The dim light was a natural filter, and it fell on Su Luo's face, depicting his facial features extremely exquisitely.

Sang Ling thought to herself, she had already seen Su Luo's two faces, and the young fourteen-year-old face was a little immature and green, and she couldn't see anything. I don't know if this face is Su Luo's own now, why don't you wait for him to wake up and ask?

She was thinking wildly as her hands raced, and in a few strokes she had already bandaged the wound. Reach out and retrieve the loose strip of cloth and tie your hand again.

Suddenly, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of black eyes stared straight at him, his eyes were clear and dangerous, and he was full of vigilance and repulsion.

Sang Ling was caught off guard, so shocked that she sat back, and inadvertently, her hand pressed on Su Luo's waist and abdomen, and she felt as if she had felt a little concave arc of muscles.

At this time, Su Luo felt hot all over his body as if he had entered an oil pot, and the position touched by Sang Ling was like cold water in the oil pot, first it was a little cool, and then the oil spots that exploded touched the whole body, and after a tingling itch, it only made people want to take the cold water and pour it all over the body.

His teeth creaked, and with severe pain, he attacked Zhihai with his aura, temporarily suppressing the toxin and snatching out a bit of clarity. He frowned slightly, withdrew his hand from the wrapped strip of cloth, and then held his forehead, obviously still a little uncomfortable.

Sang Ling's eyelids were stabbed by Su Luo's eyes just now, and when she looked again, the other party's eyes had returned to their usual looks.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart, then sat up and opened her mouth to confirm:

"Are you sober?"

Su Luo nodded, cold sweat slowly oozed from the corners of his forehead, and his face became pale and transparent because of this sudden unbearable pain.

He paused for a moment before he said hoarsely:

"That columbarium is poisonous."

Sang Ling was taken aback.

She didn't expect that the source of everything would come from the ashes altar, and she wanted to find the snake bead again to settle accounts, but she didn't want to be stopped by Su Luo.

"This thing should not have come from it. This poison is strange and difficult, like an unusual poison, which is generally ineffective against people, and will only be useful to the demon clan. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of fragility appeared on his face, and he stretched out a finger, gently hooked Sang Ling's sleeve, and pulled.

"Sister, am I going to die soon? I was so scared, it really hurt in my body. ”

In the shadowy lights, Sang Ling suddenly felt that time had turned back to the past, when Su Luo was picked up by her because of an eye injury. She was busy looking for the little black cat at the time, and the injured Su Luo didn't want her to leave, so she begged her like this.

At that time, he finally chose to leave. Is he also so scared and uncomfortable?

Thinking of this, she reached out and stroked away the wisp of hair he had attached to her forehead, and said softly:

"I'm here, and you're not going to die."

"And will you leave again?"

Su Luo insisted on wanting an answer, as if he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to determine what made him panic, or to go back to the past and make up for the regrets at that time.

"No, it won't."

Hearing Sang Ling's answer, Su Luo's eyes lit up, and he looked at the person in front of him for a moment, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind. It's just that the sleeve in his hand is pinched very tightly, even if he falls asleep, he doesn't mean to let go.

Sang Ling stayed for half the night and found that Su Luo did not have a fever, so she breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't hold back her tired and fell asleep.

Suddenly, the person on the soft couch opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

He got up slowly, looked at the people beside him for a long time, and then picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed in the room to sleep.

The night was silent and silent, covering countless thoughts.

By the time Sang Ling woke up on the second day, Su Luo's face had improved a little, at least he was conscious.

The two hired a carriage and went to the temple without further ado.

After a few days, the mountain temple was already dilapidated, and the ashes jar was thrown on the ground haphazardly, mixed with the wet mud.

Sang Ling picked up a branch and lifted the columbarium, but found nothing unusual. Just in case, she picked it up, took it with the yellow cloth, and threw it into the storage bag.

Snake Zhu watched her familiar nest reappear, and what she felt was not joy, but deep fear.

