Chapter 16 Chapter Thirteen

When Luo Zhongxia saw Yan Zheng's face turn red and white, he thought he was pushed back by the little nurse. Although he was worried, he laughed secretly, and joked, "Where's your advanced productivity?" "Let's get down to business first, get down to business first." Yan Zheng forced a smile and didn't fight back, feeling that the turmoil seemed to calm down a bit.Xiaorong glanced at him, as if she had sensed something. Following the guidance of the little nurse, they found the emergency department smoothly.The doctor on duty told them that the emergency records showed that a young man was indeed brought in more than an hour ago, and he looked and dressed as they described.

"Where is he now?" Luo Zhongxia asked. The doctor on duty adjusted his glasses, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Is he your friend?" "...Uh, sort of." "This case is quite special. We have never received such a patient. Now he has been transferred to a special ward, and the vice president and relevant experts have rushed to consult. You can't see him yet." "Then when do we have to wait?" The doctor on duty looked at the exit, and replied in an uncertain tone: "We have to wait until the results of the experts' diagnosis, I don't know when." Luo Zhongxia thought that these experts probably would never have guessed that there is a pen hidden in Zheng He's body now...

Xiaorong asked again, "Where is the special ward?" "Oh, just turn left on the third floor over there, there is only one door, and there is a big sign at the door." "Thank you." After the three of them left the emergency department, Luo Zhongxia asked Xiao Rong what to do next, Xiao Rong pondered for a while, and only said one word: "Wait." The special ward is a small gray building with three floors. It looks unattractive on the outside, but the decoration inside is very delicate. The corridor is covered with thick dark green velvet blankets, and it walks quietly.To say that Zheng He's face is really big, there are many people gathered at the door of the ward where he is, and it is dark.Standing in the center of the crowd were Zheng He's father, Zhao Feibai, and a sobbing middle-aged woman who presumably was his mother.These people stood there in fear and fear, looking at the door of the ward without daring to breathe.

Xiaorong didn't want to disturb them, so the three quietly found a remote corner and sat down on the sofa.This angle is just right to see the movement in the corridor without being noticed.Luo Zhongxia looked at the group of people, and crossed his hands impatiently on his lower abdomen, "I have never understood, why do I have to stay next to the Wuxin Sanzhuo pen? Is that pen good for hitting?" "That's what my grandfather told me." Xiao Rong didn't seem to want to explain too much. "But shall we stay like this forever?" "The time has come, of course I know."

Luo Zhongxia lowered his head as if giving up. During this period of time, his chest was very calm, and the pen spirit remained silent.He was bored, so he had to straighten his body and lean on the sofa in the most comfortable position.It was too quiet here, making him drowsy. Suddenly, Xiaorong said, "Do you feel that something is wrong?" Hearing what she said, Luo Zhongxia straightened up and looked around nervously. As far as he could see, it seemed that Zhuge was hidden on both sides of the deep corridor. home people. "Where is the enemy?" He lowered his voice. "...I mean Yan Zheng."

After being reminded by Xiaorong, Luo Zhongxia remembered that he hadn't heard Yan Zheng's voice for a long time, which was unusual.He turned his gaze and saw that Yan Zheng was crossing his legs, tapping on the armrest of the sofa absently with two fingers of his right hand, the focus of his eyes was not on any point. Just as Luo Zhongxia was about to ask, a nurse hurried over from another direction. She glanced at the three of them and stopped. "Hey, hey? Aren't you the one just now?" The little nurse leaned in front of Yan Zheng, bent down and raised her chin.Yan Zheng glanced at her, and said with a smile, "It's you, what? You came here to find me? It's my honor."

"Bah bah, who came here specifically to find you." The little nurse glared at him, "Isn't it because of you..." Before finishing speaking, another nurse in the distance shouted: "Xiao Zhao, your patient has died. It's been sent to the intensive care unit, and the experts are coming soon, so hurry up." The little nurse agreed, made a face at Yan Zheng, turned around and trotted away, her white clothes fluttering. Yan Zheng looked at her back, slowly raised his right hand to look at her, and let out another long sigh.Luo Zhongxia wondered in his heart, and hurriedly asked him what happened.Yan Zhengdao: "When I was chatting with that little nurse just now, the blanket covered by the patient in the wheelchair fell off. I kindly helped to pick it up, but I accidentally touched his knee with my right hand..."

"and then?" Yan Zheng shook his head: "Then I suddenly felt a rush of heat, like holding freshly soaked instant noodles. I hurriedly withdrew my hand, and my whole body was full of energy and blood, and I almost couldn't stand still." He stretched out his hand to Luo Zhongxia saw that there were slightly burned red marks on all five fingers. "Could it be that the patient is an expert?" Luo Zhongxia asked in surprise.Xiao Rong asked from the side: "Do you feel a bulge in your chest?" Yan Zheng nodded, and Xiao Rong said: "That's it, the pen spirit is in love with the heart, the abnormal movement is obviously from your side."

