Chapter 155 Get out! Get out!
Chapter 155 Get out! Get out! All of you!
"I won't save him!" Fang Rushi turned her head away: "Where did you get this? Put it back where you found it!"
Fang was resolute.
Wang Sumo said softly, "The caravan has left, and we can't bring them back."
Fang Ru looked at her angrily: "Then find a place to bury him."
Wang Sumo: "..."
Fang Rushi declared confidently, "I won't save them, I definitely won't!"
—Behind the carriage, Duan Wuheng and Huo Ling respectively played the roles of Fang Rushi and Wang Sumo for everyone to see.
Jiang Yutang has a big head; they've become a pair of clowns.
"Who is this Lu Wenqu?" Zhao Tong asked.
Jiang Yutang looked at him.
Everyone knows that Zhao Tong is the least curious person in the entire Bazhenlou restaurant. Apart from being the sous chef, he doesn't ask a single question.
Zhao Tong asked on behalf of Bai Cen.
Sure enough, everyone's eyes turned to Bai Cen.
"Why are you looking at me?" Bai Cen blinked.
Everyone: "..."
Everyone turned around and fell silent.
"Old Qu, do you know this Lu Wenqu?" Old Master Weng asked.
The old man said calmly, "I don't know him, but I've heard the maid mention him. Lu Wenqu came to Bazhenlou earlier than me."
"ah?!"
Everyone was stunned. Lu Wenqu had stayed at the Eight Treasures Restaurant for a period of time?!
Even before the old man?
"So, Lu Wenqu has known the boss for longer than you have, even longer than the old man?" Jiang Yutang asked in surprise.
The old man nodded: "Not bad."
Zhao Tong coughed lightly and continued to ask, "If you hadn't arrived at Bazhenlou by then, would Bazhenlou only have the owner and this Lu Wenqu?"
Without a second thought, the old man nodded again: "Yes."
Everyone glanced subtly at Bai Cen: →_→
Bai Cen: ←_←
The old man continued, "It must have happened a long time ago. At that time, the girl had not been driving the Bazhenlou restaurant for very long when she met Lu Wenqu on the way. The Bazhenlou restaurant is quite large and its operation is complicated. It is not an easy task for one person to drive such a large restaurant. Lu Wenqu happened to have stayed at the Bazhenlou restaurant for quite a while, helping the girl and taking care of the restaurant."
Everyone: "..."
"So what happened to him later?" Duan Wuheng asked.
The old man said, "Like the girl, Lu Wenqu was also searching all over the world for something, so the two had the same goal. Lu Wenqu stayed at Bazhenlou for a long time. Later, the two went to different places and parted ways. There is a lamp in Bazhenlou that Lu Wenqu gave to her before she left."
"Then perhaps it's been many years since we last met?" Old Master Weng asked curiously.
Many years ago, it was my childhood.
Tsk tsk, they met in their youth and traveled together again. Old Master Weng was worried for Bai Cen.
“After all this time, it’s no wonder the boss recognized me at a glance,” Duan Wuheng said with emotion. “I can tell the boss was quite worried.”
Bai Cen: "..."
Just one glance?
He and Lao Zhao had been moving people out for so long, and it wasn't until they were about to leave that someone came up, reached out and lifted their hair to take a look. At first, they didn't recognize them, but later they did.
Bai Cen blinked.
"That was several years ago. He was still a boy then. It's been so long, he must have changed a lot by now," Jiang Yutang sighed.
She looked at the old man and said softly, "No, they just met not long ago."
Everyone: "!!!"
I've never heard my employer mention it!
The old man continued, "The Eight Treasures Pavilion has always had a rule of not visiting customers, but the girl still went to Qingyun Manor last time."
The old man suddenly said this.
Zhao Tong and the others looked at each other, wondering what this had to do with Lu Wenqu.
But Bai Cen understood: "Because Lu Wenqu is at Qingyun Manor?"
Bai Cen was surprised, but with Bai Cen's suggestion, everyone else understood.
