Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 123

After autumn, it becomes a bit cool at night, and places like hospitals often feel even lower.

It was fine in the corridor before because there was no wind. But now that he was outside and the evening breeze was blowing, Li Zhuiyuan took out the thin jacket from his backpack and put it on.

Everyone's bag is filled with specific supplies and equipment. In the past summer, even after wading through the river, we didn't feel that cold, so this thin jacket was always kept at the bottom and never worn.

When I was zipping it up, I found it was broken and I couldn't pull it up no matter how hard I tried.

If he were in my hometown, my great grandfather would take out a candle and wipe it.

The old man just watched a young man zipping his pants with his head down as he walked towards him step by step.

Before, he was proud and arrogant, but at this moment, he only felt his eyelids began to twitch unconsciously.

The person who casts the curse makes a living from this, so he is naturally more sensitive in this regard.

In fact, even if we leave this aside, in the current scenario, there are probably only two possibilities left:

Either the young man in front of him was a madman, or his previous actions were like what a madman would do.

The old man swallowed with some difficulty and swung the stick in his hand backwards three times.

The girl who had just entered the ward stopped there, standing opposite Tan Wenbin, who had already gone to the underworld and was holding talismans in both hands.

The old man inserted the wooden stick into his waist, held it up with one hand, clenched his right fist and tapped his thumb forward:

"The fortune-telling shows the good and bad luck, and the West Mountain follows Yao's stone table Zhao.

I don’t know which path my friend is on.”

Li Zhuiyuan gave up the fight against the zipper.

He raised his head and looked at the old man who was questioning him: "Sit down at Nantong Haohe Wharf, corpse recovery Li."

"My friend, please don't joke around. I have heard about the things in the martial arts world, but I have never heard of this Nantong corpse-recovering Li."

"Well, that's normal."

"Could it be that my friend's master is living in seclusion in Nantong?"

“Because I just made this up today.”

The old man's eyes fixed. Even a clay man has his own temperament. He was teased repeatedly by a young boy at his old age, and he could no longer suppress his anger.

The old man pulled out the wooden stick again. He wanted to take action, but he was very afraid, because he knew that if he hit him with the stick, there would be no room for maneuver.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hands in his coat pockets, looked at him calmly, and said:

"Don't dream. There is no turning back."

The old man's chest heaved. If the other person who came today was an adult or an old man, holding a Yellow River shovel and carrying a frame like himself, he thought he could still do whatever he wanted today.

But the boy's appearance, temperament and aura made him start to sweat on his forehead.

"My friend, since it's just a misunderstanding between the younger generation, can't we just talk it out? Is it necessary to completely tear each other apart? It's not worth it, don't you think?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You don't have the face to do that in front of me."

The old man gritted his teeth and leaned forward. His originally skinny body burst out with rapid momentum. In the blink of an eye, he appeared one meter in front of Li Zhuiyuan, holding the stick in his hand sideways, and was about to hit the boy's head.

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan's lips.

The reason why he just stood there and kept provoking the old man to take action first was to make things completely thorough.

Because what he wanted to do was not only to kill the old man who cast the curse on Zhao Mengyao, he wanted to wipe out the entire Zhao family of Shizhuo.

He didn't know how many people there were in the Shizhuo Zhao family, whether it was a small family or a large clan, so to be on the safe side, he had to do enough foreplay.

Let the Heaven see clearly: Look, they were the ones who took action first time and again, and I had no choice but to kill his entire family.

It's nothing more than a little more effort. It would be really not worth it if the family's fortunes declined because of the karma.

"boom!"

A trident held up the wooden stick.

Lin Shuyou opened his face, revealed an exaggerated smile, and glanced at the old man.

"Official...official commander?"

The old man recognized the leader of the officers and generals. Although this faction had only been around for a short time, it was famous for its unusually tough style.

Lin Shuyou raised one arm, and the old man retreated "dengdengdeng" continuously.

Then, Lin Shuyou stood in front of Li Zhuiyuan, turned his head slightly, and looked at the boy behind him: "Heh, aren't you afraid that I will be too late?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You have split personality, not intellectual disability."

