Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Scars

The rich smell of ambergris filled the dark room, Youcao stood behind the screen, and heard the intermittent sound of water in the agarwood bathtub. The young master is a clean freak... Every time before killing someone, bathing and incense are essential. This time, he washed for a long time. ——Does that also mean that the person to be killed this time is extremely difficult? "Youcao." When she was staring at the full moon gradually sinking out of the window, she suddenly heard the sound of "crashing" water, it seemed that the young master had finished bathing, stood up from the water, and called her.

She quickly turned out from behind the screen, shook off the pajamas, and put them on him from behind. It was strange, even though he had just bathed in hot water, the young master's skin was still damp and cold. As usual, wrapped the white silk gown around his body, under the faint moonlight, Youcao subconsciously reached out and pulled the wrinkled clothes on his shoulders. Her hand stopped suddenly, that scar...she touched that scar again! I remember when I first came here to serve the young master two years ago, I accidentally touched the strange scar under the left shoulder for the first time. Before I understood what was going on, the young master's sword had already scratched the skin on her throat!

That time, he almost killed her. However, this time, she was a little at a loss, but only heard the young master sighed suddenly, and then slowly pulled down the long white silk gown that he had just put on, raised his hand back over his shoulder, and stroked the strange scar. Youcao was stunned for an instant - this time, she saw clearly!That scar... more than one. Below the left and right shoulder blades, there is a black wound the size of a fingernail. Although it has just been scrubbed with a bath towel, there is still a black rancid liquid oozing thinly!In the depth of the scar, there are vaguely visible bones.

"Young master!" She couldn't help exclaiming, serving the young master for nearly two years, as a personal maid, she didn't even know that the master had such an injury! Such an ugly and dirty wound was actually on such a person who loves cleanliness so much. She took the silk and was about to wipe the wound on her back, but she saw the young master crossed his hands over his shoulders, covering the wound with his fingers, and his long black and wet hair fell down, covering his pale skin. In the dead silent night, Xie Shaoyuan stood with his back to her like this, his whole body began to tremble slightly.

Youcao didn't know what to say, but saw that in the darkness, the always weird and rebellious young master turned his hand like crazy, and used his fingers to ruthlessly tear the two wounds on his shoulder and back! "Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thereforehhhhhh")."Almost crazily destroying his body, his hand suddenly stretched out to the famous sword on the table: Bingxuecut.

"Young master! Young master?" Youcao panicked, didn't have time to think, rushed forward, and grabbed the half-unsheathed ice and snow blade with her bare hands!The faint moonlight shining in from the window reflected the almost distorted face of the person in front of him - the way he looked up at her was no longer owned by a "person"! Every time, when the young master showed such eyes, someone would be nailed to the wall of this room.Surely, someone will die. She subconsciously began to shrink back, step by step to the door. "Ah!" All of a sudden, she felt light all over her body, her throat was sore, and she didn't even have time to let out a half-cry, when her neck was suddenly caught!Her pale fingers gradually tightened, and she opened her mouth wide to breathe—sister!elder sister! ...

Deep in her heart, she suddenly couldn't help crying out in despair, her mind gradually blurred. "What are you doing, Yuan'er?" Suddenly, struggling desperately, she heard the voice of another person at the door of the room, and then, as if struck by lightning, the hand that grabbed her instantly became weak. The old pavilion master... The old pavilion master is here. Half unconscious, she sighed with relief in her heart. "I, I..." Suddenly, I heard the voice of him kneeling heavily on the ground, the voice was still full of vigorous struggle and residual wildness, and then, that almost crazy voice suddenly gave out a strange distortion—fainted It took her a long time to wake up in a daze, then, that turned out to be...

sobbing! Little Lord?Little Lord! Subconsciously, she thought about going to him, but she couldn't move her body. In the past two years, she had never imagined that the cold and aggressive person beside her would kneel on the ground and cry bitterly. For a long time, she even thought that apart from killing and silence, nothing else would happen to this person. "Don't be like this... Yuan'er. You know, there is no other way..." In the silence, the voice of the old pavilion master came, a little compassionate.Suddenly, the sobbing voice suddenly lost control, and the crying was close to madness.

