Chapter 93 Fang Xian said, "I will tear you to pieces."...

The noisy teenagers, exhausted from their night of running around, were worn out by the ominous formation in the Jingguan. They couldn't hold on for long before their eyelids started to droop. Some of them couldn't wait to move and fell asleep on the tables and chairs in the guest room.

Bai Yuan glanced at the room full of sprawled-out boys, who hadn't washed or bandaged themselves and were just sitting or sleeping in such an ungainly manner, their heads drooping and asleep on the tables and chairs. Lin Mu was practically huddled on the ground.

Bai Yuan accepted the wound medicine prescribed by the doctor and sat quietly in front of the bed to apply it to Zhou Yaren.

The medicinal powder was applied to the wound, painfully waking Zhou Yaren up; the stinging pain from biting the wound was unbearable.

"Does it hurt?" Bai Yuan stared at his thin muscles, which were taut with pain, without showing any emotion. "I mixed a few spoonfuls of salt into the medicine powder."

Zhou Yaren's face and lips were pale. Remembering the talisman ash she had mixed into her medicine powder, she thought it was a tit-for-tat exchange and said weakly, "An eye for an eye."

Li Liuyun, still lucid, glanced at Bai Yuan, who was blatantly lying, but said nothing. He had been there the whole time, but he hadn't seen her add anything to the medicine powder.

Li Liuyun remained silent, pondering what to do with his fellow disciples in the room. Should he wake them? He thought better of it. He'd fought a massive battle with "thousands of troops" last night; surviving until now was his limit. He was so exhausted he couldn't even move a finger. He couldn't care less about formalities now; he'd just make do in this guest room for a while, and think about washing and bandaging later when he had enough energy. As Li Liuyun thought this, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness knocked him awake, and he only vaguely heard Tingfengzhi mention the Bamboo Book Immortal Talisman.

Zhou Yaren handed over a three-finger-wide, curved bamboo tablet: "The bamboo scroll immortal talisman that Liu Yun found on that sorcerer when he escaped from the star array."

Bai Yuan accepted it, and the words "Yuan Shen" were engraved on it.

Zhou Yaren said, "The Bamboo Book Immortal Register is the register granted to disciples of the Fangxian Dao sect."

Bai Yuan paused, then asked, "Fang Xiandao?"

The Fangxian Dao was a group of alchemists who pursued immortality and attained the Dao. Originating in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, they were proficient in astronomy, geography, divination, medicine, and other Yin-Yang numerology techniques, and had a large following.

Bai Yuan lowered his eyes, staring at the narrow book in his hand, and heard him say: "The order and chaos of the country and the life and death of individuals have always been the two most important things that emperors and generals care about the most. Therefore, long-term stability and longevity have become the wishes of many emperors and generals."

Zhou Yaren, her forehead beaded with sweat from the pain, spoke weakly: "Therefore, these sorcerers naturally appeared beside kings and generals, divining the fate of heaven and the nation, and seeking immortality and alchemy. For example, Qin Shi Huang... In his pursuit of immortality, the First Emperor recruited many sorcerers, and the Fangxian Dao flourished especially during the Qin Dynasty. I think you are quite familiar with it, or rather, very familiar with it. After all, weren't those Fangxian Dao sorcerers who were punished by the First Emperor the ones who perished under the foundation of the Northern Qu Ghost Office?"

Bai Yuan raised his eyes.

Zhou Yaren's eyes, which were originally unable to see, met Bai Yuan's sharp gaze. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to say something else, but he racked his brains and felt that nothing he said would be appropriate.

Sure enough, the next moment, Bai Yuan spoke up: "Zhou Yaren, are you trying to trick me into talking again?"

Zhou Yaren forced a weak, bitter smile: "Indeed, before I was suspicious of you, and you were wary of me. Neither of us could let our guard down. But now... never mind, forgive my petty suspicion. You have every right to be suspicious. Let's not talk about it. I just think these two things are related. When Prince Jing'an conquered the world, he had many strategists and advisors around him. Among them, the one who was regarded as his mentor was named Yuan Can. He was the sorcerer who used the Yin Sui to try to be resurrected in the Taiyin Refining Palace."

Zhou Yaren said, "When we were at the Jingguan, I remember you mentioned that Guanlan was not burned to death because he was an old friend of the teacher who served Prince Jing'an."

"That's right."