"You know, I really don't like your condescending tone of voice."

"If you don't accept it, hold it in."

“Puff…Puff…”

Two wisps of white air came out of Lin Shuyou's nostrils.

Li Zhuiyuan was willing to say a few more words and show a little more patience to Lin Shuyou when he was not angry. But when this guy was angry, he became stubborn and the better the attitude he got, the more arrogant he would become.

The old man picked up the wooden stick and swung it forward. A small rattle was hooked on the stick. As the tip of the stick shook, the rattle made a crisp sound.

A wisp of black smoke rose from the front, and a little girl wearing a lotus robe and covered in purple was squatting on the ground. She raised her head and smiled, with her fangs hooked and sticking out of her lips.

Lin Shuyou took a step across with one leg, raised the trident high in his right hand, and stroked the air in front of his face with his left hand.

"Exorcist and defender of the Way, only kill, not save~"

In an instant, Lin Shuyou's entire temperament changed, and the White Crane Boy descended.

The trident flipped over, with the tip pointed at Li Zhuiyuan behind him.

The White Crane Boy tilted his head slightly, revealing murderous intent.

Li Zhuiyuan and Baihe Tongzi have a grudge against each other.

The last time, on the riverbank outside the school infirmary, White Crane Boy showed his murderous intent towards him.

Because Li Zhuiyuan planned to sign a new labor contract with him.

But when it comes down to it, everyone is nominally holding a job with the word "right path" printed on it.

Therefore, no matter how much trouble there is between the two, it is still an internal conflict within the righteous path.

Li Zhuiyuan: "They are a pair of sisters, living people transformed into cursed objects."

The trident flipped again, with the tip pointing forward.

Li Zhuiyuan was not panicked at all. In this situation, if the White Crane Boy did not attack the old man first but attacked himself first, it would be equivalent to completely denying his previous route and directly falling back from a Yin God to a Ghost King.

He couldn't bear to do that.

The White Crane Boy took a step forward, and after three steps, his figure flickered in the corridor in the night.

The old man poked forward with his wooden stick, and the purple girl jumped up like a monkey. After grabbing the top, she crawled quickly, alternating her hands and feet. When she was above the white crane boy, she whistled down.

The White Crane Boy raised his head, his vertical pupils opened, and the girl's body was blocked.

"ah!.!"

The girl let out a sharp scream, which caused the White Crane Boy's vertical pupils to become disordered. She landed on the other's shoulders, raised her hands, stretched out her sharp claws, and stabbed at the White Crane Boy's face.

"Clang!"

The girl's claws were blocked by the trident, and the White Crane Boy reached behind him with his other hand and grabbed the girl as if he was picking up a naughty monkey.

The vertical pupils that were previously scattered were now not only unusually stable, but also emitting a bloody red color.

The girl showed fear on her face; she felt the huge gap in strength.

As a cursed being, she was not even as good as the evil ghosts wandering around the countryside, so how could she possibly be a match for the chief officer?

In other words, if the officers and generals cannot deal with this kind of people, how can they have the nerve to shout "kill them, don't cross the river".

The White Crane Boy grabbed the girl with his left hand, held her in front of him, and stabbed her with the trident in his right hand.

"puff!"

"what!!!"

Screams came.

But this time, her intention was sincere, and after the initial miserable cries, the fierce look on the girl's face gradually faded, and relief gradually appeared in her eyes.

There were continuous flashing and muffled sounds coming from the ward.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and took a look inside, then raised his left hand and snapped his fingers again:

"Snapped!"

Under the bed, the three lights that had been extinguished suddenly rekindled.

"boom!"

The girl's body was bounced out of the ward by a barrier and landed in front of Baihe Tongzi.

The girl in the White Crane Boy's hand had completely disappeared. He squatted down, grabbed the girl's neck with his left hand, and stabbed her again with the trident in his right hand.

There are no excessive frills, no reversals or surprises. The chief officer who was formerly the King of Ghosts and is now the God of Yin knows very well how to deal with this kind of evil spirit.

The old man was so scared that the wooden stick in his hand began to tremble. This time it was not a call, but a fear from the bottom of his heart.

