Chapter 175 Chapter 8 Reborn

Zhuoma Yangjin was crying and pinching me in vain. If I had the strength, I would kill her too.What the hell did she do to me!But he still didn't have the energy to speak, and the little bug seemed to have spread into his brain, in his scalp, under his hair, and in his brain. I couldn't speak at all, I looked at Zhuoma Yangjin sadly, I just begged her to give me a good time, I don't care about anything else, now she kills me, it is the best way for me. Zhuoma Yangjin continued to cry. "Princess, Princess!" Someone knocked on the door suddenly, that's all right now, as soon as Zhuoma Yangjin went to open the door, I just got up and hit the wall, maybe it would be much better to knock my head away.

Dolma Yangjin immediately stopped crying when he heard the words, and asked Wangmu what happened. Wangmu outside the door was talking nonsense, and then asked if there was something wrong with me, and reminded to let some blood out first, and asked her to take it out to find someone to see what was going on. Hearing the word "bloodletting", as if I was being amnesty, I hurriedly shouted for Zhuoma Yangjin to bring the knife. Zhuoma Yangjin calmed down a little, took out the small Tibetan knife that he carried with him, grabbed my arm, and swipe it up casually, a burst of cold blades slashed across the skin. down. "One more knife." I said to her.

Zhuoma Yangjin looked at me tearfully, and Wangmu urged from outside the door: "Hurry up and give me his blood sample." She immediately jumped out of bed and found a white towel to wipe all the blood on my arm Then he opened the door a small gap, passed it to Wangmu through the gap, and immediately closed the door.Then came the sound of Wangmo's hurried footsteps. In just a few seconds, something seemed wrong again, and the tingling feeling was about to move again, showing signs of attack. "Yang Jin, come on, give me another knife!" Taking advantage of my strength, I pinched myself hard.

Zhuoma Yangjin's face was pale, and she frantically searched for something in her big bag. She dropped the bottles and jars on the table, knife!I want a knife!Not these, or you can smash the bottle and give it to me! "I found it, I found it." Zhuoma Yangjin cried and laughed, and came over with a small gray-green porcelain bottle, pulled out a long and thin thing from it, lit it under my nose and smoked it a few times, a smell that said no The coolness that came out went straight from the nose to the heart and brain, and the whole person felt much better immediately, and the tingling feeling that was about to move was immediately suppressed.However, I can't rest assured at all, and my intuition tells myself that they may happen again at any time.

Zhuoma Yangjin saw that I had calmed down, and she didn't cry so miserably, sobbing, "Luo Lian, what should I do? I'm afraid something will happen to you... But at this point, I have to... I... " I ignored her, I had to check the injury on my arm first, the wound was not deep, but it was not very shallow, but after just a while, it stopped bleeding, and a dark red blood scab had already formed. "Forget it... let's see what's going on with my arm first." I said weakly, a sense of intuition told me that it had something to do with something in my body, and that thing had something to do with the blood spring.Very clear intuition, no reason, at most I have only seen these blood springs beforehand, but as for what it is, I don't know anything.But now, how come there is such a clear intuition?

Zhuoma Yangjin looked at my wound and touched it carefully with his fingers. I just felt numb at the wound, neither painful nor itchy, and I had no other sensations. The mind is extremely clear, and one can even feel that there are countless machines running in the whole brain in an orderly manner.Then draw a conclusion first: Zhuoma Yangjin doesn't seem like a cat crying for a mouse, and he really has difficulties.Although I already had some trust in her, it was obvious now that she really wasn't using me this time. I looked at the wound, and then at Zhuoma Yangjin, "Yangjin, what do you have to do? You have to find out what's in my head, right? Is it related to the blood spring water? There doesn't seem to be any of them similar to doctors. A 'person' like Tsering, I think, maybe my body is not as bad as you think...don't cry, don't cry."

Zhuoma Yangjin looked at me with a worried face, and tears fell silently on my hands. She said sadly: "Luo Lian, I'm sorry for you. Now, at this point, I dare not go Let’s continue, we can only wait for the High Priest to come over.” It doesn't matter, just wait, anyway, my brain is very good now, and I just took the opportunity to sort out everything, so I smiled and said it didn't matter.But Zhuoma Yangjin still kept crying, always saying that I was worried that after the things in my body came out, I would not know her anymore.My brain was running at high speed, but my body didn't have much strength. I even struggled to open my mouth, and I couldn't comfort her that it wasn't as bad as she thought.