"So Yuan Can must have coveted the Yin Sui from the very beginning, and then used the massacre to force Guan Lan to exchange the Yin Sui for the sealing order." He saved the remaining people from slaughter, but Guan Lan was strangled by the very people he had saved. Zhou Yaren vividly remembered the way Guan Lan died, and that convulsing, outstretched hand, finally hanging by the neck on the river bridge where corpses had piled up and the river had stopped flowing, dying with a grievance.

“Yuan Can helped Prince Jing’an seize Puzhou and built a Jingguan (a mound of corpses) to ward off the spirits of the enemy soldiers. He could easily have lied that the evil spirits were hard to suppress and the country was unstable. In order to secure a corner of the land, he was willing to sacrifice himself and slaughter his own people.” A strategist was adept at such schemes. Bai Yuan casually tossed the bamboo scroll on the bed and continued to rub salt into Zhou Yaren’s wounds. A mocking smile curved his lips. “After all, death is real. He can just sing a song of selfless dedication and heroic sacrifice and get what he wants.”

The powder was extremely irritating, and biting into the wound caused excruciating pain. Zhou Yaren endured it with all her might, afraid that she would let out a groan of pain if she opened her mouth. So she clenched her teeth, pursed her thin lips, and waited for a while before saying, "I am truly dead... Now, Yin Sui has fallen into Wang Xiang's hands?"

“One thing is certain: the Gu Master is Chen Ying.” Bai Yuan recounted what happened afterward, “but she didn’t admit to kidnapping Lu Bing.”

"You didn't admit it, but you didn't deny it either, right?" Zhou Yaren tried her best to sit up. "That means you admitted it."

"They've already run away, do you think you can wait to catch them?!"

Ah Cong had prepared the carriage in advance, stuffed Lu Binghe and Qin San, who was tied up, into it, and as soon as Chen Ying left the mass grave, he drove the carriage away at high speed, traveling more than ten miles before dawn.

Yin Sui was tightly wrapped in a package, which Chen Ying held close to her chest.

The carriage jolted and sped along, its pounding like her own heart, which felt as if it would leap out of her throat. They raced frantically for a while, and it wasn't until midday that Chen Ying seemed to wake from a nightmare, unable to believe that she had actually found Yin Sui.

"Ah Cong!"

Ah Cong silently whipped his horse and did not give any response.

Chen Ying lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out, unable to hide her excitement: "Ah Cong, it really is Yin Sui, it really is Yin Sui! We've been searching for over ten years, and we've finally found it!"

Lu Bing suddenly looked up at the package she was clutching tightly.

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into my lap without any effort. It's all thanks to that blind master. I knew we could count on him. The blind master left the palace specifically to get the Yin Sui." Chen Ying said contemptuously, "Emperors who hold supreme power are all afraid of death. This dog emperor of Da Duan probably also wants to find a magic pill to prolong his life."

Ah Cong used sign language to communicate with her using only one hand.

"Me? I have no such thought. There are two people in the car who would love to curse me to death."

Inside the car, one had all his tendons severed, and the other was powerless to even kill a chicken. All they could do was curse her in their hearts, wishing her a terrible death. No matter how domineering Chen Ying was, she couldn't possibly care what they were cursing her for in their hearts.

She glanced back at Lu Bing and lowered her voice to A Cong: "Now that we have the Yin Sui, find a secluded place as soon as possible."

Ah Cong nodded, holding the reins.

Chen Ying got back into the car and silently looked Lu Bing up and down for a moment. Then she leaned down and took Lu Bing's limp arm.

Qin San's heart jumped instantly. He stared intently at Chen Ying, fearing that she might suddenly have another fit of madness and cause trouble for Constable Lu.

Chen Ying was clearly in a good mood as she reached to unwrap the bandage from Lu Bing's wrist, her movements even revealing an incongruous caution.

After several days of applying medicine and bandaging, the wounds from when Ah Cong cut her wrists and severed her tendons have healed. The scars have fallen off and fresh, tender flesh has grown back. Chen Ying is very satisfied: "Not bad."

Lu Bing was gagged and couldn't speak. He watched as Chen Ying unwrapped the bandages from his hands and legs, took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from the box, and said with a smile, "A bottle of wound medicine for five taels of silver. Young Master Lu, I haven't treated you badly, have I?"

As she spoke, she scooped out a fingertip of ointment and gently applied it to Lu Bing's wrist: "I need to get you healed quickly."

Stop being so sickeningly sweet!

Can't they survive without causing trouble?!