Luo Zhongxia asked again: "What happened to that patient?" "I don't know, as soon as I felt something was wrong, I left quickly." "...It seems that the power of your pen is really amazing. He was sent to the intensive care unit immediately after being touched lightly." Luo Zhongxia looked at the stairs where the little nurse disappeared just now, with a tone of awe.Yan Zheng looked a little depressed, "Oh, if he dies because of this, wouldn't I become a murderer?" Luo Zhongxia didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted his shoulder and said "Oh".Xiaorong looked at the burn marks on his fingertips, frowned and said, "It seems that your pen spirit is related to Yanghuo." She closed her eyes and thought for a while, but she couldn't think of any pen spirit and fire. Can get involved.

"Like the Pyro in X-MEN?" As Yan Zheng said, he swung his palm forward vigorously, but not even a spark came out.Xiaorong said: "The spirit of the pen and the soul need to be integrated slowly, and it cannot be done overnight." Luo Zhongxia didn't say anything beside him, secretly lucky in his heart that he didn't shake hands with him, otherwise he might be in the special guard. The three sat on the sofa and waited for another three or four hours, and the sky gradually darkened.They saw with their own eyes the group of experts walking out of the ward shaking their heads and following Zheng He's parents.It seems that Zheng He's "condition" has neither worsened nor found fault.The people in the corridor gradually dispersed, leaving only a few nurses going in and out from time to time.