When he introduced himself earlier, he mentioned his inherited profession. Shizhuo Zhao was good at casting curses behind the scenes, which made him unsuitable for head-on confrontation.

At this moment, both of his curses were broken by the opponent, and he no longer had the confidence to continue fighting.

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?"

The little-known Nantong corpse-recoverer Li can make officials and generals willing to act as his thugs.

He became suspicious when he failed to enter the ward on his first attempt. When he saw the young man snapping his fingers again, he realized that there was a formation set up in this ward!

Damn it,

They are fishing!
He is good at setting up formations and has such thugs. You tell me he is just an ordinary corpse lifter?
The White Crane Boy gradually approached the old man.

At the beginning, Li Zhuiyuan just sealed a mischievous female ghost in high heels to act as a gatekeeper, which was considered a crime of controlling ghosts from the perspective of the officers and generals.

The old man in front of me not only uses living people to cast curses, but also uses curses to harm people. Isn't this a heinous crime that deserves death?

"You, you, you, who the hell are you!"

The old man stood there and continued to point his finger at Li Zhuiyuan and ask questions.

Li Zhuiyuan ignored him and leaned against the corridor railing, looking downstairs, as if waiting for something to appear.

I was thinking in my heart: The old guy's curses are cast one after another, which is obviously not in line with common sense. Even the most skilled curser can't stand this kind of toy.

Moreover, I also saw Zhao Mengyao during the day. Her complexion was normal, her blood circulation was stable, and there was no sign of backlash from the person who cast the curse.

Could it be that this Zhao at the Stone Table has mastered some secret method that can offset the backlash of the curse?
On the other side, the White Crane Boy walked up to the old man and stabbed his trident through his chest.

The old man's face turned pale as paper in an instant.

In fact, the old man really turned into a piece of paper.

The trident just pierced a piece of paper.

Standing there and questioning was just a decoy. The old man saw that the situation was not good and had already slipped away.

"Ah……"

Li Zhuiyuan laughed, and in his sight, he saw the old man running out of the stairs and appearing in the flower bed in front of the inpatient building.

White air began to spew out of the White Crane Boy's ears, nose, corners of his mouth, and even the corners of his eyes.

He was fooled, and the boy behind him laughed at him.

The boy turned around and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed down and said, "Hurry up and catch up."

The boy leaped up and jumped down from the building.

With each step He took, His hand lightly rested on the railing, and He quickly passed through each step, finally landing on the ground.

The fleeing old man looked back and found that the officer's chief had appeared behind him. He was so frightened that he almost lost his soul and hurriedly continued to run away.

The White Crane Boy stepped on the Three-Step Praise and quickly closed the distance between the two sides.

The old man looked back again, his eyes showing a fierce look, took out a wooden sign from his arms and bit it in his mouth.

Black mist rose from the wooden sign, and blood immediately oozed out of the old man's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but his running speed was increased and his hands and feet became more flexible.

The two sides started a tug of war, one in front and one behind.

As he was running, the old man noticed that the officer and general behind him had stopped.

"call……"

The old man felt relieved, and just as he was about to take the wooden sign out of his mouth, he heard a whirring sound of wind behind him. Turning back, he saw that the officer leader had three incense sticks on his head and was catching up with him again!
Not only did Mu Pai not dare to spit it out, he also bit it open with his teeth, and the black juice inside overflowed and soaked into his throat.

Thick blood vessels extended downward from the neck, and the old man's speed increased further.

Special industries do not pay much attention to regional advantages. The Sixth Hospital, which focuses on mental illnesses, was originally planned in the new urban area. There is a large open area nearby, and there are not many people on the road at this point, which is perfect for both parties to run wildly.

The old man's breath began to wane. He knew that his physique had been overdrawn to a certain extent, and it would be difficult to continue to squeeze out his potential with the current means.

Behind them, the officers and generals were getting closer and closer. The White Crane Boy was clearly walking, but every time he blinked, he seemed to have changed his position, bringing an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The old man saw a river ahead. He reached into his bamboo basket, pulled out a silver toad, and cried out:
"My son, save me this time. After you save me, I will let you rest in peace!"

