Chapter 15: The demon who pulls infinite hatred (7)
All she could do was to relieve his pain and survive the night. Another attack would be next month.
"Death, you go look for it in the mountains over there. Find two old graves that are over a hundred years old and stick the talisman on the graves. The soul must be reincarnated at least a hundred years ago. Leaving a dead skeleton for borrowing is nothing.
It's a bad thing." Qianye said, found two pairs of chopsticks, picked up the talisman and handed it to Shu. Ghosts cannot touch any talisman, and ghosts are no exception.
It was rare for Death to smile, "You are still smart."
Qianye raised his head in great relief, "How can I protect a stupid ghost like you if I'm not smart? Go and come back quickly."
"yes."
He left in a hurry, leaving only Wu Zhou's tightly suppressed shallow breathing in the empty room. He couldn't hear it when it was busy, but it was especially clear in the silence of the night.
Qianye held the talisman paper between his two fingers, muttered something in his mouth, flicked his wrist, and the talisman paper slowly ignited spontaneously.
He put the ashes into the water glass, shook it, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
At some point, a snow-white tail hung down from Wu Zhou's waist, wrapping and half-covering the wound in his abdomen that was still bleeding. His long, fluffy white hair trembled slightly.
His fingers grasped his arms tightly, digging out several bloody traces, but he seemed to have no strength to struggle anymore.
It stands to reason that the Bone-Eating Curse can make the most fearless person scream, and the strongest person can't help but roll around and want to rub off his skin.
But his body remained motionless, maintaining a curled-up posture, and his breath seemed to be absent, as if he was asleep or dead.
"It seems... you are really a squeamish fox demon. The Bone-Eating Curse can kill you." Qianye sighed and shook his head, and helped Wu Zhou up, who had become light and airy after applying the Light Body Talisman.
She pinched his neck and asked him to raise his head, then handed the cup of talisman water melted with ashes to his mouth, "Drink it, it won't hurt so much after you drink it."
Wu Zhou slowly opened his eyes, a hint of vigilance flashed in his pain-filled gray eyes. Suddenly, his long tail swept, and the tip of its tail was drawn towards Qianye's hand.
Qianye dodged in a hurry and almost had the water glass in his hand knocked away. She looked at him with a frown and pushed the edge of the water glass into his lips, "Stupid fox, drink! There are two withered bones outside for you.
Share the burden, if you still don’t believe it, I’ll ask Shi to dig up those two bones and put them in front of you?”
Wu Zhou turned his head vigorously, panting and said lightly: "It's a waste of effort."
The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his pale cheeks, and his eyes could not stop trembling with pain. Even if he was holding him up, he could feel his body tightening in pain.
Qianye just didn't understand. He had seen all kinds of monsters, but he had never seen one so ignorant.
"There are many ways to force people to drink, including prying their teeth, pinching their noses, pinching their throats...which one do you choose?" Qianye was so stubborn that he turned Wu Zhou's head over and pushed the water cup into his lips.
A red light flashed in the water cup, and it seemed that Shi had found a century-old skeleton. As a ghost, he might not be able to help much in subduing demons, but he was still absolutely safe in doing things.
Wu Zhou didn't seem to be grateful, but he was forced to hesitate for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.
The thin pale green lips trembled, teeth clattered on the edge of the cup, and the throat rolled hard, and he drank the talisman water in one gulp.
Then, another burst of red light flashed across his body, and the strange patterns between his eyebrows became lighter.
Wu Zhou's eyebrows slowly relaxed, and his breathing became much easier.
But there is a sentence that keeps echoing in my mind, no one dares to save you without daylight... no one dares to save you...
But, is there really such a person who dares to persecute him and dare to...save him?