"Ah, your decoction has been poured out!"

The little girl of the red lotus couldn't help but scream when she saw Lin Sanqing's medicine tripod flipping and all the decoctions poured out.

At this moment, a celadon bowl suddenly floated to the bottom of the medicine pod, impartially, and all the decoctions were firmly connected to the bowl.

Lin Sanqing stretched out his hand to take the celadon bowl, put down the medicine pod, turned around with a smile, looked at the little girl and said, "My decoction has been boiled, how long will it take yours?" ”

"Mine is also boiled!"

Not to be outdone, the little girl hurriedly put down the banana fan in her hand, wrapped the medicine jar on the charcoal stove with a rag, and poured the decoction inside into the porcelain bowl next to her.

Picking up the medicine bowl, the little girl looked at Lin Sanqing with a confident face and said: "This is the prescription that my sister gave me, it must be the most effective, just put your decoction first, it seems that it can't be used, and even if you use it, it may not be useful." You quack, don't kill people. ”

Lin Sanqing smiled indifferently, he was already immune to the little girl's mean nature.

"It's just right, my decoction needs to be cooled before I can take it, so you can bring your elixir in first to save your sister," Lin Sanqing looked at the little girl and said.

"Hmph, just wait and see," the little girl walked towards the house with the potion.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's better for your decoction to be cooled before giving it to your sister, otherwise, not only will it not be able to detoxify, but it may also have the opposite effect." Seeing the little girl walking into the house, Lin Sanqing couldn't help but remind him.

"You don't need to say it!" The little girl turned her head to glance at him and snorted, "Do you think I'm a fool?" Wouldn't it be to burn my sister to death if I fed the hot decoction to my sister? Of course I'll give it to her when it's warm. ”

"I'm talking about letting it cool," Lin Sanqing emphasized.

"If it's cold, it won't work, do you think I don't understand pharmacology? I don't think you're as good as me, a quack! Honglian said with a smug face.

Lin Sanqing said curiously: "You seem to really understand pharmacology, could it be that you have studied medicine?" ”

"I haven't studied, but I've been boiling medicine since I was very young, and my father is not in good health and needs to be used all year round," the little girl's expression became a little gloomy as she spoke.

Lin Sanqing didn't ask where her father was now, because she didn't need to ask to know that her father should have passed away, otherwise she wouldn't have been picked up by Biyue.

The two of them didn't speak again, and Honglian entered Biyue's bedroom with the decoction, ready to feed her the medicine.

Lin Sanqing had nothing to do, so he walked into the living room and admired the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall with great interest.

Those calligraphy and paintings are painted with a very meaningful meaning, and I feel that the person who paints seems to have insight into the world and is beyond the world.

Lin Sanqing took a look at the payment and found that it was a person named "Yi Changkong".

What is the relationship between this Yi Changkong and Biyue?

Why did Biyue collect so many of his paintings?

Do you know each other?

Lin Sanqing was full of curiosity and couldn't help but look at those paintings carefully.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a painting called "The Daughter of Luohua".

Then he looked at it, and suddenly, there was a sense of horror that was chilling all over his body.

This painting is so weird!

There was nothing else on the painting, only a woman in red with a disheveled hair and an unrecognizable face.

Because the figure of the woman in red occupies most of the picture, and the proportion is about the same size as a normal person, at first glance, it seems that people are in a trance, and there is such a woman in red standing outside the window, looking at herself coldly through her black hair.

After having this thought in his heart, Lin Sanqing seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, frowning and looking at the woman's face.

At this glance, an even more terrifying thing happened.

Although the woman's face was obscured by the loose black hair, on closer inspection, it could be vaguely distinguished, under the loose black hair, the woman was looking at the person outside the painting with a strange expression, a pair of eyes wide open, and a look at the person outside the painting.

"Shhhh

Lin Sanqing was in a trance, glanced at the woman in the painting, and suddenly had goosebumps on his body.

It's so weird!

Lin Sanqing was full of horror and felt that the painting was not very simple.

This painting is supposed to have been banned by a certain master, making it a ghost painting.

The woman in red in this painting, where is the daughter of a falling flower, she is a female ghost at all!

Recognizing this situation, Lin Sanqing couldn't help but be surprised.

Saying that this painting is so terrifying, it is impossible for Biyue not to find it, but why does she still hang this painting here?

Wouldn't she be scared when she saw this painting?

Lin Sanqing glanced at the payment of the painting, and found that this painting was not painted by Yi Changkong, but by a person named "Mr. Long Xiao".

In addition to the name, there is also a short text on the painting.

"Miao Xinjiang ten thousand mountains, there are spirits for the gods, from spring to autumn, Miao girls do not eat, drink dew and rain, when the flowers fall, they die in the mountains, or for the wife of the gods, also known as the daughter of the falling flowers!"

After reading this text, Lin Sanqing finally knew what this daughter of falling flowers was.

It turns out that in this world of the Three Kingdoms, there is a place called Miao Jiang, where there are 100,000 mountains.

The local Miao people believe in the mountain god, and there are even Miao girls who are determined to marry the mountain god as their wives.

Since spring, they stop eating and only drink some dew to keep them alive.

In autumn, when the flowers fall, these girls go deep into the mountains and disappear.

The locals thought that they should have been married by the mountain gods, so they called them "god wives", and some people called them "daughters of falling flowers".

This "Mr. Long Xiao" didn't know where he heard this legend, and then he was moved to draw a picture.

Understanding the cause and effect of the matter, Lin Sanqing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The heart says that there are no gods in this world?

It's just a bunch of resentful spirits.

As for the daughter of the falling flowers, although she is a little stupid, it is not so terrible, this painting painted by Mr. Long Xiao has a bit ulterior motives.

He was obviously hinting that the daughter of the falling flower was not married to the mountain god, but was hooked by some kind of ghost, and eventually became the ghost's soul slave.

"Oh no, help!"

Just as Lin Sanqing was complaining about the painting, a scream came from Biyue's room.

Lin Sanqing was shocked, thinking that the woman in the painting suddenly called out.

After coming back to his senses, he realized that it was the little girl from Honglian who was asking for help.

"Dead girl, I was almost scared to death by you!"

While complaining about the red lotus, he hurriedly ran into Biyue's room and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

"My sister is crazy, what should I do? At this time, Honglian was standing on the bed, pulling the quilt, trying to help Biyue cover it, but Biyue's face was flushed, her eyes were wide open, and she had a hideous look, not only pushing Honglian away, but also desperately tearing the clothes on her body.

"It's hot, it's hot, ah, I can't stand it-"

Biyue screamed, delirious, scratching her heart and lungs, and her condition was extremely painful.