"Let's go?" Ye Mushen didn't seem to understand what he was saying, "What about Dong Hanlin and Zhou Tanhua?" ”

Ling Shang flew out of his sleeve with several golden threads, circled Zhou Yinchen's wrist holding the long needle, and retracted it after concentrating for a moment.

"He's still alive......" Ling Shang's voice was full of incredulity.

"Then ...... him"

"I won't live long." Ling Shang had no interest in saving another person.

Ye Mushen followed Ling Shang out of the cellar.

The sun outside was not strong, but the wind was very cold.

"I can't report to the police." Ling Shang looked at the black and white pebbles on the ground and groaned.

"Hmm." Ye Mushen didn't want to get into trouble either.

The passage of the cellar was once again hidden in the dazzling array.

Zhou Yinchen squatted in the corner, his eyes open, and he didn't blink for a long time.

If it weren't for Ye Mujing being taken away, he might not have realized that he was still alive.

However, even though he found out that someone had broken in and even taken Ye Mujing away, he still couldn't make any reaction.

He hadn't closed his eyes for two nights in a row, immersed in the thrill of revenge and the satisfaction of possessing Ye Mujing in disguise, and the last trace of vitality in his body was exhausted.

When Zhou Yinchen finally realized that Ye Mujing couldn't follow him to die, but he had to drag his weak and sick body, waiting for decay and death in front of this dark cellar with the stinking corpse of his enemy, the endless cold night had come.

-

Five days later, the Hou Mansion.

Ye Mujing was first disturbed by the incense, then lost excessive blood, and unfortunately contracted tuberculosis and was in a coma for five days.

For the past five days, Ye Mushen has been by his side inseparably.

Ling Shang only occasionally administered acupuncture for him, completely treating Ye Mu ginseng as air and Ye Mu Jing as a stone.

Early this morning, Ling Shang still had a calm face to check Ye Mujing's pulse.

It stands to reason that Ye Mujing should have woken up a long time ago.

The reason why I didn't wake up for a long time is probably because I don't want to wake up.

Ling Shang withdrew the golden thread, instructed Ye Mushen on the use of the elixir for this day, and left in a hurry.

Ye Mushen smelled the cold fragrance of tea on his body, looked at his thin lips that opened and closed, and almost blurted out and called him "brother".

Fortunately, Ling Shang's pace was fast enough, and his back was ruthless enough.

Ye Mushen occasionally worries that the two people in the cellar may not be discovered in ten years.

By then, it would be just two dry bones.

Even if anyone found out, no one would have imagined what horrific torture they had experienced inside.

For Dong Changyou, who didn't even have a place to be buried, and Zhou Yinchen, who was abandoned on the verge of death, Ye Mushen didn't feel much guilt.

Anyone who hurts Mu Jing overnight is to blame for the miserable end.

The scholars of the Hanlin Academy have not seen Dong Hanlin for many days, and they may have become ants on a hot pot.

The government may have also sent people to track down Dong Changyou's whereabouts.

But no one will be held accountable to Ye Mushen and Ling Shang.

Ye Mushen held Ye Mujing's cold left hand with both hands.

The wounds on his wrists have also been bandaged by Ye Mushen himself these days.

According to Ling Shang, this medicine can make Ye Mujing's hand flawless within two months.

But the tattoo-like word "Chen" on the back of Ye Mujing, because the tattoo was too deep, Ling Shang couldn't remove it.

Ye Mushen could probably understand Ling Shang's mood - it was not that he was powerless, but he was unwilling to remove this hateful mark for Ye Mujing.

Maybe it's because Ling Shang wants Ye Mujing to forget Zhou Yinchen and forget himself.

Ye Mujing, who was entangled by Zhou Yinchen in the nightmare, woke up and sweated profusely.

"Brother Jing?" Ye Mu saw him open his eyes, and his voice was hoarse with joy.

“…… Bingyan? ”