"On the fifteenth day of each month and the last day of the month, Mo Yun will transform into something neither human nor animal. She will not recognize her relatives, has no sanity, and needs to drink human blood to be able to stop. And no matter the season, her limbs will be as cold as ice. You need to be wrapped in a charcoal fire and a heavy quilt to be able to stay awake."
Wu Shuang was silent for a moment, "So, you let Yan Siguan lure your wife here every fifteenth day and suck the blood from your body? Do you know that if things go on like this, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to withstand this kind of loss, and now you are almost oily?" "The lamp is dead, since Yan Siguan is so loyal, why not," "No." He was interrupted by Cheng Jingdong before he finished speaking. Wu Shuang was not angry, but looked at the pale class leader opposite him calmly, waiting. below.
"How can I, my wife, let Si Guan bear it for me? He confronted me several times and asked Mo Yun to suck his blood. He was extremely tough. Once, he even locked me in a room. I threatened to die. He Only then was he willing to release me. As for the reasons, firstly, since it is my wife who is in trouble, it must be me, the husband-in-law, who must bear the burden. Even if I and Siguan are as close as brothers, he should not do this; secondly, Come, I can sing Hua Dan, and I will often sing to Mo Yun. If I wake her up, maybe the disease will be completely eliminated, and with slow treatment, it will definitely get better." After saying that, Cheng Jingdong stood up and walked towards the backyard. Staggering away, Wu Shuang followed behind, but neither of them uttered a word.
The backyard is messy, but there are two piles of thatch stacked neatly in the center. They are stacked so neatly that at a glance, one would think that they are a pile of thatch waiting to be used for building houses. Cheng Jingdong laboriously opened up the upper layer of thatch, which was suddenly covered with dozens of costumes, all in rouge, red, blue and white, all in various colors, and the workmanship materials were all of the highest quality. At first glance, it looked like a dazzling display of flowers, very luxurious. .
"Back then, Siguan said that Qingheyuan was too poor to provide food. So all the remaining money was spent on this costume?" Wu Shuang casually picked up a rouge-colored costume. The tassels are all regular and uniform, and the water sleeves are embroidered with large masses of silver thread, which shows the fine workmanship of this costume. "Although the small garden is small, when Mo Yun was popular, he had saved some money. It is not a rich one, but he could still have enough food and clothing. What's the difficulty in hosting two meals? It's not that I'm stingy, it's this My family fortune has been depleted a long time ago, and most of it was used to buy medicine and seek medical treatment. There is not much money left, so I asked me to use it to buy these costumes." The class leader rubbed his hands on the clothes, making a rustling sound, and his words were full of sorrow.
"Before she fell ill, Mo Yun often talked to me about the beautiful embroidered dress in the embroidery shop and the fine fabrics, but she never allowed me to buy two pieces for her. One time when it was New Year's Eve, I bought the dress she had been talking about for a long time. Come on, she scolded her so much that night that she went to the shop owner of the embroidery shop to return the clothes."
"What you said will make many men who have been scolded by their mother-in-law angry." The fat shopkeeper said a rare joke, patted Cheng Jingdong on the shoulder, and sighed, "So that day, it was you who sang on the stage, not Mo Yun?"
"Senior knows very well that it is indeed me. Just because we look very similar, if I disguise myself as a woman, almost no one can spot me. Even if my singing voice is slightly inferior to Mo Yun's, people in the audience will just think that I have not been on stage for a long time and I am just a stranger. ." Wu Shuang did not continue to ask. Now that the context was clear, there was no need to ask why this person wore powder all day long. It was probably just so that the woman named Mo Yun would not worry when she was awake. Wu Shuang was well-informed, and he couldn't help but sigh. He had seen countless couples in the world who had gone their separate ways when disaster struck, but this was the first time that they had such a firm affection as Cheng Jingdong and Mo Yun. .
While thinking about it, Wu Shuang was about to put the rouge-colored costume back to its original place, but he felt that there was a hole in the cuff of the right sleeve of the costume, which was about the width of a fist, and the silk satin was red. Looking through other clothes, there are holes in the cuffs of every piece, large and small, uneven. Wu Shuang raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Jingdong, whose eyes were ethereal and transparent.
Every mid-month to the end of the month, the class leader would paint his eyebrows and hair, put on his wife's favorite clothes, and sit cross-legged in the small courtyard, regardless of the flying catkins, the mosquitoes on summer nights, the cold autumn rain, and the shaking of the vast winter snow. He moved lightly, sang a little song, and waited for his wife to arrive. So day after day, year after year, the blue and white flowers on the stone screen in the courtyard were gradually saturated with vermilion, and scrolls of different shades emerged, one or two, until traces of cinnabar red were spread all over the body. The middle-aged man leaning against the wall, with pale lips, was holding the woman swaying and caressing her back, as if he was coaxing her to sleep.
"Thank you, class leader." Wu Shuang said this without warning, making Cheng Jingdong a little confused. What he didn't see was that on a willow tree behind him, there was a young man sitting on a thick branch with his legs spread apart. The breeze was mixed with snow, and catkins were flying in the corners of the young man's eyes.
Walking back to the courtyard, the two of them sat down. It was obvious that after this long conversation, Cheng Jingdong had talked about many of his thoughts and his heart had relaxed a little. After all, he couldn't remember how long he had been living like a thief with a guilty conscience all day long. If people knew that my wife would turn into a vampire monster every half month, the dignitaries living around would definitely send people from the government to visit her. As for him, he might be lucky enough to save his life, but Mo Yun was afraid that he would be looked down upon by everyone. Being a demon, it is reasonable to burn him alive until he dies. At this moment, seeing Wu Shuang agreeing to help, he immediately wanted to kowtow, but Wu Shuang pulled him up and sat on the stone pier, almost crying.
"I'm afraid your wife's illness is not a serious disease, but caused by Nanli Gu. Please think carefully about whether any outsiders came to stay at Caixian Beach before your wife became ill, or went in and out of the young master's mansion." Wu Shuang He is no stranger to poisonous poisons. When he was touring the rivers and lakes, he went to the deep forest of Nanli, and a three-legged golden cicada bit his arm, making him seriously ill for three days. You must know that at that time, Wu Shuang had already stepped into Lingxi for the first time. He could barely control the sword for more than ten miles, but almost capsized in the ditch. After searching for several days in the meridians, he dug out a smooth jade-like Gu worm with the tip of the sword. Only then did the symptoms stop. Afterwards, Wu Shuang read through countless books recording Gu insects, but still found nothing. It can be seen from this that there are many types of Gu insects in Nanli, and they are very vicious. They are more frightening to the world than the cavalry army. When the Gu art is at its most prosperous, people from the nine countries in the world are almost talking about the insects. The stakes are extremely high.
"Then what should we do?" Cheng Jingdong was so anxious that he couldn't help but cry heavily and asked with choked sobs.
Wu Shuang took out his natal sword and drew a circle with the sword in the mansion. The sharp sword energy scattered the catkins several feet away, forming a sword formation.
The sword lingers with him, his murderous aura frightens the clouds.
Cheng Jingdong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The sword fairy wields a sword and embeds the natal sword three feet into the ground like a flower, until it reaches the hilt.
"wait."
