"Are you selling fake medicine?" Yuan Qingli frowned and cast a disgusted look at him.
Mu Yingshan angrily shouted: "That's nonsense!"
He actually said that he was selling fake medicine, which was even more uncomfortable than calling him a devil.
"What you are selling is not fake medicine, so why didn't my symptoms improve after I took it?" Yuan Qingli coughed and spoke.
"I'm not a charlatan who sells fake medicines. How can I cure all diseases?" Mu Yingshan sarcastically said, "This medicine is only useful for internal and external injuries. It has no effect here."
Mu Yingshan reached out and knocked on his forehead.
"You mean, what I received should be a mental attack?" Yuan Qingli suddenly realized.
"Yes, just like the state I was in just now, being possessed is also a type of mental attack."
"Then the reason why you regained your clarity just now was because of the rose flowers I got?"
"That's right. Since it proves that rose flowers have special uses. Where did they come from? Go and get another petal for your own use."
After Mu Yingshan finished speaking, he felt that the lingering taste on his lips was a bit strange. He puffed twice, but the taste still couldn't be dissipated.
Yuan Qingli pointed to the bathroom and asked him to rinse his mouth.
Taking advantage of this, Yuan Qingli propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, then collapsed into a shrimp.
He said ambiguously: "It's hard to get it now, and those two petals were obtained by accident. It's okay, I can bear it... I'll sleep for a while."
Mu Yingshan must not be allowed to know that she picked up the rose petals from under the black horse's hooves!
And the ground was covered with black horse excrement.
But then again, is it the effect of rose flowers or the effect of dark cuisine?
If it's the effect of dark cooking, she won't try it even if it hurts her to death.
Yuan Qingli closed her eyes in a daze, subconsciously telling her that the pain would lessen if she slept a little longer.
But no matter how many different lying positions she changed, she still didn't feel sleepy. In her consciousness, apart from the pain, she was still awake.
This feeling of the unknown is scary.
The blood in the whole body was like a countercurrent, and the whole body was cold.
She stood up despite her exhaustion, pain, and uneasiness, and reached out to grab a piece of green.
"Take me downstairs to the front desk to find Jin Wuwu..."
Mu Yingshan opened his mouth, which was a bit lighter, and asked in confusion: "Who is Jin Wuwu? What's the name of that black hat ghost?"
After speaking, he rejected himself and murmured, "No, this is already the next copy of the game. Oh, it's the proprietress of this inn."
After digesting, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Yuan Qingli, and asked kindly.
"How do you want to go down? Lie on my sword, or let me carry it?"
"What's the matter with you? Don't you know how to be gentler to the little fairy?" Yuan Qingli was heartbroken.
After a pause, she angrily squeezed out the words through gritted teeth: "Don't carry it like a sack."
Finally, Yuan Qingli was sandwiched between the waist and the arm by Mu Yingshan, commonly known as the armpit position, and went down to the first floor in this posture.
Yuan Qingli: Mu Yingshan, listen to me and thank you.
At the front desk on the first floor, Jin Wuwu was not there.
Yuan Qingli rested her elbows on the front desk and glanced around. There was a business card box next to the computer. She took out one and put it in her pocket.
Then he directed Mu Yingshan to look for any boxes such as medicine boxes.
Mu Yingshan's 500-year-old pills were useless, possibly because they were foreign products. Maybe the medicine in this world can have an effect on her.
Mu Yingshan didn't find anything.
"Call." Yuan Qingli slowly moved to the landline and dialed the boss's phone number printed on the business card.
After waiting for a long time, no one answered.
When Yuan Qingli was about to hang up, there was a sound from the other end. The sound was harsh, like the sound of a record player being dragged out by a blade. It was hair-raising.
"...What...can you...help..."
The intermittent words carried an electric current and passed into the ears.
Yuan Qingli frowned, and her ears hurt for a moment.
She calmed down and said, "I'm looking for Boss Jin."
"Sorry, the boss is not here. Guests have other needs..."
"It's like this. I'm on my period and my stomach hurts a lot. I wonder if there's any medicine? Or maybe there's a medical clinic. Can you tell me where it is? I'll go there myself."
Yuan Qingli felt like her stomach was churning, but it was not a sign of vomiting. Suddenly, she felt a little sweet in her throat.
"Oh! Guest, are you not feeling well? I'm sorry that we don't have a medical room in the park, but you can go to the service center lobby to ask for help from the staff wearing... colored clown suits."
Yuan Qingli covered the corner of her mouth that was overflowing with blood, and tried her best to express clearly that she hoped the other party could repeat it again: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what color is it? Can you say it again!"
She had reason to believe that this was done deliberately to mess with her. Aren't the first two sentences very good?
Moreover, she was also curious. According to what the sword fairy said, this was a spiritual attack. Why did she vomit blood?
