The City of Spirits.

"Sister Peony, come and see, there is someone here. ”

The sanitary housekeeper Kapok Fairy, who was in charge of the cleaning of the palace, was originally cleaning the outer palace one by one with a few little yang spirits, but he found an unconscious woman in a deep pavilion in the outer city.

The peony fairy rushed to hear the news, and the rest of the fairies also gathered here, looking at the unconscious woman, but they didn't know what to do.

"It stands to reason that even if she was unconscious, she should have been teleported out, why did she stay here alone. ”

"Maybe it's because he was unconscious, he lost consciousness after falling into a coma, and he was still hiding in this deep pavilion, probably because his vitality was too weak to be discovered. Forsythia Fairy crouched down and probed her snort.

"It's still alive, but the breath is weak. She reached out again and probed the man's breath.

"Hey, it's a serious injury. I'm afraid that when the secret realm was opened, someone was seriously injured and hid here. ”

The magnolia fairy frowned slightly, and her expression seemed to be sad and bitter, like a bodhisattva who took pity on all beings.

"It's pitiful, the little girl was attacked by someone here, it is estimated that there are no relatives and friends with her, maybe she is an orphan, or we will save her, it can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good. ”

"Why don't you bring her to life?" asked the Rose Fairy.

The peony fairy glared at her: "You haven't seen it yet, the master doesn't like us to kill innocents indiscriminately." If he finds out, watch out for your life. ”

The rose fairy carelessly stroked her long hair, and the bewitching charm was unconsciously revealed.

"Okay, okay, after all, the life in this city is not worse than her, just spare her life. ”

The rose fairy glanced at the unconscious little girl on the ground, and the half of her face was still delicate, and she could still see it, and when she was rescued, she would come to help her.

After all the fairies unanimously discussed, they sent her to the Forsythia Fairy's medical hall, and as the only physician among the people, the Forsythia Fairy naturally took on the heavy responsibility of saving people.

At the same time, Baiyun City.

It has been two months since the little sister went out, and Meng Wu knew that it would take three months for the dream to return to the secret realm, and it would take about three and a half months to calculate the distance back and forth.

On this day, it was rare to have a sunny day, Meng Wu thought about taking good care of his body, it was not good to be stuffy in the house for a long time, so he moved a chair to bask in the sun in the courtyard, and wore thick clothes, after all, it was winter, and he was still afraid of coughing and recurring when he saw the wind.

I wanted to bask in the sun and enter the house, but I didn't expect the sun to be too warm and too comfortable, so I slept like this, until a knock on the door sounded.

He was dreaming, and in the dream, the little sister came back unharmed, with an elixir that could cure his wounds, and happily pushed the door in, and before he could meet her, he was awakened by the knock on the door.

Waking up from a sweet dream, Meng Wu was in a somewhat depressed mood.

"Knock knock!!" The knock on the door was still ringing. He wondered why someone knocked on the door all of a sudden.

He got up, placed the little blanket on his seat, straightened his clothes, and opened the door.

Opening the door, a strange middle-aged man stood outside the door and smiled at him with a friendly smile.

"Is it Brother Moor?" the man asked as soon as he spoke.

Meng Wu knew that his sister was under the pseudonym Mo Li, and the Mo monk this person was talking about was probably the little sister, and he wondered in his heart, the little sister was not at home, how could anyone come to her?

"Exactly, may I ask Your Excellency?"

The man arched his hand and said, "The elder who is sitting in the Lower Wandan Pavilion is the one who went to the secret realm of dreams with Brother Mo this time. ”

Meng Wu frowned slightly, it wasn't that he was going to go for more than three months, why did he come back in only two months.

"I heard that the little sister said that she was going for about three months, but it was only two months, how could she ......?"

"Alas~" the monk sighed.

Meng Wu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and he only heard the man say.

"I don't know why my dream of returning to the secret realm has changed a lot, and after entering, I actually revealed a Miyagi. I've been walking around the periphery of Miyagi since I entered, and I've been careful to get some treasures. It was only when the battle became more and more fierce that Brother Mo and I were separated. ”

He took out a small medicine bottle: "This is what Brother Mo has deposited with me, saying that if she fails to return, please ask me to send it back to you." ”

Meng Wu's heart stirred, his eyes were red, and he took the vial with trembling hands.

"And where is my little sister?"

The monk shook his head: "There was a sudden push in the palace city that pushed us out of the palace city, and I waited for a long time without seeing Brother Mo's figure, guessing that she should, should have suffered an accident." ”

Something happened!!

Meng Wu staggered to the side, his back slamming against the wall on one side. The monk hurriedly stepped forward to help, but was touched away by Meng Wu.

"No, it's impossible, how could something happen to my little sister. He clutched the bottle tightly and stared intently into his hand.

The monk wasn't angry, it's human nature. He sighed, said a word of mourning, and turned away.

After a long time after the monk left, Meng Wu slowly stood up, closed the door heavily, and walked back to the courtyard step by step. He picked up the small blanket on the seat, turned to sit down, and carefully placed the blanket on his lap.

Well, cover it well, don't catch a cold, my little sister will be unhappy when she comes back.

He clutched the small bottle tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to insert it into the palm of his hand. The sun was just right today, and he was basking in the sun on his back, but he couldn't feel the warmth, cold, only the bone-eating cold.