"Why?...Why didn't you let me die at that time?!" "Father and mother are human beings too! Yuan'er...Could it be that you want father to kill his own son with his own hands?" On weekdays, the voice of the old Pavilion Master, who was always unpredictable, also began to choke.Suddenly, he sighed and said—— "Don't worry, Yuan'er—the doctor said, since the medicine has been implanted into the bone, if you keep taking the 'Burning Heart Pill', you can survive." "Although you were born with this strange disease, according to this prescription, you can live longer than ordinary people..."

"—I'm going crazy!" Suddenly, the young master who was kneeling on the ground hissed like an explosion—— "I hate the moon! Every time the moon is full, the blood in my body will be on fire!" "The medicine forced me to kill people! I have to kill!" His eyes shone brightly behind his loose long hair, like a ghost, the young master of the Tripod Sword Pavilion suddenly went crazy, and he used his fingers to pick the hair on his shoulders. Two wounds— "What medicine? What medicine is in there!" Black and red blood trickled down his pale fingers.

She on the ground had just breathed a sigh of relief, but was terrified by the situation in front of her. "Don't be like this, don't be like this...you will die if you don't take the medicine!" The old pavilion master seemed to bend down, comforting his son, "Those people are just servants like stupid pigs, what's the big deal about killing a few What?" Youcao was stunned—the old pavilion master who was usually majestic and kind, but his eyes were like demons! "Father, father! What's wrong with elder brother? Is he sick again?" Outside the door, it seemed that he was startled by the screaming of the young master just now. Called: "May I come in?" "No! I told you that you are not allowed to enter your brother's room! Get out of here! Don't get close!" Uncharacteristically, the old pavilion master had such a stern tone to scold the youngest son who had always been very doting. He stroked his son's long black hair with his hand back, took out a medicine bottle from his arms with the other hand, poured some red powder out, and sprinkled it on the two wounds on Shaoyuan's shoulder and back.Then, put a black pill into his son's mouth. As if with magical power, the young master who was on the verge of madness suddenly calmed down gradually. "Yuan'er, since you don't want to kill those servants, then go and kill Fang Tianlan this time... People like him are indeed my son's few worthy opponents in the world!" "Fang Tianlan? Turning clouds and raining hands?... Ha, ha... Very good, I will nail him to death with a sword on the plaque of 'No. 1 in the world' at the door of his house!" Like countless times before, without asking why, gradually The young master, who had calmed down, pulled the blood-stained white robe over his shoulders to cover the two terrifying scars, and smiled coldly. Like a grim smile on the side of a madman. At last the room was silent again. "Yuan'er's illness is getting worse...I'm afraid that one day, he will deny his relatives." Muttering, looking at his son who fell into a coma under the effect of the medicine, the old pavilion master cast his eyes on Youcao who was stunned to the side , suddenly ordered sternly: "Tonight, you didn't hear anything, you didn't see anything—you know?" "...Yes. The servant girl didn't see anything." Still bowing her head, she replied docilely. "Take good care of the young master... remember what happened to your sister!" Opening the door, the old pavilion master who was about to go out suddenly turned around and said this meaningful sentence. She was holding a soft pillow, and wanted to put it under the sleepy young master's neck, when she heard those words, her hands trembled, and the pillow fell down with a "snap".His face was as pale as death. "Father, elder brother..." outside the door, the anxious Second Young Master Shaoqing asked as soon as his father came out. "It's okay...you are not allowed to come here again! Do you understand? You are not allowed to enter this yard!" an extremely stern voice. Shaoqing's voice was a little puzzled and aggrieved: "Why? Brother is obviously sick!" "Because your elder brother is not the same person as you! Don't mess with him, you know?!" The voice gradually faded away. You Cao didn't say anything more, just slowly bent down, and gently covered the sleeping person with a lotus-colored mattress. For some reason, suddenly, her tears fell on his face.