As soon as I walked in, I was slightly surprised to see that An Qi and Aunt Xinyun were both there. Is this a plan to set up camp at our house?
My sister-in-law walked up to me worriedly: "Qiaoqiao, hurry up and take a look upstairs. Don't you understand this too? I think it's useless for your brother-in-law to pick up Xiaojing's middle finger with a red chopstick."
Ah, Xiao Jing is getting more and more serious as I watch."
I nodded and followed my sister-in-law directly upstairs. Tong Anqi on the side saw that my sister-in-law and I were walking upstairs in a hurry, so she looked at Auntie Xinyun: "Mom! I also want to go upstairs to see big brother! Let me go up.
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Aunt Xinyun rolled her eyes at her: "Just wait downstairs for me. If you don't know anything, go up and cause trouble. Don't try to blackmail you if something happens."
Although the sound was not loud, we still heard it.
"Sister! Why are you talking? What can happen to Xiao Jing!"
Auntie Xinyun immediately became angry and stared at Auntie Xinyun while looking at the handrail of the stairs and said.
I was really anxious to see Zhuo Jing's situation and didn't bother to talk to Aunt Xinyun. I ran directly in front of Auntie and went straight to the second floor.
"Zhuo Jing..."
The door to my bedroom on the second floor was open. As soon as I ran to the door, I was stunned.
Zhuo Jing was lying on my bed, his face was red, his mouth was slightly open, he was having difficulty breathing, and there was a red mark on his neck. My brother-in-law was sitting by the bed, sweating profusely, holding his middle finger with red chopsticks.
, heard my voice and turned around: "Qiaoqiao, are you back?!"
I took a closer look and saw that the marks on Zhuo Jing's neck were flickering. When my brother-in-law pinched hard with red chopsticks, the marks would become lighter. But as soon as my brother-in-law relaxed, the marks would disappear.
Then it became heavier, and Zhuo Jing's chest would immediately sag, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore, as if someone was holding some rope and strangling Zhuo Jing's neck.
"What's going on?" Looking at the sweat on Zhuo Jing's head, I felt like my heart ached.
The brother-in-law increased the strength of the red chopsticks to make Zhuo Jing exhale, while shaking his head: "I don't know, I heard from the soul that he was out of breath at your door. I will help him when I come here."
He's gone upstairs, he hasn't been like this for a long time, don't worry too much, I'm insisting, my eldest brother has contacted a gentleman named Sun, and he is driving this way now."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked at Zhuo Jing's appearance, and my heart tightened. It must have something to do with that seductress!
"Zhuo Qilin..."
I called Zhuo Jing's name and got up to go to old Xian'er's house to burn incense. I couldn't just sit there and wait for death. I had to ask Xian'er to go and show Zhuo Jing.
As soon as my wrist tightened, I turned my face and was stunned. Zhuo Jing actually reached out and grabbed me.
"Zhuo Jing, can you hear us?! Zhuo Jing!"
Zhuo Jing's hand tightly grasped my wrist, his mouth was open, and he struggled to spit out a few words.
"Someone... pinched... me..."
I felt a pain in my heart, and looked at the sweat on his head, "It's okay, just hold on for a while, I'm here, no one dares to pinch you anymore, I will go to offer incense to Xian'er right away, please be obedient, you
Let go of my hand first."
As I said that, I stretched out my other hand to wipe his sweat. The cut on my middle finger touched his wet forehead and was stung by the sweat. I couldn't help but hissed. The blood that I hadn't wiped off my hand also got on his forehead.
, seeing this, I quickly reached for the tissue on the bedside table and pulled it out. Just as I was about to get up, I heard Zhuo Jing exhale a long breath, and his reddened face gradually began to normalize.
The brother-in-law was stunned and looked at the red chopsticks in his hand: "Qiao Qiao, is this the function of the chopsticks or yours..."
I was also a little confused. I looked at the dried blood on my middle finger and suddenly thought of something. I glanced at my brother-in-law and said, "Brother-in-law, please go out first. I think I know how to break this for Zhuo Jing."
"you sure?"
I looked at my uncle: "Since Mr. Sun has to wait a while to arrive, why not let me give it a try. I think I can do it."
The brother-in-law took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the door. If Qilin is out of breath, just use red chopsticks. Wait another half hour, and I think Mr. Sun will be here."
I hummed, and as soon as my brother-in-law went out and closed the door, I bit my middle finger. This was really the first time that I had spoken so hard. I was so anxious at the time that I couldn't care about anything else.
Already.
The blood that had stopped flowed out again immediately, leaving a salty and fishy taste in his mouth.
I stretched out my middle finger and pressed it on Zhuo Jing's forehead. The strange thing was that the blood on my fingertip did not flow out everywhere, but formed a blood mark at the position where I pressed it. Then, Zhuo Jing's breathing slowly
It began to return to normal, and the red marks on my neck gradually disappeared. My wrists relaxed. I looked over and saw that he was lying there as if he was asleep, and there was nothing abnormal at all.
I let out a gentle breath. It seems that my blood can not only be used as a talisman to ward off evil spirits, but also help Zhuo Jing. This is really an unexpected surprise.
Seeing that he was okay, I took out a piece of paper towel and slowly wrapped it around my middle finger. I pulled the quilt and covered him gently. No wonder the seductress didn't let me come back. He was afraid that my blood could save Zhuo Jing.
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But the question is how could Zhuo Jing be her enemy? According to Aunt Xuemei's age, her sister should be a little older than her. She should be Zhuo Jing's elder. What does her death have to do with Zhuo Jing?
It's a relationship.
Just as I was thinking about it, a shouting voice came from outside the door. I frowned. It was Tong Anqi.
"Uncle! Just let me go in and take a look! Sister Qiaoqiao is inside, isn't she? Why can she come in and I can't?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and An Qi ran in with a anxious look. She grabbed Zhuo Jing's hand and cried loudly: "Brother, I'm worried to death. It's all my mother's fault."
Okay, she won’t let me come up because she’s afraid I’ll cause trouble for you, so wake up!”
When I saw her like that, I immediately felt angry. Of course I didn't want others to touch what I liked, but looking at her brother-in-law behind her, I could only grit my teeth and endure it.
The brother-in-law followed An Qi and glanced at Zhuo Jing, who was lying on the bed and his face had returned to normal. His eyes were full of surprise: "Is everything okay?"
I nodded: "It's okay."
The brother-in-law took a few steps closer with excitement on his face, looked at Zhuo Jing's neck emphatically, and kept nodding: "No, it seems really good, Qiao Qiao, how did you do it?"
I gently twitched the corner of my mouth: "Use my blood."
"Your blood?"
My brother-in-law looked at me in disbelief: "This is the first time I've heard that blood can be used to cure Qilin of evil diseases. Qiaoqiao, please wait. Mr. Nan said that he will be more careful next time he comes over.
Let me show you, maybe it’s you, otherwise, how could your blood save Xiaojing’s life!”
I was just about to speak and explain to my brother-in-law that my blood can be used as talismans since I was a child, and that I had used Fengxia before, but An Qi sniffed and stood up from Zhuo Jing's bed, looking at my brother-in-law: "Little
Uncle, that’s not Sister Qiaoqiao’s blood, that’s my blood.” (To be continued)