Chapter 266 Appetizer to the Show (3)

Author: Yueting A Cup of Wine

Chapter 266 Appetizer to the Show (3)

The black current flowed through every corner of the town, and finally merged into one stream, running silently outside the town and into the carriage parked at the foot of the twelve towering cloud mountains.

One of the dark figures pulled off his mask. It was Dai Ming, Li Zhiyan's wife's brother. He knocked lightly on the carriage wall three times, and the muffled sound spread in the dead air. Li Zhiyan, who was riding alone in a carriage with Fei Han, opened his eyes.

Opening his eyes, he bowed deeply towards Fei Han and raised his hands.

"Please let the immortal take action."

Fei Han flicked his waist, took out an ordinary gray cloth medicine bag, and suddenly threw it out the window.

The medicine bag turned into a dark light and disappeared in Guhu Town.

Dai Ming walked to his sister's carriage, looked back at Guhu Town as if remembering something, and showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth before he stepped up to the carriage.

The moon's shadow slanted eastward, and in the silent night before dawn, a series of coughs suddenly sounded.

"Cough, cough..."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

"cough!"

Ma Xinghua rolled down from the bed. Before she could open her eyes, she felt a mouthful of soft food spurting out of her throat. She felt exhausted all over her body, and there was an itching sensation in her throat. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and saw the whole body

of white catkins.

Could it be that I have been taking care of patients all day and have contracted the disease? Ma Xinghua's heart tightened. White catkins kept spilling out of her mouth. She could only cough out the catkins, otherwise the catkins would block her throat and she would

Suffocated to death.

"Cough, cough!"

Ma Xinghua's hands were weak and he wanted to prop up his body and sit back on the bed, but his hands slipped away again and again. In the end, his strength was almost exhausted and he could only lie on the ground panting.

This time, the disease was so severe that she opened her eyes and looked at the medicine box placed in front of the bed, but she was unable to lift her hands.

The flying catkins flew up like fine snow, and fell down one after another. Unknowingly, it seemed that the moon had appeared, and the moonlight shone, making the white catkins white and beautiful.

Am I going to die?

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

"Boom!"

While her consciousness was blurring, a series of coughs suddenly sounded outside the door, followed immediately by a crash. This ominous crash woke Ma Xinghua, and in a trance, she saw the face of her master Ruan Chudie.

"Get up, the patient is still in front of you, the doctor cannot fall down."

Ma Xinghua slowly clenched her hands and caught a hand full of white catkins. Unknowingly, the white catkins had spread all over the room, as soft as a velvet blanket. She relied on the softness to slowly clasp the gaps in the floor tiles with her hands, gritting her teeth and exerting force.

, finally moved his body to the bedside, raised his arms with difficulty, and hooked the side strap of the medicine box.

"Cough, cough!"

A series of coughs sounded from her throat. Ma Xinghua slung the medicine box on her elbow and moved towards the door again. Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that she was moving more easily.

The door was ajar. Someone opened the door, perhaps asking for help, but fell in front of the door. Ma Xinghua coughed continuously, clasped his fingers on the door panel, and struggled to pull it open.

"Ahem! Que'er...?"

Ma Xinghua's vision was blurred, and flying catkins clung to her eyelashes, but she could still recognize the fallen person.

Du Queer breathed hard, her whole body pale and buried in white catkins. She seemed to feel Ma Xinghua's gaze. She raised her head with difficulty, half of her face was already covered in white catkins.

"Sister, save my aunt..."

The only thing that supported Du Que'er was this sentence. After saying that, she hung her head slumped and lost her breath.

"Ahem, Que'er, Que'er," Ma Xinghua was at a loss and wanted to reach out to hold Du Que'er's face, but his tentacles were all white.

Brush off the white catkins, and it's still white catkins. Half of Duque'er's face seems to be stained by countless white catkins. She is already pale, and the plain clothes on her body are even whiter. Only a piece of black hair flows in the pile of fly catkins, like

A humanoid cotton doll that is only half sewn.

Ma Xinghua finally held Du Queer's face in his arms, and thin strands of white cotton wool connected from the cross section of his neck to Du Queer's peaceful sleeping face.

Half of Duque'er's body turned into flying catkins, and with a slight tug on his head, it was disconnected.

"Cough, cough!"

Ma Xinghua wanted to cry, but all that fell was white catkins. She wanted to call Du Queer's name, but her voice was interrupted by constant coughing.

There must be help. Ma Xinghua muttered silently, almost hypnotically. He turned around to pull the medicine box, but saw that the medicine box was piled among the white catkins.

Her legs had long turned into white catkins, so she felt that it became easier to move her body.

Duque'er's weight gradually disappeared from her arms. She lowered her head and saw that her arms also turned into flying catkins, and Du Que'er's head sank into the soft white catkins and rolled away gently.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Master, Que'er... everyone.

I, let you down.

The last piece of white snow flew down from the corner of his eyes. Ma Xinghua closed his eyes and scattered them among the piles of white catkins.

A breeze blew through the courtyard, picking up a few strands of white snow and floating gently out the door. Sometimes it rose high under the waning moon, sometimes it flew low and flew across the street.

The white catkins piled up in each house seemed unbearable to be lonely. They leaked out from the cracks in the doors and windows, fell to the ground, and were picked up by the wind, slowly overflowing the alleys.

"Woo————"

The clouds and mist on the twelve towering cloud mountains dispersed unknowingly, and a snow-white moon shadow fell down, wailing like a song, floating over Guhu Town, which was Xumu.

The cat's eyes fluttered with light hooves and landed on the roof. It lowered its eyes and looked down at the streets filled with white catkins. Its holey eyes were filled with crystal tears.

It is crying for its aliens and for the death of people.

A figure in the distance flashed, and Fei Han raised his magic weapon to be kind. The glazed mirror in the black stone plate looked at Xu Mu, who was crying. Xu Mu raised his head and whined, trying to escape, but it was too late.

The twelve towering cloud mountains are its domain. When it comes to cry for Guhu Town, it abandons its own safe place. Its eyes turn into a faint light and fall straight into the mirror.

Fei Han turned his hand and put away his kindness, stepped onto the carriage, and said sternly: "Let's go!"

The whip was flying, and the carriage quickly left the twelve towering cloud mountains. In the distance, in Guhu Town, several trading houses lit up their lights. But a ray of light had already appeared on the horizon, and dawn was coming.
Chapter completed!