After saying that, he placed the silver toad on his head.

The toad, which was originally a dead object, seemed to move and fixed itself on the old man's head.

Pustules appeared on the old man's skin, some of which had broken open and pus was oozing out.

These pustules swelled and bulged at the same frequency as the toad above his head.

The old man is cursing himself.

In this way, in the hope of achieving further madness.

No matter how high the price is, at least we have to save this life!

"Quack!"

The old man's throat was swollen like a tumor, and he made a frog-like sound, then jumped into the river in front of him.

The White Crane Boy also entered the river.

The old man was doing breaststroke underwater and the boy was walking underwater.

The three incense sticks on the boy's crane crown were not extinguished by the river water, but their burning was accelerated because of being under the river.

Layers of waves spread out in front of the boy, reducing the resistance of walking in the water. It was more strenuous than doing the three-step pose on the ground.

The old man felt that he was reaching his limit. He looked back again and found that the boy was standing under the water, motionless.

"Gulu gulu..."

When the old man saw this scene, he blew bubbles excitedly.

He had some understanding of Guan Jiangshou and knew that each time the medium had a spirit possession, he could only rely on the guiding incense to continue the conversation once more. When the time was up, Guan Jiangshou would leave and the medium would become weak.

He resisted the urge to turn back and take the opportunity to kill someone, gritted his teeth, and urged his whole body, which was in great pain from the curse, to continue swimming forward until he could no longer see the man's figure in the pitch-black night.

Underwater, Lin Shuyou took out the sealing talisman needle from his pocket.

He wants to give himself an injection.

"Buzz!"

The talisman needle pierced into the chest, and the vertical pupil, which was almost dilated, was stabilized.

Lin Shuyou opened his mouth and made unclear sounds in the water. At the same time, his hands began to dance forward and backward on his body.

If you could get close to him and listen carefully, you could vaguely hear him reciting some multiplication formula, adding the corresponding position at the end of each number.

As it turned out, during the time he was lying in the hospital, Lin Shuyou did read books seriously.

I recently came to Li Zhuiyuan's dormitory to borrow Brother Bin's desk. While it was a torment, I also had some positive thoughts in my mind.

He is a genius among officials and generals, but he is not an all-round genius after all.

After working hard to make up for the missed lessons, I was only able to catch up with the progress of Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng. I knew the results but not the reasons, but at least I could rely on a formula and follow a fixed process.

Of course, this is actually enough for the medium.

Finally, Lin Shuyou grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and placed his right thumb against his forehead.

Gather evil!

The evil energy around him began to flow into his body. His vertical pupils recovered and became sharp. The White Crane Boy came again.

The boy clenched his fists, opened his mouth and let out a roar.

He was angry, he was panicked, he was frantic.

Because his medium has really embarked on this path.

"You...damn it!"

……

The old man was lying on the shore, with large areas of rot and festering all over his body. His condition was very bad, but there was a smile on his face. He escaped and saved his life.

Then, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. What kind of existence had his precious granddaughter provoked this time?

Zhao Mengyao is his granddaughter. When she left home to go to college, she secretly took away the human skin cursed object that was worshipped at home.

In fact, my family did find out about it. At the time, they thought that since the girl was going to college alone, having a protective charm with her would at least protect her from being bullied.

But unexpectedly, not long after school started, the family sensed that the human skin curse was being used.

He immediately went to the school and found his granddaughter.

He didn't come to blame, but was worried that his granddaughter wouldn't know how to share the backlash after casting the curse, so he brought the support agreements of two widows in the village and asked his granddaughter to sign them.

After finishing it, he also asked his granddaughter who the curse was cast on.

The granddaughter told him that it was one of her roommates, who not only formed cliques, bullied classmates, stole things, and had promiscuous relationships in the dormitory, but also stole her boyfriend who she fell in love with at first sight.

After all, the old man had eaten more salt than his granddaughter had eaten rice, so he knew that there was some exaggeration in her words.

The school has only just started. Even if the cursed girl has a bad nature, how could she have done so many evil things?