Does this woman want to break the casserole and ask in the end, bent on helping the man detoxify? But this poison really didn't come under it, and the snake bead who couldn't figure it out could only lie on the side depressedly.

Don't ask why it doesn't lie in the old nest of the ash jar, just ask for fear of poisoning. Thinking of the way the man was tied up yesterday, it trembled, if it was like this, would it never obey or not?

The delicate figure of the female cultivator under the dim candlelight of last night suddenly flashed in his mind, and his cheeks suddenly flushed, and he rolled to the side shyly. Heck, if the woman really wants to get started, it's actually ...... Oops, Snake Bead feels like her face is ready to fry eggs.

Sang Ling outside didn't know that Snake Zhu had thought of her as a female pervert, and at this time, she had already descended the mountain and traveled eastward, heading towards the junction of Zhongzhou and Zezhou.

She found a lot of books and jade slips, but there was no record of Su Luo's symptoms. He could only use a lot of elixirs to suppress the toxins, and the effect was very good at first, but then it slowly had no effect. There was no way, she focused on the ash jar itself, and this observation made her discover the words at the bottom of the altar - "pots and jars".

At first, I only thought it was the name of the clay pot itself, but then she really inquired about it. In the southeast of Zhongzhou, near the location of Zezhou, there is a city that produces clay pots, called pots, and this ash jar is likely to come from there.

Without further ado, Sang Ling hired a carriage and hurriedly took Su Luo to Pot City, but Su Luo's injuries were getting worse day by day, his limbs were numb and his eyes were blurry, and he slowly stopped getting out of the carriage.

It was close to noon when she stopped the carriage by a small river. He took the water bladder and went down to get water, and kindled the fire, and baked the bread and the prepared food.

She had done this all the way, and it had only been half an hour by the time she returned to the carriage with water and food.

Su Luo sensed her coming and slowly got up.

"Where have you been?"

The voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper.

Sang Ling put the things away, fed him a little water first, and then said:

"There is still half a day to go before the pot city, you can rest in the car for a while, I will drive directly over and arrive immediately."

Su Luo swallowed the water in a few sips, but avoided it with a side face and didn't drink it again.

Sang Ling handed over another cake that was almost cold, with roast meat in it, but he still avoided it.

"I'm not hungry."

Sang Ling took advantage of him to speak, shoved the food into his mouth, and said forcefully:

"How can you have the strength to detoxify without eating? Even if you really don't want to eat it, you have to force yourself to eat a little. Obedient. ”

Su Luo smiled bitterly and swallowed the contents of his mouth in a few bites, but did not eat the next one. "Stupid hamster, I can't even see with my eyes, so don't risk taking me with you. After such a long journey, your body can't bear it. ”

Sang Ling shook her head, picked up a cake and took a few bites at random, swallowing it into her stomach, which could be regarded as relieving the feeling of hunger. "I'm a monk, how can I not bear it? Besides, you can't see it, and if I leave you behind, then you're not going to be someone else's meal? ”

Su Luo saw that he really couldn't persuade her, so he lay back with a wry smile. Now the toxin has eroded two-thirds of the meridians around the eyes, and it hurts with every blink, and even the vision is blurred. Still, there was a strong calm on his face, so quiet that he didn't even sound his breathing.

Sang Ling lowered her head to eat the cake and pretended not to see it, since she was poisoned, Su Luo was a little more cautious, afraid that she would abandon him halfway, and she would always be sure that she was in order to feel at ease. But sometimes, she will suddenly emo, feel that she is dragging her down, like to drive people, and she is even more baby-faced than a June day.

Just now it's the second type, the emo style.

Sang Ling's eyelashes blinked a few times, quickly finished the food, then brought water, briefly scrubbed his exposed skin, and pulled the blanket to cover it.

After being busy, she looked at the blue and black skin around Su Luo's eyes, but she couldn't see it, and said:

"I'll use the aura to dispel the poison for you, even if it can't be completely dispelled, it can feel better."