Xiao Rong has cultivated a calm mind since she was a child, and can endure loneliness, but she suffers from Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng.The two of them had no internet access and no manga to read, so they could only keep changing positions and chatting to vent. Around evening, Xiao Rong suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed, and the altar trembled, keenly aware of a special feeling in the air. To be precise, it is a trace of special color. At this time, the setting sun was gone, and the window was facing north again. It was dark outside the window, and the corridor was half-melted into the dark night.But as far as they could see, a few beams of strange-colored light floated on the floor of the corridor.These rays of light are graceful and graceful, like sesame grass, and the strands of light are swaying like deep-sea plants, spreading and growing slowly and steadily, covering half of the corridor in a short while, showing strange colors, neither dark nor bright. Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng also noticed this change, and they all sat up straight with excited faces.Regardless of whether this thing is good or bad, it finally saved them from the boring hell. The three of them stood still, silently watching the lights.Yan Zheng suddenly asked softly, "Lao Luo, how many colors do you think the rainbow has?" "Seven types, red orange yellow green green blue blue purple." Yan Zheng stretched out five fingers: "How can I count, why are there only five types here? And the types are wrong." After being reminded by him, Luo Zhongxia settled down to count, but it didn't happen.The corridor seems to be full of colors, counting carefully, the colors in the strict sense are only red, yellow, and cyan, and there are also two bunches of black and white. The black is pure black, and the white is crystal white, but you can see it all Clearly. "Everyone calm down." Xiaorong said calmly, and at the same time awakened the Yongxu pen, "Five colors blind people, don't be confused." Having said that, Luo and Yan couldn't help but stare at the light that seemed to have life.Yan Zheng still wanted to reach out to touch, but only felt the void.It seems that these rays of light are not things with a substance.A small gust of cold air swirled out of Xiao Rong's body, forming a vortex, which instantly dropped the temperature in this corridor by more than 20 degrees.Although this has no effect on the light, it can somewhat clear the minds of the other two people. The five-color rays of light sometimes scatter and sometimes merge into one place, forming a circle of light around the three people without any hassle. Yan Zheng was the first to react. His eyes were drawn by the light, his head began to swing back and forth with the light, and he unconsciously stood up from the sofa.Immediately, Luo Zhongxia followed closely behind, with his mouth half-opened, and began to dance.Red and cyan quietly wrapped around their bodies from both sides, yellow caressed their chins provocatively, and black and white stood sideways from afar, staring at all this coldly.The yellow light teased for a while, and suddenly caught their heads. For a moment, Yan Zheng saw Haruhi Suzumiya in his eyes, and Matsushima Feng appeared in Luo Zhongxia's eyes. The two showed silly smiles of joy at the same time. "Close your eyes!" Xiao Rong shouted loudly, and at the same time let the surrounding temperature drop by another ten degrees, hoping that the two guys could wake up from their hallucinations.Yan and Luo turned a deaf ear and just laughed foolishly.Those few colors of light swam towards Xiaorong again. A cloud of snow immediately blocked her face, but although the ice and snow were cold, they couldn't block the light.Huang Guang rushed to Xiao Rong's face first, and gently touched her forehead.Xiaorong let out a muffled snort, some thin shadows appeared in front of her eyes, and then disappeared.She is pure-hearted and ascetic, her heart is not as messy as those two guys, Huang Guang is hard to shake. Seeing that Huang Guang couldn't help this indifferent woman, Qing Guang immediately flew up.Xiaorong took a step back, but unfortunately the corridor was too narrow, and was still caught by Qingguang after all. A gigantic black spider appeared in front of Xiaorong. It was so clear that even the mouthparts in front of its mouth and the fluff on its legs could be clearly seen. "what--" The sharp female screams exploded in the corridor, Xiao Ronghua's face paled, her face turned pale and pale, and she could hardly stand up.The ice and snow beside him also crashed to the ground because of the wavering of the master's mind. Little Rong's scream woke up the two old men who were dazed by the 2D and 3D Japanese beauties.The moment Yan Zheng's eyes cleared up, he rushed to Xiaorong with a quick stride based on his intuition, and hugged her who was trembling all over; come by yourself. Luo Zhongxia's Qinglian posthumous pen is a bit like Duan Yu's Six Meridians Excalibur, it can't be sent and received freely, it doesn't work when it's time, and it can't be called out until the critical moment.The situation was dangerous at this time, Luo Zhongxia saw that he couldn't escape the blue light, and in desperation, a pen spewed out from his chest, blooming above his head. Qinglian pen is taken from lotus color, which is the ancestor of cyan color.When the blue light saw the green lotus blooming, it immediately flinched.As soon as the black thread broke, the spider in front of Xiaorong also disappeared.She was still in shock, panting heavily in Yan Zheng's arms. "As expected of Qinglian's posthumous writing." A human voice came from the surrounding darkness, half admiring, half annoyed.The voice was erratic, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction.Luo Zhongxia saw that Qing Guang was frightened away by him just now, and his courage regained his courage, "Since you know how powerful it is, let's go quickly, I don't care about it." The person in the dark chuckled dryly: "Matsushima Feng, tsk tsk, what did you watch in the dormitory, kid?" Luo Zhongxia was so embarrassed that someone broke his privacy, and couldn't help turning into anger, "Bah! Don't slander people!" "Yellow brings lust, cyan brings fear, what you see is the reflection of your heart, where is my slander?" "Since you know Matsushima Kaede, it can be seen that you also read..." Luo Zhongxia wanted to stalk his neck to retort, but Xiaorong stopped him with his hand and motioned him to shut up.Although her face was still pale, her spirit had recovered a little. She settled down, stroked her chest and looked around, and said loudly: "I don't know if it's a five-color pen?" As if to answer her question, the five-color light raised her head like five light snakes, and whispered the letter. "Yongxu Pen, long time no see." The voice in the darkness said. "Is it Jiang Yan or Guo Pu?" The voice in the darkness was silent for a while, and it took half a minute to reply: "You are young, but you have a lot of experience." "you have not answer my question yet." The other party stopped answering, and the five-color light began to hiss forward again.Xiaorong sneered, and in front of him, a wall of