(4) Xiai Villa

Inside the ruined temple of the city god.

The monk was meditating on the ground, he tried to force out the poisonous gas, the purple color gradually rose to his forehead, and he fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A boy about fourteen or fifteen years old called out to him, "Master, Master! ”

The monk opened his eyes, and a desolate smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, pointing to the god case of the city god in front of him.

The boy understood, went straight there, took out a book from the bottom of the case, and came to the monk. The monk said in a low voice: "Fu'er, you take this book and go to Lingshan to find Shitai, she will take you in." ”

"Master, what about you?" The boy asked.

"Master can't do it, it's all to blame Master, I don't usually tell you some things. Now you come here. The monk beckoned the boy to his chest.

He unbuttoned the boy's shirt, and a birthmark shaped like a black bean was imprinted on the boy's chest. The monk showed a kind smile on his face and said, "Fu'er, don't let people find out that you have a black mark on your chest in the future, so as not to attract death." ”

"Why?" The boy asked, puzzled.

"Fu'er, your name is Yang Fu, eleven years ago on the Lantern Festival night, your Yang Mansion was tragically destroyed, it was I who passed through it at that time, and this saved you......" The voice of the unresolved became lower and lower, "The black and white on the rivers and lakes are all for a non-existent legend of the divine sword......"

"What legend?" The boy asked eagerly.

At this time, the monk spat out a large mouthful of blood from his mouth. The boy hurriedly said, "Master, don't talk about it, it's important to heal." ”

"My injuries are out of the way."

After speaking, he motioned for the boy to turn around, and he carried his palms onto the boy's back, continuously feeding the internal force into the boy's body. "Master, what are you doing?" The boy felt a stream of heat pass through his back through his chest, and he was horrified.

"Don't talk, close your eyes."

The boy quickly closed his eyes, he felt a stream of heat pass through his back, and in a few moments, a cloud of heat rose from his hair, and the heat flow became bigger and faster, and he almost suffocated.

Suddenly, the heat disappeared, and he felt refreshed. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his master had fallen to the ground, his face was the color of paper, and his hair was white. He hurriedly hugged the master and called softly.

The tired eyes of the monk slowly opened, his lips were purple and black, and his voice suddenly aged a lot.

He instructed intermittently: "Fu'er, remember, don't let people see the black mark on your chest. I can't say to Lingshan Shitai, she will, will take care of you, as long as you, you take this book to her......" After speaking, a trace of dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes forever.

"Master—" The boy cried loudly, and outside the City God Temple, there was a thunderstorm, accompanied by the boy's heart-rending cry.

Lightning bolts lit up the Kasumi Villa.

In the main hall, Yang Shuixin was lying in Han Shanjun's arms, flipping through the book in his hand, and the blank pages were dotted with blood. The silver needle on her arm had been removed, but the white arm was jet black.

Han Shanjun frowned, "Murong Yun is so vicious, he actually smeared poison in the silver needle!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a small knife and cut open the wound on Shui Xin's arm, dark red blood flowed out, he lowered his head, put his mouth close to the wound, sucked it, and spit out the poisonous blood in his mouth.

"Castle Master, let your subordinates come!" Liu Yulu stepped forward to lean over and suck blood.

"Stand back!" Han Shanjun waved his hand impatiently and continued to suck blood. Liu Yulu had no choice but to retreat silently.

Waiting until the wound was no longer dark blood, Hanshan Junfang slowly sat back in his chair, and forced out the poisonous gas he had sucked when he sucked blood. Everyone carried Yang Shuixin back to the bedroom.