Good heavens!
It turns out that the master went to Qingyun Manor because of Lu Wenqu, and the master changed all the rules for Lu Wenqu.
The relationship between these two, well...
Cough cough cough!
Immediately, there was a burst of light coughing all around, even Old Master Weng was no exception.
Everyone looked at the old man, as if to say, "That's enough, stop talking..."
Bai Cen reached out and gently pinched his chin, saying calmly, "No wonder. I was wondering what she was doing at Qingyun Manor. Turns out there was another reason."
He genuinely believed it was because of Master He.
Bai Cen took a deep breath; Wang Sumo had this kind of personality.
Not to mention Lu Wenqu, Wang Sumo would go to any of them if they were trapped in Qingyun Manor: the old man, the old man Qu, him, Lao Zhao, Yu Tang, or even Duan Wuheng.
Although the boss is usually a gentle and kind girl, well, not exactly gentle and kind, sometimes she can be a bit...
No, most of the time he's rather assertive.
That's not quite right. She's not exactly domineering, but rather kind, rational, intelligent, and gentle...
It's not exactly mild either.
Anyway, it's just... very special...
Thinking of this, Bai Cen couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
Surroundings: "..."
Oh no, Xiaobai seems to have lost her mind! She looks completely off!
Why did I suddenly start laughing for no reason?
Where's the humor?!
He must have been provoked...
Jiang Yutang frowned slightly, his head spinning, and coughed twice before saying, "I'm going to feed the white tiger cubs."
Grandpa Weng followed, saying, "I'll go too. I'll have to wait here for a while until I finish feeding them. Then I'll lead those three goats to graze."
The old man nodded and followed.
Duan Wuheng leaned closer to Huo Ling: "Shall we continue listening?"
Huo Ling felt that although Duan Wuheng could be annoying at times, getting into trouble with him seemed more fun: "Let's go!"
Only Zhao Tong and Bai Cen remained.
By the time Bai Cen realized what was happening, everyone around had dispersed, leaving only Old Zhao.
Zhao Tong patted him on the shoulder, and Bai Cen turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Tong paused for a moment. Those "clear" eyes, filled with "longing," probably meant that nothing was wrong and everyone else had misunderstood. Zhao Tong smiled and said, "Everyone, disperse and go about your own business."
Zhao Tong also went to inspect the carriage.
I don't know how long I'll be staying here, but since I have nothing else to do right now, it's good to check the carriage.
Everyone else dispersed, and Zhao Tong followed along. They checked the carriage together, and the two of them were opposite each other.
Bai Cen: "Have you seen Lu Wenqu's wounds?"
Zhao Tong: "I've seen it. The wound is rather unusual; it's not from an ordinary weapon, it looks like..."
Zhao Tong frowned, leaned out from the side of the carriage, and looked at Bai Cen opposite him: "It looks like a ghost head stick."
Bai Cen also poked his head out: "What's a ghost head stick?"
He seemed to have never heard of it.
Zhao Tongdao: "The ghost head club is a special weapon. It is an iron bar with a gap carved out at the top. The edge of the gap is serrated. If an ordinary spiked club hits you, it will cause a wound. But if a ghost head club hits you, the flesh will sink into the serrated gap and be torn off."
Bai Cen: "..."
Bai Cen gasped: "Such a bizarre weapon?"
Just hearing about it is cruel.
Zhao Tong continued, "The Ghost Head Cudgel belongs to a sect in the south called the Ten Suns Sect. This sect is very mysterious, and I guess Old Master Weng knows more about it. The Ghost Head Cudgel is the weapon of the Ten Suns Sect, and seeing the Ghost Head Cudgel is not a good thing."
"The Rakshasa Alliance had clashed with them before, and it took a lot of effort to resolve the situation. But in reality, it was because they didn't want to get involved anymore. This group is acting mysteriously, and they definitely have their own purposes. In short, wherever the Ghost Head Staff appears, there will be bloodshed."