But...what's the big deal?

People like them would curse anyone they disliked, and the person being cursed deserved it. It was just her bad luck that caused her to suffer this misfortune.

It is because we are living in a peaceful and prosperous age and the law of nature is clear that people like them dare not act rashly. In the past, not to mention when the emperor was alive, even in the era of warlords, it was not difficult to be treated as a guest of honor by the warlords.

He originally intended to leave tomorrow, but who knew his granddaughter would burn a blood letter for him.

Nantong corpse recovery Li?

A tadpole that had never been heard of and came out of some puddle actually dared to meddle in the affairs of Shizhuo Zhao.

Since the other party wants an explanation, I will give him one.

"Ugh……"

The old man raised his head and let out a sigh.

Now, I really should give them an explanation. First, let my granddaughter apologize, and then punish her. If she is still not satisfied, the worst that can happen is that my family will have to spend some more money and give some tribute.

Although the young man only snapped his fingers tonight and did not really take action, the old man knew that the identity behind the young man should not be underestimated.

Stupid girl, why do you have to curse someone with a background when you can curse anyone else?
"Crash!"

The old man lowered his head in astonishment and looked forward. A figure jumped out of the water and then landed in front of him.

He was about to run away, but his throat was stepped on by a boot. Why... why... why did He still have the strength after burning all three incense sticks?

The old man wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound because he was being stepped on.

He kept waving his hands to show his attitude.

But unfortunately, not to mention that the boy is angry now, even on normal days, the boy has nothing to say about these "evil ways".

"puff!"

The trident pierced the old man's head.

……

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the ward and reached out to turn on the light.

"Bah!"

No response, the light bulb is broken.

Fortunately, there were three candles burning in the ward, which ensured visibility.

"Brother Xiaoyuan." Tan Wenbin walked forward quickly.

Before Binbin could speak, Li Zhuiyuan said, "If I find the murderer, I will kill her whole family."

"Forehead……"

The words that Tan Wenbin was about to say were swallowed back forcefully.

He could guess in his heart that Brother Xiaoyuan probably knew what he was going to ask and what he was going to do, so he skipped a step for him in advance.

Tan Wenbin could only smile and say, "Brother Xiaoyuan, how about I kowtow to you again? I won't say much, it's all in the head?"

Li Zhuiyuan walked to Zhou Yunyun's bed and checked on her.

Her complexion looked much better, with a rosy glow on her face, her brows relaxed, and she even had the look of a "young peach in bloom".

This kind of facial features is what is called, some people, you can tell that he is in love just by looking at his expression and complexion.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, shall I wake Yunyun up and say hello to you?"

"What are you going to say when you wake her up?"

"I..." Tan Wenbin licked his lips, "Brother Xiaoyuan, I plan to re-examine the relationship between me and the squad leader. What do you think?"

"Brother Binbin, is this the title?"

"Of course not. There is no fixed answer or even a fixed solution process."

"Then make your own decision. Just don't regret it."

Tan Wenbin nodded: "I understand."

"You can also go talk to Grandma Liu. She likes to talk about this topic."

Liu Yumei was so idle that she started reading "Dream of the Red Chamber". She was eager to have a topic about the love life of a younger generation brought up so that she could analyze and talk about it.

"Yes." Tan Wenbin smiled, "I can give the old lady a plate of good food."

"Clean up the formation."

"I'll come, I'll come"

Tan Wenbin packed up the formation. After he finished, he wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, sit down for a while. I'll go get some hot water."

As Binbin picked up the kettle and walked out of the ward, he bumped into Lin Shuyou.

"Brother Bin!"

Lin Shuyou excitedly raised the trident in his hand in front of Tan Wenbin, with a human head stuck on it.

"Fuck me!"

Anyone who almost comes face to face with a bloody and sticky head in the middle of the night would be shocked.

"Brother Bin, this is the man who wants to harm my sister-in-law tonight. I will help you kill him and give you his head as a gift."

Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes at Lin Shuyou and said:

"Thank you. I'll wash it and put it on Yunyun's bedside table. I believe Yunyun will be surprised when she wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay!"

