In that ancient well, I could barely keep my composure. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ .

Although it was most likely caused by the 'flesh' body Gu, in that state, I really didn't feel that much grief.

At that time, I was just thinking about 'getting' the Nine Turtle Gods, and I didn't think about anything else, as if Chen Qiuyan was still alive, and I left her dead behind.

As many people understand, if you are busy, you really can't take care of anything.

The best way to get rid of grief is to find something to do and not be idle.

But now, I'm idle.

Lying on the sick bed, I couldn't think of anything else in my mind except Chen Qiuyan.

If it had been put in the original, after I was injured, there would have been Chen Qiuyan among the people who took care of me.

It was a very natural, family-like care, without any other feelings.

Now don't say it's a person, even Chen Qiuyan's soul, I can't get it back.

Not to mention whether the Nine Wings God is still alive or not, even if it is dead, those souls that were sucked away by it may not be able to recover and return to the Yang World......

Just like eating, what is eaten will naturally be digested.

What is digested...... Will it ever recover?

The answer to this question can be figured out by yourself without asking others.

After I finished crying in the hospital room, Shippo and the others were going to comfort me, but they let me go.

Seriously, I want to be on my own for a while, and I don't want them to see me embarrassed.

Just stay alone, and at most have a rat with me, and that's enough.

It got dark very quickly, Shippo and their front feet left the ward, and the back feet were dark, and the light outside the window quickly disappeared, and the only light source was on the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

The squirrel curled up, leaning against the lamp, looked at me worriedly, but it also knew that I wanted to be alone for a while, so it didn't make a sound, very quiet.

Lying on the sick bed, I was motionless in a daze, staring at the sky with blank eyes, only to feel that my soul was lost.

In fact, in this incident, the most unworthy person is Chen Qiuyan.

In the final analysis, she is just a 'woman', and our big men are not breathing, why did she die in front of us??

Situ is a member of an official family, Qibao is half a person in the industry, Kong Baiyang and I are definitely gentlemen with foundations......

Even so, Chen Qiuyan is still dead, and no one has been able to protect her, especially me.......

If it weren't for me, Chen Qiuyan wouldn't have had to save me, and she wouldn't have died......

"Bang."

Suddenly, my heart was beating violently, and it was different from the previous beats, and this time when my heart beated, even my 'chest' cavity was shaken.

The muffled sound, which could be heard by outsiders, made the rat instantly stand up and look at me nervously.

Originally, the pain in my 'flesh' was already very weak, but this sudden tremor directly implicated all my limbs and bones.

But soon I found out that the most painful place was actually on those seventeen passes, which I had helped to pull out the seedlings, and those seventeen passes where the evil son was buried.

As the pain intensified, I curled up uncontrollably, hunched over, gritting my teeth and convulsing on the bed.

After about half a minute, the white 'colored' gauze that wrapped the seventeen passes was gradually penetrated by blood, and from the initial pale red 'color', it soon changed to a blackened blood 'color'.

Not only that, but those passes also bulged, as if someone was blowing inside, blowing out walnut-sized bulges.

At first, I thought that there was something wrong with the evil man, and he just wanted to get out of my 'flesh' body and come out of his body, but soon I realized that something was wrong.

What came out of these seventeen passes was not black mist, but a lot of black 'colored' mucus that penetrated gauze and flowed out little by little, which could also be said to be rancid blood.

These liquids seem to be alive and self-aware.

Although they dye the gauze when they penetrate it, they look like solids that do not separate when they slide through the sheets, or even when they get out of the quilt.

No matter how dark your complexion is, you won't stain anything else at all.

In the process, the squirrel arched its body and squeaked like a furry wild cat.

I turned my head with great difficulty, and winked at the rat, which was also considered to comfort it, indicating that it was all right, and that there was no need to scream.

The tacit understanding between the rat and me is indeed unusual, when it saw my eyes, it was slightly stunned, and then squeaked a few times, as if to ask me, what is the situation?

"Maybe the villain is bored and wants to hang out.......," I whispered.

Hearing this, the rat squeaked twice, rubbed it, and jumped to the side of my pillow, carefully observing the unknown liquid.

The blackened blood-colored mucus began to slowly gather as it slid down the bed to the ground, and to be honest, it looked like asphalt.

Seventeen clumps of washbasin-sized mucus had gathered on the floor, and they were still wriggling, with many bubbles bubbling on the roof.

After a while, the ward was filled with the rotten smell of dead bodies, and every time I took a breath, I felt extremely nauseous.

But disgusting is disgusting, and this smell inexplicably reassures me.

It was a very strange feeling, like meeting one's own relatives, and it was the kind of relatives who were related by blood, and they would feel relieved when they looked at them, as if they had something to rely on.

I endured the sharp pain in my body, reached out, held the rocker of the hospital bed, and slowly shook the pillow, feeling a little better.

The mucus wriggled for a while, and suddenly there was a tendency to spread out, quickly thinning, and spreading in all directions, but in two or three minutes, the floor of the ward was covered with a layer of translucent liquid.

Breathing in the rancid air, my 'flesh' seemed to be beginning to decay.

But I have to say that it may be that this smell has an analgesic effect, and my body is not so painful.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, I thought it was Qibao and they were back, or the doctors and nurses who were doing ward rounds came, but I didn't expect that the person who knocked on the 'door' was another acquaintance.

"Are you awake?"

Wenren Bodhisattva knocked on the 'door' of the room twice and asked me directly, "Is there anything else in the ward?" I smell a dead breath downstairs, it must be from your room. ”

As he spoke, Wenren Bodhisattva didn't wait for me to respond, and cautiously pushed the 'door' of the room open.

After entering the 'door', he did not look down at the liquid on the ground, but stared at me and walked to the side of the 'bed' in a few steps.

"Wenren senior, your psychological quality is good, dare to step on these things?" I laughed, "Don't you feel disgusting? ”

Hearing my question, Wenren Bodhisattva was stunned, looked at the ground in confusion, raised his head again, and looked at me.

"What's that? What did I step on? ”

"It's those ......."

I raised my hand and pointed to the floor, but everything I saw next made me feel a little 'out of the way'.

The floor was clean, there was nothing, and the rancid stench in the room was gone, as if it had never existed.

I stared at the floor in confusion, my brain crashing.

Did I see the ...... before me? Is it a hallucination??

When I looked back, the rat was not on the side of my pillow, and it was asleep on the 'bedside' table, and its body was still slightly undulating, so it must have fallen asleep.

"Xiao Shen?" Wenren Bodhisattva looked at me with some concern and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, and shook my head.

"It seems to be coming from you, I'll check it for you." Wenren Bodhisattva said, leaned forward, opened my eyelids with his fingers, looked at it carefully, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

I only heard him muttering some words, and every word was full of doubt.

"That's not right...... Your injuries should be getting better...... Why is there so much dead air in your eyes......."

As soon as the words fell, Wenren Bodhisattva seemed to have discovered something, and without warning, he shivered, looked at me and asked, "Is your wound cracked?" ”

"The wound is open?" I was stunned.

Following the gaze of the Bodhisattva, I glanced at myself a few times.

In the places where the evil man was buried, the original snow-white gauze had turned into a black 'color', all of which were black circles the size of walnuts.