Chapter 47: The Inner Demon Old Attack Goes Crazy Everyday 3

The doctor felt a chill on his back and broke out in a cold sweat. He was trembling all over and knelt in front of Ye Musi, his hands trembling as he felt for Ye Musi's pulse.

"Take good care of yourself, or I'll kill you!" Lu Limu stood aside, his eyes fixed on the place where the two men collided.

"Yes, yes... yes..." The doctor wiped away the cold sweat and began to feel the patient's pulse.

In a short while, the results came out.

"This immortal master must have indulged himself too much..." He didn't dare to continue because the temperature around him dropped to the extreme.

"Speak up, why don't you speak anymore?"

"Master, please spare my life! Master, please spare my life!"

The doctor could not bear the threat and nearly wet his pants.

"What are you doing? I want you to tell me!"

"This immortal master..." The doctor observed Ye Musi's pulse and the person in front of him, and roughly guessed the relationship between the two. "His wound was not treated properly, which led to the fever..."

"I... I have some medicine here, you can apply it..." The doctor struggled to take out a bottle of ointment from his bag and handed it to him with both hands.

Lu Limu smiled softly, snatched the ointment, and then raised his hand to end the doctor's life.

"Okay, great, now that the diagnosis is complete, you can die!"

"A-Li!" Ye Musi forced himself to sit up, "What are you doing!"

"Of course, we should kill him to silence him." Lu Limu looked at Ye Musi with interest. When he had just come down the mountain to arrest people, he saw that people from the immortal sect were looking for Ye Musi. If he let the doctor leave, it would be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. "I don't want anyone to disturb our peace."

After saying that, he was about to take action.

"Stop! Cough cough——" Ye Musi's throat hurt as he spoke. His throat was dry and uncomfortable. He held the edge of the bed and coughed violently. A fishy and sweet smell spread in his mouth. "Don't kill people, cough cough cough——"

Seeing Ye Mushi like this, Lu Limu felt distressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, let Ye Mushi lean on him, and stroked his back.

He said coldly to the doctor who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up: "Get out of here!"

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" After saying this, the doctor ran away without looking back. His legs were weak and he almost knelt down after taking a few steps.

Ye Musi felt really uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than the first time. He leaned against Lu Limu and muttered, "Water..."

Without saying a word, Lu Limu cast a spell to pass the cup of water to his hand. He supported Ye Musi's heavy head and carefully fed the water to Ye Musi's lips, but the water flowed out of Ye Musi's mouth before much was added.

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink water? Why did you vomit?" Although he said this, he still took a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

When Lu Limu's eyes fell on the handkerchief, the scene of Lu Lishen crying and asking Ye Musi to wipe his tears appeared in his mind, and Ye Musi was unwilling, so he threw the handkerchief in his face. This was Ye Musi's handkerchief.

Lu Lishen actually has Ye Musi’s personal belongings!

"Ye Musi, how dare you give him something that belongs to you?"

Ye Musi's brain was confused and he couldn't hear what Lu Limu was saying at all, but he knew that if he didn't respond, Lu Limu would definitely go crazy, so he just said "hmm".

How could he know that as soon as he answered like that, Lu Limu turned the handkerchief into ashes.

"If you dare to give him something next time, I won't mind taking you in front of him!"

Although Ye Musi was delirious due to the fever, he could feel that Lu Limu had gone crazy again. He couldn't understand why Lu Limu was still unhappy and going crazy even though he had clearly obeyed him.

Lu Limu applied the medicine on Ye Musi's wound, then took some water and a towel, wet the towel, and put it on Ye Musi's forehead.

The wet wipes were changed again and again until Ye Musi's body temperature dropped.

Lu Limu placed the back of his hand on Ye Musi's forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, "The fever is gone..."

Although Ye Mushi's fever had subsided, he was not idle. He went to the kitchen to cook some food. Ye Mushi's spiritual power was sealed by him and he was also sick. He was afraid that his stomach was empty and his body could not bear it.

As far as I remember, sick people need to eat light food, so doesn't that mean they can only drink porridge?

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The doctor stumbled out of the terrifying room, his heart pounding like a drum, nearly bursting out of his chest. He knew he had just walked through the gates of hell. If Ye Musi hadn't stopped him in time, he might have become a ghost at Lu Limu's hands.

His legs were still trembling, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment, for fear that Lu Limu would catch up and take his life. He had to keep walking, leave the village, and head south.

He hurried back to the pharmacy, dismissed everyone, took the silver and started packing up.

Just as he was about to step out of the village, he ran into a group of people head-on. The people were dressed in immortal sect clothing. The leader was a young man with extraordinary temperament. There was an unquestionable majesty between his brows.

When the doctor saw these people, his heart tightened and he couldn't help but think of Lu Limu.

"What are you doing in such a panic?" The leader was Zhu Jianye. Two days had passed when he woke up. The demon world was in chaos. The Demon Lord disappeared after slaughtering his own people.

He has been searching for the whereabouts of his senior brother Ye Musi for three days.

There was no news for three whole days, so he sent a message back to Yinyou Valley and sent some disciples to help him search. He found that Ye Musi was not seen in the area within a hundred miles around Sunset Mountain or in the Demon Realm.