Her fingertips, coated with ointment, traced the wound, feeling cool and refreshing like a venomous snake licking it. Lu Bing was utterly disgusted by her, his face screaming, "Don't touch me, you're bad luck!" What evil had he committed in his past life to deserve this wretch in this one? Would he finally ascend to heaven after this ordeal?

After finishing applying the paint to one hand, Chen Ying switched to the other, and smiled brightly under Lu Bing's fierce glare: "Does it look good?"

You look amazing!

Lu Bing's angry gaze was so intense he wanted to pierce her into a sieve. He couldn't understand what kind of rare creature this poisonous woman was. Shouldn't she be the monster wearing a corpse sack?

The "monster" was actually quite pretty, a typical femme fatale, with a foxy charm, and clearly not a good person.

In just a few days, Lu Bing experienced her insidious ruthlessness firsthand, and was easily angered to the point of being on the verge of a breakdown. For example, right now, this shameless and vicious woman said generously, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll show you."

Look at you, you son of a bitch!

Lu Bing closed his eyes as if he had been humiliated. If he hadn't been crippled and unable to move freely, Lu Bing would have definitely gouged out his own eyes.

Then he heard Chen Ying chuckle, and Lu Bing felt his ears were dirty.

Lu Bing's reactions always pleased her, and Chen Ying didn't know how she had developed this peculiar habit recently: "Young Master Lu."

Lu Bing pretended to be deaf.

"Officer Lu."

Lu Bing continued to feign deafness.

"Lu Bing".

Lu Bing pretended not to hear.

Chen Ying, on a whim, decided to tease him. Suddenly remembering how Old Man Lu and his grandmother addressed him, she impulsively called out, "Bing'er?"

Lu Bing trembled—no, it almost twitched. Chen Ying stared at his face, neck, and wrists, goosebumps rising rapidly. Her fierce gaze suddenly opened, as if she wanted to devour him, and even her breathing sounded like she was breathing fire.

The reaction was incredibly strong! She was practically seething with hatred!

Chen Ying suddenly burst into laughter, her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't stop: "Hahaha Lu Bing... Hahahaha... I really think... you're so funny hahahaha... especially when you're angry... no no no, when you hate me... hahahaha, that's really exciting."

Chen Ying laughed uncontrollably for a while before gradually stopping her unrestrained laughter: "I like it when other people hate me so, so, so deeply, so passionately."

Lu Bing couldn't be bothered with her. This woman was utterly insane; her enthusiasm was somehow linked to hatred. What else could it be but a madman? Lu Bing was thoroughly exasperated. He had even abandoned the idea of ​​dying together with her. He had no desire to go to the same hell with her; this venomous woman didn't deserve it! Either he died, or Chen Ying died. In any case, only one of them could live in this world. He could only hope that they would be separated forever by death!

Qin San had never seen such a crazy person before. He was both scared and heartbroken for Lu Bing, who was being tortured and tormented by Chen Ying.

"It must feel terrible to be a cripple, right?" Chen Ying squeezed Lu Bing's limp wrist; the joint was particularly prominent, and it felt a bit rough in her hand. Chen Ying then realized that Lu Bing, whom she had just lost weight, had become much thinner, but that didn't matter; being a little heavier or thinner didn't really matter. "Do you want to stand up again?"

“Oh,” Chen Ying realized he couldn’t answer, so she pulled the cloth that Lu Bing had used to gag him. “You should know that I can cripple you, or I can heal you, if you want to.”

Lu Bing's mouth was numb from being gagged, even his tongue was numb. He said coldly, "If you dare to heal me, I will kill you immediately."

"I believe you," Chen Ying asked with a smile. "Then will you let me set your meridians?"

Lu Bingdao: "I will tear you to pieces."

Chen Ying said, "You'll have to cooperate with me then."

Lu Bingdao: "Then chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

Chen Ying said, "You can't go back on your word. If something goes wrong, you'll lose your life."

Lu Bingdao said, "I guarantee that you will be reduced to ashes, not even a trace will remain."

Chen Ying was very happy: "Then it's settled."

Thus, the two, who were talking at cross purposes, reached a bizarre consensus. This strangely harmonious scene made Qin San's eyelids twitch. Chen Ying's laughter sent chills down Qin San's spine; it seemed as if rows of sharp, serrated teeth were peeking out from beneath her split red lips, ready to chew up and devour Constable Lu at any moment. In his immense terror, Qin San began to hallucinate, as if he saw the Iron Mask brandishing a sharp knife, stabbing at Constable Lu again…