedly passed, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, stared at the disheveled Liu Zhen, for a long time, before he slowly spoke: "It will be dealt with tomorrow, don't worry!" ”

A deep voice came, and Liu Zhen came back to his senses, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze becoming complicated. Pondered quietly for a moment, his tone was a little helpless: "Really? As he spoke, he sneered sarcastically, and then said, "Perhaps, there will be a second and third one in the future......"

This......

Song Yu shrugged his shoulders helplessly, doing this business, encountering this kind of strange and chaotic thing is always inevitable, if you don't believe it, then you can find a little reason to comfort yourself.

He didn't know how to persuade him, not to mention, he couldn't figure out why he was still able to survive in time...... Thinking of this, he paused slightly, people? I'm afraid he can't tell what he is now...... Who is qualified to judge other people's lives......

The two of them looked at each other, and both became silent, and the room was as silent as death.

After a while, Director Mu hurriedly walked in, holding a porcelain bowl full of glutinous rice in his hand, looking for a hard object, holding the edge of the bowl with one hand, and carefully beating the glutinous rice in the bowl with the hard object in the other.

Liu Zhen looked at his shoulders trembling slightly because of his movements, and slowly stood up with his chair back, he paced over in a few steps, and the whole person looked a little weak. Standing behind Curator Mu, through his shoulders bearing countless pressures, his eyes poked over, looking at the glutinous rice in the porcelain bowl that slowly turned into sticky, his heart was sour, and his eyes involuntarily misted out.

He swallowed, his dry throat as if it had been exposed to the sun, and it was painful. Slowly leaning out his slender fingertips, he looked at the old face of Pavilion Director Mu, and said slowly, "Master...... I'll do it! ”

Director Mu glanced at him in a hurry, brushed away his outstretched hand with his hand, and said angrily: "Stay away, just your frizzy appearance, don't you do things badly?" ”

In the tone of questioning, Liu Zhen heard a strong taste of affirmation.

The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably a few times, looking at him with a look of disgust, Liu Zhen took his hand back in disdain, and touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

Curator Mu glanced at the glutinous rice paste at the bottom of the bowl, put down the hard object in his hand, and picked off the glutinous rice stuck to it, and the rough fingertips were attached to the edge of the porcelain bowl, slowly pulling out from the inside and out, and some white glutinous rice trembled and stuck to the edge, as if it might fall down at any time.

He looked at Liu Zhen's blackened shoulders, opened the cabinet, took out a piece of gauze from it, pulled out a piece of glutinous rice at the bottom of the bowl, wiped it on the gauze, and took advantage of Liu Zhen's stunned period to stick the gauze on his shoulder.

A pungent smell of smoke lingered between the wings of his nose, and Liu Zhen felt a strong pain in his shoulder, and he reacted. Glancing over his shoulder with his spare eyes, he saw a faint smoke emanating from all sides of the gauze. (To be continued.) )