ice rose abruptly.This ice wall was condensed by absorbing the moisture in the surrounding air, thin and crystal clear.Seeing that the five colors of light could still pass through the ice wall, Xiaorong covered it with another layer of snowflakes to prevent the light from passing through. Xiaorong knew that this level of defense would not last long, so Yan Zheng quickly retreated.Yan Zheng tried to wave his palm a few more times, but it didn't work. Knowing that he couldn't help at the moment, he had to back away obediently.When he was about to leave, he still yelled into the darkness: "It's not a good habit to avoid answering questions that you hate..." Luo Zhongxia knew that he couldn't escape at this time, he gritted his teeth secretly, mustered up the courage to step forward, and stood side by side with Xiaorong.At this time, the surroundings were already pitch black, and it was impossible to see even the faint light of the ward only tens of meters away.The violent toss and fight just now did not attract the attention of the nurse on duty, apparently separated by the darkness.The opponent deliberately intends to take a home advantage. The ice wall held on for a while, before finally collapsing with a bang.The yellow light and the blue light took the lead, rushing fiercely.Xiaorong has no desires, and Luo Zhongxia's Qinglian is strong, the two of them alternate turns, Huang Guanglai is resisted by Xiaorong; This went on for more than two minutes, and the people in the darkness finally lost their composure.With a whistle, Hong Guang, who had stayed outside the circle, joined the battle group.Xiao Rong glanced sideways, and hurriedly shouted to Luo Zhongxia: "Be careful, red is the color of impotence." "What? Impotence?" Luo Zhongxia's complexion changed drastically when he heard that, and his footsteps were a little chaotic.Red took advantage of the void, and several rays of light almost cut through the neck, and he suddenly felt that the floor under his feet was cracked into a deep ravine, which was bottomless.Red can induce the panic of human beings in a certain environment. Luo Zhongxia was already a little afraid of heights. Being stimulated by this, the two were fighting and could hardly stand up. When Xiao Rong saw it, he waved a lump of ice and smashed it right on Luo Zhongxia's head.He let out a scream, and his body fell sideways, barely avoiding the red light.Luo Zhongxia stood up again, clutching his head, knowing that the red color was more powerful than green and yellow, so he didn't dare to take it lightly. After Qin Yi's battle, he got inspiration and knew that reciting poems is a good way to respond to the spirit of the pen. Qinglian's posthumous pen seems to be able to concretize poems.The current situation is that the other party's red, yellow, and blue colors are entangled. Luo Zhongxia feels that he should also think of a poem with many colors in order to counter it.The plan was made, he raised his hands slightly, recalled Taibai's elegant body, and read aloud: 〖goose, The song item sings to the sky. White hair floating in green water, Anthurium dials the clear wave. 〗 Qinglian's light suddenly dimmed, and the three colors took advantage of the void to enter. "Idiot! That's King Luo Bin's poem!!" Xiaorong resisted the three-color attack with all her strength, turned her head and shouted angrily.Even the people in the dark laughed loudly: "I don't know what kind of person the pen tomb official of Qinglian's posthumous writing is. It turns out that he is just such a fool." "You're not much better." Xiaorong quietly expanded the ice and snow area, while deliberately loudly saying, "It's just an unfinished Jiang Yan pen, so I have the nerve to say it." "Nonsense!" The other party jumped up as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot. "Why don't the black and white colors not move?" "Ignorant boy! What do you know!" The person in the darkness cursed angrily, but the two beams of black and white beams remained motionless, showing no signs of attack. "If you don't want to admit it, let's take a look." Xiaorong said lightly, her calm attitude made the counterattack more powerful, and the other party was furious, but there was no substantive counterattack. Banyan wins. "Come out!" The voice was loud, but there was an unconcealable sense of frustration.At this time, four Yingtong suddenly appeared in the four corners of the corridor, and they bullied each other dumbly.There is a shiny slit on their four foreheads, and their complexions are pale blue. "I can't do enough, so I have to use some pens to make up the number?" Xiaorong said that she had the best advantage, but she knew that the situation was getting worse.The red, yellow, and blue colors in the five-color pen can confuse people's hearts, but they have no physical damage ability. The functions of black and white are unknown. The real final physical attack still needs to be made by other people. That's why the four Ying Tong appeared just right. Xiaorong was entangled by the three colors, and couldn't get away for a while; Luo Zhongxia hadn't figured out the details of Qinglian's posthumous writings, and just hit by accident, and didn't know how to deal with this situation.Now with the addition of four Yingtongs, it can be said to make things worse. "Smelly girl, you are not allowed to say such things that I cannot refute in the future!" As soon as the words were finished, the four young boys split up and attacked together, with an incomparable tacit understanding.Luo Zhongxia's mind was totally messed up by Xiaorong's drink just now, let alone reciting any poems, so he could barely escape by relying on Qinglian's posthumous writing. Yan Zheng beside him was circling in a hurry, waving his palms desperately, chanting mantras and gestures, his blood was surging with anxiety but he couldn't vent it.His whole body was now reddened with stuffiness, like a boiled hairy crab, but he couldn't let out even the slightest bit of flame. "Damn...if they can set off fire, what are these guys who turned into brushes into?" Yan Zheng talked to himself, rubbed his fingers together, and suddenly heard a hula, and the palms of his hands were suddenly covered with a layer of red light. "Haha, drilling wood to make fire, it's done!" He was overjoyed, turned his head quickly, and saw two people of three colors and four young children fighting fiercely, he couldn't help but put on a pose, "Now is the time for Yan Zheng, the envoy of justice!" With this pair of flaming fleshy palms, Yan Zheng felt that dealing with those pen boys would be effortless.With a thought in his mind, the unknown writing brush in his chest responded immediately, and sent more red flames to his palms, which made him even more confident. At this moment, Luo Zhongxia, who was hiding in Tibet, was breathless for a while, and was slapped on the back by the bamboo palm of a pen boy.He only heard the sound of cracking bones, and he flew out in the air, flying straight to the direction where Yan Zheng was.When Yan Zheng saw it, he forgot about his hands in a hurry, and subconsciously went to pick it up. Luo Zhongxia's body fell heavily, pressing on his ten fingers that were burning with flames. A male scream cut through the corridor.