He closed his eyes, greedily absorbing the warmth of the sun, but why, why was it still so cold? He craned his shoulders and pulled the blanket up.

He has to take care of his body and wait for his little sister to come back. It's not three months, it's only been two months, and she must still be on the way.

Yes, she's still on her way and has to wait for her to come back.

He only felt that the part of his heart was hollowed out, very empty. I don't feel pain, I don't feel pain. He sat like this, from morning till dusk, from the branches of the moon to the clouds.

The raindrops the size of beans hit his face, and he came back to his senses in an instant. He crawled into the house and went straight to the bed.

Take off your shoes and go to bed in one go. There was a chill from the slightly wet coat wrapped around his body, and he pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly.

"You can't get sick, you can't catch a cold, my little sister will be angry when she comes back. ”

"You can't get sick, you can't catch a cold. ”

"My little sister will come back, it's only been two months, and she's just delayed on the road. ”

"She'll be back, she'll be back. ”

“......”

A murmur came from the bed, and the slow voice carried a few light coughs, and the coughs became louder and louder.

"What's the cold?" doesn't he have a good cover?

"If you have a cold, you need to take medicine, yes, you need to take medicine. He struggled to get up, but found that his body was sore, and his forehead was hot.

Meng Wu felt so hot, he wanted to reach out and lift the quilt, but when he raised his hand, he saw the small medicine bottle in his hand again.

"It's medicine, you have to take medicine. The man buried in the quilt was stunned and opened the medicine bottle in his hand, poured out one and carefully fed it into his mouth.

'Just take the medicine. He thought silently to himself, slowly sinking into darkness.

The pill melted in his mouth, and the power of the medicine traveled around him, constantly moistening his veins.

In the second half of the night, the rain slowed down a little, and the bad-eyed rats slowly came out.

A dark shadow slowly groped at the door of Meng Wu's room, and the soft sound of the door lock opening was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Squeak~" The door was slowly pushed open by the black shadow, and the black shadow carefully stepped into the house, searching from the wardrobe to the bedboard, little by little.

Meng Wu, who was asleep, only felt that there was a rustling sound in his ears, and he frowned unconsciously, and even the originally happy dream became fragmented.

The figure was tossed and turned, and in the morning he saw the bottle that the monk had handed to the master of the house at the door, and his eyes suddenly turned to the bed.

The black shadow slowly stepped forward and gently lifted the corners of the quilt, only to see a man curled up in the quilt and sleeping in his clothes. What he clutched tightly in his hand was what the Black Shadow was looking for.

The dark shadow's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pull the bottle out.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wu's grip was really tight, and he pulled the bottle violently in his heart. The bottle was not pulled out, but the sleeping man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

The dark shadow evil was born from the guts, and pulled a knife from his bosom and was about to step forward to snatch the bottle.

Meng Wu's whole body was soft, and even if he dodged in time, the stabbing knife pierced into his arm, and the arm instantly bled and dyed the clean bed bright red.

The black shadow found that the person on the bed was very weak, and his heart was happy, so he went directly to pull the bottle again.

"Bring it to you. The black shadow pulled the bottle with a low voice, thinking that if he was stabbed in his hand, the person on the bed would definitely let go, but he didn't expect the bottle to be held tightly in his hand.

The black shadow stabbed down again, directly through Meng Wu's arm. He snorted softly in pain, but still didn't let go.

The black shadow was horizontal, and without doing anything, it stabbed directly at his neck.

Meng Wu narrowly avoided this blow again, and his body was soreness and weakness to the extreme.

Another quick stab stabbed down on his hand, which finally couldn't stand it and let go of the bottle.

The black shadow was overjoyed, and quickly picked up the bottle and turned around to run.

"Put, put down. The weak man behind him suddenly spoke, and the chill in his words inexplicably made him feel cold.

The dark shadow turned to look back, and the person on the bed was struggling to get up, hey, the person who had a hard time getting up. I'm afraid he'll do a lot.

This bottle is going to be decided, and when he saw the elder of the Wandan Pavilion taking out something at the door of this house, he thought about it, the thing that the elder of the Wandan Pavilion took out must be a good one.

"Down? Hmph, dreaming. "I'm generous enough to spare your life, and I still put things down?

The man turned to leave, and before his hands touched the door, his eyes suddenly widened. He kept struggling, and he only felt that his neck was strangled by something invisible, and he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't speak.

If he could turn back at this time, he would see the eyes of the man who had just been so weak, his eyes red, and the palm of his right hand gradually tightened.

"What my little sister gave me, no one can move. ”

With every inch of his hand tightened, the shadow's breathing tightened. The black shadow kept waving his hands to pull off the thing that was strangling his neck, but he couldn't touch anything.

"Repair...... Monk. "Obviously, this person is a sick man who has no power to restrain the chicken, why did he suddenly become a monk with advanced cultivation.

The black shadow did not regret it until the moment of death, if he knew that this man was a monk, he would not have come to die if he said anything.

At the moment when the black shadow fell to the ground, Meng Wu on the bed also fell to the side weakly, he crawled over from the bed little by little, and the blood on his hands rubbed a long blood mark on the floor.

Finally crawling to the shadow man, he searched the man for a while, and finally found the bottle that had been snatched away.

He breathed a sigh of relief and clutched the bottle to his chest. Just curled up on the blood-drenched floor, curled up beside a dead man.