In that hole, I could barely stay calm.

Although it is likely that it was caused by the flesh, in that state, I really do not feel so much grief.

I was just thinking of killing the Nine Shacks, thinking of nothing else, as if Chen Qiuyan were still alive, and I had left the matter of her death behind.

Just like many people understand the truth, if people are busy, they really can't care about anything.

The best way to get rid of grief is to find something to do quickly, and you must not be idle.

But now I am sitting down.

Lying in my hospital bed, I could think of nothing else in my mind except Chen Qiuyao.

If it is put in the original, after the injury, there must be Chen Qiuyan among the people who take care of me.

It was a natural kind of care like a loved one, without any other feelings.

Now let alone people, even Chen Qiuyan's soul, I can't get it back.

Not to mention that the Nine-Fantrior God is still alive, even if it is dead, those souls that are sucked by it may not be able to return to the Sun...

Just like eating, what is eaten after it will naturally be digested.

What is digested...can it recover?

The answer to this question, do not have to ask others, you can think of it yourself.

When I was in the hospital room crying, they were going to comfort me with a few words, but they let me go.

Honestly, I want to stay for a while, and I don’t want them to see me in a bad way.

A person can stay, at most there are a rat with me, that is enough.

It was dark and fast, the seven treasures left the ward on their front feet, the back foot was dark, the light outside the window quickly disappeared, and the only light source was on the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

The squatter curled up, leaning back against the lamp, looking at me with great concern, but it also knew that I wanted to be alone for a while now, so it didn’t sound, very quiet.

Lying in my hospital bed, I was motionless, staring at the ceiling without a god, only to feel that my soul was lost.

In fact, in this case, the most damned person is Chen Qiuyan.

In the end, she is just a woman, our big husbands are not swallowed, why did she die in front of us?

The disciple is an official, the seven treasures are half-way people, Kong Baiyang and I, absolutely are the bottom of the gentleman...

Even so, Chen Qiuyan is still dead, no one can protect her, especially me.

If it hadn’t been for me, Chen Qiuyan wouldn’t have saved me, and she wouldn’t have died...

“Hush.”

Suddenly, my heart beat violently, unlike the previous beat, this time the heart beat, even the chest was trembling pain.

The kind of stuffy sound that outsiders could hear, let the rat immediately support his body, and looked at me nervously.

The pain in my body was already very weak, but this trembling sharply involved my limbs and hundreds of bones directly hurt.

But soon I found out that the most painful place was actually at the seventeenth threshold, which was promoted by my seedlings, the thresholds of the seventeen buried evils.

As the pain intensified, I also curled up uncontrollably, bowing, biting my teeth and twitching on the bed.

After about half a minute, the white gauze wrapped around the 17 thresholds was gradually penetrated by blood, from the beginning of the light red, and soon turned to black blood.

Not only that, but those thresholds also bulged, as if someone had breathed inside and blew out a drum bag the size of a walnut.

At first I thought that there was an alienation in the fall of the evil son, but I simply wanted to get out of my body and get out of my body, but I soon found something wrong.

From these seventeen thresholds is not a black fog, but a lot of infiltrating gauze, a little bit of black mucus, can also be said to be with rotten blood.

These liquids seem to be alive and self-conscious.

Although they dyed the gauze color when they penetrated the gauze, they seemed to be solids that could not be separated when they slipped through the sheets, or even when they were drilled out of the quilt.

Even if your color is deep, it will not be dyed anything else.

In the process, the body of the squatters all bowed up, like a fried wild cat, squeaking and screaming non-stop.

I turned my head hard, blinked my eyes, and comforted it, saying that it was nothing, no need to scream.

The tacit understanding of me was indeed unusual, and when he saw my eyes, he stuttered a little, and then squeaked a few times, as if to ask me, what is the situation?

“Maybe the bad guy is bored and wants to come out for a walk...” I whispered.

Hearing this, the rat squeaked twice, rubbed, jumped to the side of my pillow, carefully observing the unknown liquid.

Those black blood mucus, from the hospital bed slipped to the ground, began to slowly gather, to be honest, it looks like asphalt.

Seventeen piles of mucus the size of the basin gathered on the floor, and were still squirming, with many bubbles on top.

A moment later, the ward was filled with the rotting smell of corpses, and every breath felt extremely disgusting.

But nausea is disgusting, and this taste makes me feel at ease.

It is a very strange feeling, like meeting their own relatives, and still the kind of blood relatives, looking at them will feel at ease, as if there is dependence.

I endured the pain that came up, held out my hand, held the rocker of the hospital bed, and slowly shook the pillow, feeling how much I felt better.

The mucus squirmed for a moment, and suddenly there was a tendency to spread out, rapidly thinning, and spreading around, but for two or three minutes the floor of the ward was covered with a translucent liquid.

Breathing with rotten air, my body seemed to begin to decay.

But I have to say, it may be that this smell has an analgesic effect, and I don't have so much pain in my body.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, I thought it was the seven treasures they came back, or the doctor and nurse who checked the room came, but I did not expect that the person who knocked on the door was another acquaintance.

“Are you awake?”

The bodhisattva knocked on the door of the room and asked me directly: "Is there anything else in the ward?"I smelled death downstairs, and it must have been scattered in your room."

He said, the bodhisattva did not wait for me to respond, and carefully pushed the door open.

After entering the door, he did not look down at the liquids on the ground, but stared at me, a few steps to the hospital bed.

"Smell the seniors, your psychological quality is good, these things also dare to step on?"I laughed, “Don’t you feel bad?”

Hearing my question, the bodhisattva froze, looked at the ground with great doubt, and looked up at me again.

"What?"What did I step on?”

“Those are the ones...”

I raised my hand and pointed to the floor, but everything I saw next made me feel a little nervous.

The floor was clean, nothing, and the rancid stench in the room was gone, as if it had never been seen.

I looked at the floor full of fog, and my head was dead.

Is what I saw before me an illusion?

When I looked back, the sage was not on the edge of my pillow, it fell asleep on the bedside table, and my body was still slightly ups and downs, it should be asleep.

“Little Shen?”The bodhisattva looked at me with some concern and whispered, “Are you uncomfortable?”

I staggered for a moment, didn’t speak, and shook my head.

"Those dead spirits seem to have come out of you, and I'll check it out for you."The bodhisattva said, a step forward, with my fingers to open my eyelids, carefully looked, the expression suddenly condensed.

Just listen to the mutter of the words he reads, and every word smells of doubt.

“No, your injury should be turned around... how can there be so much death in your eyes...”

As soon as the voice fell, the bodhisattva seemed to find something, and he shook a cold trembling without warning, and looked at me and asked, “Did your wound crack?”

“The wound is broken?”I'm at a moment.

With God’s eyes, I looked at myself.

Those places where the evil fell, the original white gauze has become black, all of which are black circles the size of walnuts.