When he saw the mess in the Demon Palace, he found a strand of white hair on the ground. It was Ye Musi's hair. He was very worried. The more he couldn't find the person, the worse his mood became.

"Master, please spare me, Master, please spare me!" The doctor knelt down trembling.

Zhu Jianye frowned at the doctor and asked, "What are you kneeling for?"

He helped the man up.

"Old man, what happened?" Lan Feiyue knew that Zhu Jianye was in a bad mood because he couldn't find anyone, and he was also too impatient, so she took the initiative to step forward.

“Help…”

Seeing that it was a female immortal master with a gentle appearance, who did not look like the King of Hell, the doctor asked her for help.

"Old man, what's wrong? Speak slowly."

The doctor raised his shaking hands and pointed at the mountain where he had just escaped death. "Murder, murder!"

Lan Feiyue gently comforted him, "With us here, who would dare to kill anyone?"

"On the mountain, the White-haired Immortal Master fell ill. He captured me and took me to treat him. After that, he wanted to kill me!"

When he heard the word "white hair", Zhu Jianye immediately realized something was wrong. He flew into the air on his sword and flew straight in the direction the doctor pointed.

When Lan Feiyue turned around, the person behind her had disappeared.

“Murder…”

When she turned around and wanted to continue comforting the doctor, the doctor walked out of the village muttering something foolishly.

"Go, bring them back and find a place to accommodate them." Lan Feiyue instructed the disciples behind him.

After she had settled the doctor and the disciples behind her, she also went to the mountain.

Incense curls up and a sweet aroma wafts out of the pot.

Lu Limu turned off the fire, scooped up the porridge and brought it into the house.

He helped Ye Musi up and let him lean on his shoulder. He took a soup spoon in his hand, blew on it in his mouth, and then put it into Ye Musi's mouth.

"Cough cough..." Ye Musi didn't eat much. Instead, he vomited it out because it was too hot. He frowned and looked at Lu Limu in confusion, thinking: Is he going to burn me to death?

"What are you doing? I worked so hard to cook porridge for you, and you dare to spit it out? You won't eat it just because it's not made by Lu Lishen?" Lu Limu met Ye Musi's gaze and said angrily.

Ye Musi was shocked. How could someone confuse right and wrong like this?

"Don't you feel hot?" Ye Musi questioned.

"Oh." Lu Limu answered, then put the spoon to his lips and sipped it, then handed it to Ye Musi.

Ye Musi learned his lesson this time. Lu Limu blew on the food, and then he blew on the food himself before putting it into his stomach. Sure enough, it was no longer hot.

"Eat it all, don't leave any."

Ye Mushi had eaten everything. Lu Limu sat beside him contentedly and watched him fall asleep.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the house. Lu Limu realized that someone was coming, so he got up and went out to check.

As soon as he opened the door, a sword stood in front of him.

He recognized this sword. It was the life-saving sword of Ye Mushi’s fellow junior brother. It seemed that Zhu Jianye had found it.

Not willing to be outdone, he summoned the Myriad Bone Sword and walked out of the house. "Since you're here, why hide?"

Zhu Jianye looked at Lu Limu coldly, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent. He had never imagined that his beloved senior brother would end up like this, and the culprit behind all this was this arrogant and treacherous traitor in front of him.

"Today I will clean up the mess for your master!" Zhu Jianye's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lu Limu sneered disdainfully, the Myriad Bone Sword in his hand emitting a cold light. "A Si has voluntarily stayed with me. What right do you have to interfere in our affairs?"

"This Lord?" Zhu Jianye suddenly noticed that the man was holding the Myriad Bone Sword. "Are you the new Demon Lord?!"

The Ten Thousand Bones Sword is the holy sword used by successive generations of Demon Lords. The sword carries the skills of each generation of Demon Lords, and its power should not be underestimated.

Lu Limu raised an evil smile and gently waved the Wan Gu Sword in his hand, and a powerful wave of magic spread out.

"Get out of here if you know what's best for you, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Impossible!" His figure suddenly rushed towards Lu Limu, the sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at the opponent's vital points.

"Then don't blame me!" Lu Limu snorted coldly, and the Myriad Bone Sword traced a strange trajectory in the air, easily blocking Zhu Jianye's attack. His eyes revealed a hint of amusement, as if mocking Zhu Jianye's presumptuousness. "I forgot to tell you, your senior brother, my Ah Si, has been playing with me for three days and three nights straight, and now he's too exhausted to get out of bed!"

Lu Limu's mouth corners were already flying up to the sky. Zhu Jianye was Lu Lishen's love rival, and also his love rival. He just wanted to let Zhu Jianye know that Ye Musi was his. No matter whether he was willing to admit it or not, Ye Musi had already done it with him, and he had to admit it whether he wanted to or not!

"You are shameless!" Zhu Jianye's anger burned in his chest, and his swordsmanship became more fierce. Every sword strike made a sound of breaking through the air, and hit Lu Limu's vital points directly.

He could not tolerate Lu Limu's blasphemy against Ye Mushi, and he could not accept Ye Mushi being treated like this.

Lu Limu wielded the Myriad Bone Sword with ease, neutralizing Zhu Jianye's attacks one by one. His eyes were full of mockery, and it was clear that he did not take Zhu Jianye seriously.

"Shameless? I'm just stating the facts. Your senior brother is actually quite obsessed with me."