Su Luo paused and said slowly:

"I want to sleep."

As he spoke, he moved his shoulder, as if he wanted to turn sideways, but he didn't want to stop his movements as soon as his body staggered. Then he reached out and tentatively touched the bed, and only then did he find a suitable position to lie down.

Sang Ling opened her eyes sideways, pretending not to notice this. Although she knew it well, after all, she used to be a person who couldn't sit still, but now she has been lying down and unwilling to move, and she even laughs a lot less, it must be because of the spread of the toxin, which is unbearable.

Seeing that he quickly closed his eyes, it seemed that he was really going to sleep. Sang Ling hurriedly packed up her things and continued on her way.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the clay pots were made, a small town called Pots. After Sang Ling bought a little food, she quickly inquired with the shopkeeper that this pottery pot making workshop was located in the east of the city.

A round of red sun on the horizon is slowly setting in the west, the sunset is shining with thousands of rays of light, the sky is dark, and the trees and houses on the street have a little more dark shadows under the red.

"Bang bang bang-"

Sang Ling symbolically knocked on the door a few times, proving that there was really no one in the courtyard, and walked in directly. It was a deserted and grassy courtyard, empty of all but a few thatched huts, and the rest of the tables, chairs and benches were gone.

Bypassing the front yard, the backyard is built a kiln covered with bamboo mats, black and gray, obviously used for a long time, next to a lot of dry cracked and white soil, washed away by the rain most of the sand grains, mussel shells, pottery fragments, etc., should be mixed in the clay pot of miscellaneous materials. There are many things for making clay pots, such as potter's wheels and pottery shards, and they are not all removed like the tables and chairs in the front yard, but all of them are thrown here.

She reached out and touched the dust accumulated on the potter's wheel, stretched out her hand and tried it a few times, and found that the potter's wheel could still turn, and then looked at the kiln, which was sealed very well, and said strangely:

"Everything is good, and you should be able to continue making pottery, why don't you want it?"

Su Luo was standing at the entrance of the front yard, and he didn't come in when there was a mess here, so he frowned and said:

"Is there something out of the ordinary? The smell of dust here is strong, and it seems that it has not been inhabited for a long time. ”

Sang Ling nodded. "The merchant who sold steamed buns just now said that three years ago, the workshop here produced a batch of thin porcelain as smooth as green jade, which was all the rage, and people rushed to buy it worth thousands of gold. After not wanting this batch, there will be no more of the same thin porcelain, and this place will gradually be deserted. ”

Su Luo didn't get out of the carriage just now, he didn't know about it, and now when he heard about it, he was even more surprised.

"Only one batch of thin porcelain can be produced?"

Sang Ling also thinks:

"If the process is researched, it will only get better and better, how can it be that only one batch will be produced, which is strange. However, the top priority is to detoxify you first, and if you can't find it here, we will ask people nearby and ask where the owner of this workshop has gone. ”

Anyway, there was no clue at all, so it could only be like this, Su Luo stood for a while, felt that his limbs were numb and sore, and he was ready to go to the carriage alone to rest.

Sang Ling uneasily followed and sent the person to the carriage, seeing that he was so uncomfortable, and seeing the poisoning reaction of the villain after eating Yunnan mushrooms, he felt that it was better to buy some medicine to suppress it. She still got into the carriage and went to the only medical clinic in the city to get medicine.

In the medicine hall, Xiao Er skillfully grasped the prescription and grasped the medicine on the medicine table, and there was a doctor sitting in the hall, at this time it was close to dusk, and the person who saw the doctor did not, he picked up a medical book and looked at it.

The medicine hall was quiet, only the sound of snatching medicine.

Sang Ling originally thought that she would come by herself, but she couldn't resist Su Luo's idea of wanting to breathe, so she could only bring people to the medicine hall together.

When she entered the door, she was still thinking about looking for the aunt and uncle intelligence bureau in the streets and alleys to inquire deeply.

I don't want to, but the next second, it's bright.