Ningxia dreamed of that fire again.

The fire that enveloped the entire village.

When I think about it now, I still remember the fire that stained the entire canopy red, and the hot air that burned my lungs, and the smell of burning corpses everywhere.

Whenever Ningxia recalls the fire, he remembers that he was on the run.

Running barefoot in the rocky mountains, his feet were pierced with stones and his feet were covered with blood, but he didn't dare to look back, and he didn't dare to let go of his brother.

But the sound of horses' hooves behind him, like a spell, was getting closer and closer, closer and closer.

He was picked up from his horse like a lamb, no matter how he struggled, all he got was the other party's perverse laughter.

This is Ningxia's eternal nightmare.

I don't want to remember, but it's an eternal theme in nightmares.

She opened her eyes and felt a very fresh and pleasant aroma between her mouth and nose.

The aroma flowed into her lungs, and as the blood entered her limbs, she felt herself slowly regaining her strength.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a black Dragon Boat Festival with two ponytails, muttering scriptures in front of my bed.

As he read the scriptures, the scriptures echoed throughout the room, as if every grass and tree, table and chair here were echoing his chant, and at the same time, there was a faint treasure light rising behind the girl with two ponytails, and she was enveloped in it, which seemed even more solemn and sacred.

Ningxia was a little distracted.

And the Dragon Boat Festival also found Ningxia's awakening, and quickly stopped chanting, ran to Ningxia in small steps, and half-knelt there: "Sister Ningxia, are you awake?" ”

"Hmm." Ningxia agreed in a low voice, and then looked at the Dragon Boat Festival: "What were you doing just now?" ”

Fangcai's Dragon Boat Festival made Ningxia really have an unfathomable feeling, but the moment he threw himself in front of his bed, he felt like a cute Lori again.

"This." Dragon Boat Festival scratched his head embarrassedly: "I asked Sister Ping how I can make you wake up quickly." ”

"Sister Ping said that as long as I chant the scriptures by your side, it's fine."

"And I did."

Ningxia was stunned, then chose to roll over and get out of bed, and the sharp pain in her back at that moment made her gasp.

Dragon Boat Festival hurriedly helped her: "Sister Ningxia, be careful." ”

Ningxia's back at this time really can't bend at all, as long as he moves a little, he will feel the tearing pain.

In fact, if you think about it, the back is almost densely covered with various neural networks, and the limbs are controlled through nerve bundles, and Fang Bei just slashed three hundred and sixty-one knives with a knife on his back, even if the knife does not hurt the vital point, but now after the rough scab, every slight activity will make the body painful.

This is why many times, it is not very painful to hit the board, and it is the reason why it takes a full month to recuperate before you can get out of bed.

It is also a recipe not to let the plaster that Xue Ling applied to Ningxia have a miraculous effect, otherwise Ningxia may not even be able to move his body now, let alone reluctantly get out of bed.

"I'm ......" Ningxia didn't understand what was going on for a while, and then the picture of the lightning and flint appeared in his mind, red candles and daggers, a young man who talked and laughed and looked calm, and the three hundred and sixty-one knives with the precision of the knife.

Ningxia was really sturdy, and when Fang Bei said it was over, Ningxia relaxed his will and fainted and fell, and then he didn't know anything.

"It seems to be the poison that Brother Fang Bei treated for you." The Dragon Boat Festival tried to wording and said - although the Dragon Boat Festival didn't understand, it was clear that Ningxia was still alive and kicking before the prescription to treat injuries and detoxify, but after that, he was in a coma for nearly three days, without eating or drinking, and with a thick bandage on his back.

But Ningxia doesn't need to explain: "Hmm. ”

Ningxia just nodded.

She leaned forward on the bed.

The Dragon Boat Festival suddenly greeted: "Sister Ningxia, you haven't eaten for three days and three nights, let's eat something and rest first." ”

"No, you don't." Ningxia shook his head: "Don't be there, I want to see him." ”

"Brother Fang?" Dragon Boat Festival was stunned for a moment: "Brother Fang Bei has already gone out, with Brother Hei Wu." ”

"Out?" Ningxia didn't quite understand what had happened in the three days he had been asleep.

"And who's else at the inn?"

"Brother Sheng Junqian and Sister Lin Xue are also gone." Dragon Boat Festival looked at Ningxia and said, "Now there are only Sister He Ping and Sister Shang Jiuge in the inn. ”

Ningxia was stunned.

In an instant, the Xiao Soul Inn became so yin and yang, and the people who stayed in the inn were basically all women.

Ahem – basically.

"Then I'm going to see He Ping." Ningxia said.

"Then you stay here, I'll go and call Sister Ping over now." Dragon Boat Festival said busily.

In his opinion, Ningxia is now a super sick number, and it should not be active.

"I'm fine." Ningxia insisted.

And at this time, He Ping's voice came from outside the door: "Why are you okay?" ”

Saying this, He Ping walked into the room and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival and Ningxia, who were a little arguing: "You lie down first." ”

He Ping, of course, was referring to Ningxia.

Ningxia looked at He Ping, silent, and did not move.

"If you wake up, you should understand your condition." He Ping said quietly: "Get down, I'll help you further check your injuries." ”

Ning Xia shook his head and looked at He Ping: "I have some questions to ask." ”

"Is it urgent?" He Ping asked.

Ningxia nodded.

He Ping sighed and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival: "You did a good job, can you go out first now?" ”

Dragon Boat nodded obediently, and then went out and closed the door.

There were only two people left in the room, He Ping and Ningxia.

And Ningxia finally obediently returned to bed.

I have to say that the current injury is already very difficult for Ningxia to stand up.

Basically, every time you stand for a short while, there is a huge pain that you can barely bear.

"What happened after I was unconscious?" Ningxia asked.

He Ping shook his head lightly: "Actually, it's not a very important thing. ”

"But I want to know." Ningxia said.

"Hmm." He Ping nodded: "The poison of Manzhu Sawa on your body is heavier than you imagined, because the initial dose of poison that the sad old man gave to you is about three times that of ordinary people, and the antidote sent afterwards is insufficient in amount and purity, causing the poison of Manzhu Sawa on your body to reach the point where it is in danger that cannot be delayed." ”

Ningxia bowed his head and was silent.

"So, even if Fang Bei used this method to detoxify you, there was still about 20% of the poison of Manzhu Sawa left in your body, so after discussion, we decided to go to the purple-backed geranium."

"That's why there are only a few of us left in the inn now."

Ning Xia smiled bitterly: "The reason why you didn't leave is because you need to deter the ghosts here, right?" ”

He Ping didn't answer, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Ningxia sighed.

"Is it worth doing for someone like me?"