Tang Huai'an died a miserable death, and Ye Mushen was not in the mood to seek justice for him after all.

If it weren't for Ye Mujing's innocent defendant, Ye Mushen would never interfere.

Of course, to say that the real culprit is Lin Nuofeng is just a subjective assumption of Ye Mushen.

As long as the person who suffers in the end is not Ye Mujing.

Ye Mushen quietly followed behind Ling Shang and went to the study.

I saw him take out a delicate ink-colored jade box and throw into it the piece of Fuxi hexagram that he brought back this morning.

"Everyone loves to collect calligraphy and painting treasures, but Boss Ling loves to collect the turtle plate of the old god stick-" Ye Mushen leaned on the doorrail, his hands around his chest, "It's really not an ordinary person." ”

Ling Shang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, clenched his fist with one hand, and slammed it heavily on the jade box.

"Hey, angry?" Ye Mushen was a little shocked by Ling Shang's reaction, "Wouldn't it? I didn't say anything......"

"You don't know anything." Ling Shang spit out these words lightly between his thin lips, but he almost couldn't breathe for Ye Mushen.

"Yes, I really don't know anything. So—" Ye Mushen smiled meaningfully, "tell me the things I don't know." ”

This time, Ling Shang no longer coldly rejected the sentence "It has nothing to do with you".

Blood oozed from the knuckle on the back of his hand that had just hit the jade box, slowly flowing into the gap in the box.

He seemed to be addicted to the feeling of bleeding, and he stubbornly grinded his hand bones to let more blood flow into the jade box.

Ye Mushen first became obsessed with his hand, and then felt unbearable.

He stepped forward and grabbed Ling Shang's wrist, "Hey, you person, how can you abuse yourself?" ”

Ling Shang chuckled nervously, "What do you want to know?" I'll tell you all. ”

There will not be a second person in the world who can laugh so badly.

Ye Mushen's palms were in a cold sweat, "I'll help you with medicine, I'll ask you about this broken turtle plate later." ”

"No need," Ling Shang withdrew his hand, "Mi Xiang will help me." ”

But Ling Shang was not in a hurry to let Mi Xiang stop the bleeding and treat his injuries.

He carried the jade box to the backyard, threw it into a potted pot soaked in blue-black juice, and lit a fire under the stove.

Ye Mushen's eyes widened, unbelievably unconscious, "Are you going to use the relics of that old god stick to refine the elixir?" ”

"My blood can restore the hexagram."

Although Ling Shang's tone was flat, his eyes clearly said: Ye Mushen, a beautiful young man with empty skin, is terminally ill with intellectual disabilities, and he must be hopeless.

Ye Mushen naturally doesn't know anything about the mysteries.

But he also remembered that the highly poisonous and outrageous Mixiang drank Ling Shang's blood.

His understanding of Ling Shang deepened again: this iceberg shopkeeper was not only a femme fatale, but also poisonous.

Ye Mushen looked at the flickering flames, smelled the rich smell of bitter herbs in the air, and felt that Ling Shang was not so unapproachable.

The turtle plate was soaking in the medicine stove, and Ye Mu Shen also took the opportunity to talk to Ling Shang.

However, Ling Shang didn't seem to be unearthly - he really didn't care about the affairs of the world.

Ye Mushen blew the best wine, the most horse, the most hearty gamble, the most thrilling adventure, and Ling Shang's eyes never left the tumbling jade box in the medicine furnace.

The Tsundere Hall Master was not embarrassed to pull all over the sky until his mouth was dry, and the blue and black medicinal juice in the furnace was finally burned dry.

Ling Shang took out the jade box with fire tongs, and submerged it in the clear ice water.

After repeating it several times, when I opened the jade box, there was no trace of blood in it, only a clear Fuxi hexagram plate.

"It's amazing......" Ye Mushen exclaimed.

He then asked, "But this turtle plate has been buried in the trunk of a tree for ten years, to say the least, right?" Why did you search for it so painstakingly, and now you don't hesitate to restore it with your own blood? ”

"Because ......," Ling Shang's eyes lit up fiercely, "I'm willing." ”