"You idiot, you killed someone and brought his head back with it stuck in your mouth. Do you think it's fried meat on a skewer?"

"Forehead……"

"Has the old man's body been dealt with?"

"After his head was cut off, his body rotted away. It was as if he had cursed himself."

"Cursing yourself, what kind of habit is this? Is it to escape?"

"should be."

"Then go and get rid of this head quickly. Don't leave any traces, or Uncle Tan will come to trouble you during the day."

"Is Uncle Tan your father, Brother Bin?"

"Well, I was adopted."

"Really?"

"Hehehe." Tan Wenbin was amused, but he soon realized something, "Ayou, are you possessed?"

"Yes, after two times, I added one more time myself!"

Lin Shuyou puffed out his chest proudly.

Including the evil-breaking talisman needle, it means he can have it four times in total!

Tan Wenbin: "Then how did you have the strength to run back with the head?"

“Right.” Lin Shuyou looked down at himself and jumped twice. “Although I’m a little tired, I still have some strength.”

In the past, he would have collapsed and passed out after such an increase in the number of times.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, has Ah You's body adapted?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It was the boy who bowed his head."

Before he left, he deliberately left some strength for Lin Shuyou and did not drain him completely.

Tan Wenbin smacked his lips and said, "Tsk tsk, these days, even the Yin Gods treat people differently according to their status."

Lin Shuyou went to deal with the heads. Tan Wenbin came back with some hot water and poured a cup of tea for Li Zhuiyuan.

"Brother Binbin, I'm not thirsty."

"Then... get you a can of Jianlibao?"

"I'm not tired, so I don't want to drink. Brother Binbin, go call the store and ask Mengmeng to make some soup."

“Brother, even if you have no appetite, you can’t eat the food Mengmeng cooks to whet your appetite!”

"Not for me to eat."

Li Zhuiyuan paused and added,
"For casting a spell."

……

The next morning, Zhou Yunyun's roommates came to the hospital to visit her together.

When Wang Lunan saw Zhou Yunyun lying on the hospital bed, she couldn't stop crying.

Zhang Xin carefully inquired about the patient's condition and recovery.

Zhou Shengnan took a broom to help sweep the floor and emptied the trash can at the same time.

Although Tan Wenbin had just cleaned the room in the morning and there was not much garbage in the trash can, she was just not good at expressing herself and wanted to find something to do.

Tong Yanyan looked at Tan Wenbin, who was busy greeting people nearby, with great interest. If Yunyun hadn't been lying on the bed with an IV drip, she would have really said teasingly: Oh, look, it's a blessing in disguise.

Zhao Mengyao also came. She stood by the bed, biting her nails, looking uneasy.

She thought that after coming here today, she entered not the ward but the morgue. Zhou Yunyun did not look very well at the moment, but should be pale and cold.

But the scene before her eyes was so real. Did her grandfather not have time to take action last night, or did he already return to his hometown and not receive the blood ship that she burned?
However, her uneasy expression was not strange at this moment, and could even be considered quite normal.

"Come on, come on, thank you all for coming to visit us, eat oranges, eat oranges."

Tan Wenbin enthusiastically distributed oranges to the five girls.

This morning, Yin Meng came with a thermos bucket filled with Tremella soup that she had carefully prepared.

The orange given to Zhao Mengyao was specially kept separate by Tan Wenbin. He had extracted the sweet soup with a syringe in advance and injected it into the orange.

Seeing Zhao Mengyao eat it, Tan Wenbin also smiled.

I thought to myself: Don’t worry, this is just interest.

After they left, Tan Wenbin closed the door of the ward, sat back, and asked, "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go out and buy it for you."

Zhou Yunyun asked, "Isn't there a cafeteria in the hospital?"

"The food in the hospital cafeteria is not seasoned and tasteless."

"I think I can only eat light food now?"

"No, you can eat whatever you want, it's okay. Now is the time to replenish your body. Look at you, your chin is pointed, and the rest of your body..."

Tan Wenbin deliberately looked around.

Zhou Yunyun lifted the quilt to her chin to cover herself.