After a while, Wangmu knocked on the door again, asking what happened and if she could help.Zhuoma Yangjin immediately replied calmly that no, and told her to just pay attention to the news from the High Priest and invite him over as soon as possible. Wang Mu stepped back.The footsteps of thump, thump, thump, thud, are so clear that I can even hear that every three steps she takes, the foot will be heavy again... It's a strange feeling, my head can't be controlled by myself, but these messages popped up for no reason. Seeing that I had stopped, Zhuoma Yangjin went to rummage through her bottles and jars. After searching for a long time, she finally found a small porcelain bottle with gold and red background, but it was only the size of a thumb.Take it over and sit next to me, staring blankly at the small bottle, after a while, sighed, put it back again, and said, "Luo Lian, I really don't dare to act rashly, I'm afraid that something will happen to you... Wait for the big sacrifice first." Master, come here. Hey... I don't know what the old man will think, but for an outsider like you, I actually ordered him to come all the way to Linzhi. Hey..." She kept sighing, which made me upset.

From time to time, Wangmo came up to report the movements of Lao Li, Bashiqi, and the high priest, using code words, but what Zhuoma Yangjin avoided was outsiders, not me.She told me exactly what Wangmo said. Lao Li, Bashiqi and the others stayed in the house and didn't go anywhere.Those gringos who watched us have been perfectly dealt with by Forty-Three Callers. It stands to reason that we should be relaxed now.But Bashiqi was fidgeting and kept asking Wangmo to come up and ask me about my situation.Every time Wangmo came to ask, Zhuoma Yangjin impatiently told them to wait.Wangmo returned respectfully.

I'm also a little impatient, the high priest is coming, when will he come!And there is always an answer in my heart, but when I think about it carefully, I can't figure out the specific clues, such as why those monsters appeared under the Guge ruins, why there are so many people in white robes under the entire Fuxian Lake, and what are they? Origin... These questions seem to already know the answer, but unfortunately they can't say it. Although Zhuoma Yangjin was crying and worrying, he remained calm.However, after ten o'clock in the evening, she finally couldn't sit still, and asked me: "Luo Lian, if the high priest came from the secret road where I came to Nyingchi, he should be coming to Nyingchi by now. Call me back!" She sat on the other side of the bed, a little far away from me.I am afraid of causing unnecessary (mainly certain) misunderstandings to me, but I am also worried about me, so I have to look at it.

The bedside lamp ambiguously hit Zhuoma Yangjin's face, softening her facial contours, and even her hair seemed to refuse to welcome back.I couldn't help but feel a little excited. "Yangjin...I..." I played a small game, stiffened my head, and said, "My neck hurts." Sure enough, she immediately ran over, picked up my head, squeezed my neck lightly, and said, "Does it hurt a lot?" My face turned slightly, just touching the softness of her chest, "Hmm... It hurts..." He said so, but his heart was full of joy. Zhuoma Yangjin didn't find out about my trick, and still squeezed my neck lightly for me, and said worriedly: "You've been lying motionless for a day, hey... If it's a lifetime, then..." I was just about to say to ignore him and enjoy the temporary tenderness first, but damn Wangmo came to knock on the door again, saying that something serious happened, the high priest asked someone to stop him on the way. Hearing this, Zhuoma Yangjin let go of the hand holding my head, and my head immediately hit the bed, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't breathe. "Who has the courage to stop the high priest back?" Zhuoma Yangjin said after a long time, "Are you a dead person? Could it be that such a big thing happened, you wouldn't send someone to stop it? You know that I can't leave him One step, you can't do this thing?" Wangmu dared not speak outside the door, Zhuoma Yangjin lost his temper and looked at me anxiously, "What to do, I can't leave, this door can't even be opened, Luo Lian, the high priest can't come." Wangmu was urging her again, saying that she dared not go back without authorization to alarm the high priest, and that Zhuoma Yangjin had to go in person. I could only say: "Then you go back, I still have Li Zeng and the others, everything will be fine." Zhuoma Yangjin looked at me and said, "Do you think you are still a normal person now? You are as fragile as a baby now. The strong light and a little bit of cold wind outside can kill you. Otherwise, why would I Keep the door closed and the curtains drawn?" A gust of cold air rushed up from the vest, why... how could this happen? "I..." My mind was still running at high speed, thinking about the authenticity of what she said—it seemed to be true, but I was still worried, "I..." I barely grabbed Zhuoma Yangjin's hand, somehow Say what. Zhuoma Yangjin calmed down quickly, and told Wangmu not to worry about anything else, but to invite the high priest to come and talk about it first. Wang Mu reminded her: "The high priest is extremely intelligent, and there are so many people protecting him. No matter how he stops him, he must be a ruthless character." Zhuoma Yangjin bowed his head and pondered for a long time, as if he was sinking, he said, "Then you go to Bashiqi and say that I begged him to fetch the high priest." Wang Mu exclaimed: "Princess, you are crazy! How can he go to see the high priest! That is our palace, what is he eighty-seven!" As soon as she finished speaking, the eighty-seven voice sounded, and it was still an honest small businessman's laughter: "I'm nothing, but... the person you are looking for, he is here."