"Alas." Tan Wenbin sighed exaggeratedly, "Eat more. It's not good to be too thin."

"I seemed to have a dream last night." Zhou Yunyun stared at Tan Wenbin, as if testing the difference between dream and reality. "In the dream, you said something to me."

Zhou Yunyun gripped the edge of the quilt tightly with her fingers, feeling very nervous.

"Your mother asked my mother to bring you some things. They are still in my dormitory. I will send them to school when you are discharged from the hospital."

"Yeah, okay." Zhou Yunyun nodded, with disappointment in her eyes. It turned out that she was really dreaming.

"My mom bought you a big suitcase. It's a brand name, quite expensive. I don't even have one."

"Is it inappropriate for me to accept such an expensive gift?"

"It's for women, pink, and my mom has pasted a lot of cartoon patterns on it. If you don't want it, I can't use it either."

"Thank Auntie for me."

"Anyway, I don't have much luggage. When I go home for the holidays, I'll put my little stuff in the same suitcase with yours, and we'll go back together."

"Well... um?" Zhou Yunyun came to her senses a little, "Last night..."

Tan Wenbin leaned forward and suddenly said, "Tan Wenbin, if you don't study hard yourself, don't affect other students!"

"you……"

Tan Wenbin touched his nose and said with a smile: "Don't mention it, I really like this tune."

Zhou Yunyun pulled up the quilt to cover her face:

"Stop talking!"

"Haha."

After some joking, Tan Wenbin said, "I'll ask two female classmates to take care of you in my place this afternoon. They are female classmates who work part-time in the store. I've given them allowances, and they will take turns."

"No need, I can do it myself..."

"Don't worry. Isn't the purpose of earning money to spend now? I feel more at ease with them accompanying you. I have something to do and need to go out for a while. It may take a few days for me to come back. I hope that when I come back, you will be healthy."

"where are you going?"

"My mentor's project requires frequent business trips. I have no choice. It's all for a job after graduation and a better future. Otherwise, how can I support my family, right?"

"You're only a freshman..."

"Thanks to Brother Xiaoyuan, I was able to join my mentor's project team, so I have to be more active and work harder."

"I see."

Tan Wenbin looked up and adjusted the drip rate of the IV bottle.

In fact, it would be most appropriate to let his mother take care of Zhou Yunyun, but his father reminded him not to tell his mother about Zhou Yunyun, and he also understood his father's thoughts.

He lowered his head and looked tenderly at the girl on the hospital bed.

Wait, I'll help you get revenge.

……

On the way back to school, Zhao Mengyao's body began to itch. She didn't take it seriously at first, until she returned to the dormitory and looked in the mirror, only to find that her face and neck were covered with dense red pimples.

And this symptom continued to spread as she scratched.

"Mengyao, what's wrong with your face?" Zhou Shengnan asked.

"No, it's okay. I'm probably allergic to it."

"Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

"No, it should be ready in a moment."

Wang Lunan looked at Zhao Mengyao's appearance, and then thought of her sister Yunyun who was poisoned. She sat on the bed and started crying again.

Zhang Xin shook her head helplessly and pushed her suitcase to the new dormitory.

If Zhou Yunyun hadn't been in the dormitory before, she would have used her connections to ask for a change of dormitory long ago. There were a few funny people around and she really couldn't stand it.

In the evening, Zhao Mengyao, wearing a hat and a silk scarf, came to the canteen closest to the dormitory to get her meals.

She had no appetite, but she was hungry.

When Zhou Yunyun was around, everyone in the dormitory would go out to eat together. After Zhou Yunyun left, everyone tacitly separated and acted on their own.

As she left with the food tray, Zhao Mengyao was somewhat surprised to find that the cafeteria auntie's hands were unusually still today. Was there so many dishes?
Unfortunately, she had a poor appetite and only ate a little bit before getting up and going back to the dormitory.

The "auntie" at the food window took off her mask, revealing a young and fair face. It was Yin Meng.

In the freshman year, there were designated classrooms for evening self-study classes. Because Zhao Mengyao had rashes all over her body, she missed the afternoon classes and naturally did not go to the evening self-study classes.

At this time, she was the only one in the dormitory.

She poured herself a glass of water and just drank it.

"vomit!"

The water was vomited out along with the bright red blood.

She looked at it all in disbelief, stumbling backwards.

"What's going on...what's going on..."

She was so panicked that she didn't even bother to clean up the dirt on the floor. She climbed onto her bed and tried to wrap herself tightly with the quilt.

As soon as I lifted the quilt, another letter slipped out, and it was in the same love letter envelope as last night.

She hesitated for a long time, as if she was afraid, but finally picked up the envelope and opened it.

The words on the letter are still beautiful, and the content is still brief:
"Don't you like to curse others? How does it feel to be cursed by others?

Besides, you broke your appointment today.

See you backstage at the school auditorium at 12 noon tomorrow.

—— Sitting at the Nantong Haohe Wharf, fishing for the corpse. "

Zhao Mengyao held the letter with trembling hands, and then she felt her stomach churning again. She immediately poked her head out and opened her mouth:
"vomit!"

The bright red vomit was all over Wang Lunan's bed on the lower bunk.

But Wang Lunan just couldn't sleep tonight, and she had fallen into a state of depression.

Not daring to stay in the dormitory any longer, Zhao Mengyao went to the school clinic for a check-up. The doctor prescribed two tubes of ointment for her and some basic medicines based on her description of her condition. He also recommended that she go to a large hospital for a detailed examination.

Zhao Mengyao was walking towards the dormitory in a daze, carrying a bag of medicine, when a tall and strong boy came towards her.

She only brushed shoulders with the other person, but she was knocked to the ground.

"I'm sorry, classmate. I'm really sorry."

Runsheng pulled her out immediately.

"Are you blind? Are you blind? Believe it or not, I will curse you to death!"

"I'm really sorry, classmate."

Zhao Mengyao glared at the big guy fiercely, picked up the medicine bag on the ground, and returned to the dormitory.

Her roommates had not finished their evening study yet, so she chose Zhou Shengnan's bed to sit down and began to apply ointment on her body.

When I first opened it, I felt that the ointment seemed a little sticky, but the effect after applying it was very comfortable. Not only did the rash stop itching, but it also brought a cool feeling.

"vomit!"

She vomited again, all over Zhou Shengnan's bed.

After spitting, she wiped her mouth and walked to the mirror again.

The skin on my face in the mirror began to fester, and the bloody red wounds were blown by the wind, bringing a chill.

"what!!!!!!"

The shrill scream echoed in the dormitory.

……

Tan Wenbin: "Hehe, this is the first time I know that the dishes you cook, Mengmeng, can actually have the effect of casting a curse."

Yin Meng said to Tan Wenbin in a bad mood: "Do you know how many times I cooked today? What little interest I had left in the kitchen was completely wasted today."

Tan Wenbin: "You still have an interest in cooking? Listen to me, let's change to a hobby that is beneficial to our physical and mental health."

Runsheng: “I agree.”

Tan Wenbin: "Well, Mengmeng, can you repeat the effect of the 'curse' you cast yourself?"

Yin Meng stopped talking.

People cannot step into the same river twice, and Yin Meng cannot cook dishes with the same flavor.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the pen in his hand, picked up the paper in front of him and blew on it.

He had just imitated Zhao Mengyao's handwriting and wrote a letter of confession for Zhao Mengyao.

Next, all you have to do is leave Zhao Mengyao's fingerprints on the letter and place a bottle of heavy metal next to the confession letter.

Tan Wenbin asked curiously: "Brother Xiaoyuan, do we need to go through so much trouble?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "This is to cater to its aesthetics."

On the rooftop, Lin Shuyou, who had been observing with a telescope, raised his hand:
"Report, the target is dragging a suitcase out of the dormitory building, and it looks like he is going home!"

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This idiot has finally decided to go home only now."

Yin Meng looked at her nails and said, "Great, I thought I had to make a midnight snack."

Runsheng put out his "cigar" and picked up his backpack.

Li Zhuiyuan put the pen cap back on and said:
"Walk,

Go and cancel your account."

(End of this chapter)