Although Zhao Tong finished speaking calmly, it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.
Zhao Tong continued to inspect the carriage.
Demon head club, demon head club...
Bai Cen murmured a few times in his mind, then looked down and met Zhao Tong, who was inspecting the underside of the carriage, through a gap: "Hey, Lao Zhao, do you think that Netherworld Messenger we saw in Bewitching Town last time was also a ghost?"
Zhao Tong: "..."
Zhao Tong was surprised, not expecting him to bring this up, but it was true: "That's right, they're all ghosts."
"Perhaps they're all ghosts from the same family?" Bai Cen murmured.
Zhao Tong paused slightly, then looked at Bai Cen. It wasn't impossible; in fact, it was highly likely...
The Underworld Messenger, the Ghost Head Staff—it sounds like something from a certain place.
Bai Cen sighed softly, "They really have all bumped into each other. Perhaps the mysteries of Bewitching Town that haven't been solved yet are about to be solved."
A fleeting image flashed through Bai Cen's mind.
When he was a child, his senior brother wore a mask with a blue face and fangs, which frightened him so much that he stood frozen in place. His senior brother slowly took off the mask and looked at him with a cold expression: "Does it look good, Ah Cen?"
He shook his head: "It doesn't look good."
The senior brother smiled and said, "Kids are afraid of these things, but it's so cute..."
Because he was young, he didn't understand much and couldn't remember clearly what his senior brother said at that time.
But because I was really frightened by that blue-faced, fanged mask, it left a deep impression on me, so I still occasionally think of it nowadays.
"The carriage is fine." Zhao Tong propped himself up and then patted the dust off his hands.
Bai Cen also got up and saw from afar that Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng were still lying on the carriage, eavesdropping on Wang Sumo and Fang Rushi's conversation.
Zhao Tong also noticed: "The two of them seem to enjoy being together."
Bai Cen smiled: "It's fine."
Behind the carriage, Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng kept their ears perked up, eavesdropping at eye level for fear of being discovered.
Fang Ru was displeased: "I said I won't treat it! I only treat difficult and complicated diseases, and this guy's isn't one of those!"
Wang Sumo continued, "He was being chased and he passed out."
Fang Ru said calmly, "He lost two pieces of flesh and fainted from blood loss. If he's lucky, he'll pull through and we'll find a doctor to take a look at him. If he's unlucky, he won't make it. So be it."
Wang Sumo had a headache: "..."
Fang Ru muttered, "Don't even think about getting me to save anyone else. I'm not saving anyone!"
Fang Rushi raised her hand, which still had two fingers left: "I wouldn't save them even if you chopped them both off! Humph!"
After the first round of negotiations failed, Fang upheld his principles.
Duan Wuheng whispered, "He wouldn't really not save me, would he?"
Huo Ling shook his head. He didn't know either. He only knew that the old man had asked Fang Ru to treat his illness. He didn't know that Fang Ru didn't treat people easily.
But Wang Sumo seemed in no hurry at all, with his arms crossed, still waiting in the same spot.
one two three……
Fang Rushi, who had just upheld her principles, turned back, annoyed, and said, "There's medicine in the box, including a muscle-regenerating powder. First, clean his wound with the medicine, then use a hot knife tip to cut away the rotten flesh, then apply hemostatic medicine, drain the pus, apply the muscle-regenerating powder, and finally bandage it with gauze. It's all in there. Do it yourself, I don't care."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
Wang Sumo smiled to herself, her sharp tongue masking a soft heart...
Wang Sumo went to open his box.
Muscle-regenerating powder, hemostatic drugs, pus draining agents, gauze...
As Wang Sumo searched, he said, "Come out and help."
Duan Wuheng and Huo Ling: !!!
The two looked at each other, stared at each other blankly, and then shrugged.
Then Wang Sumo continued, "I'm talking about the two of you. Stop looking at each other and come out."
Duan Wuheng: "..."
Huo Ling: "..."
Huo Ling: [But she clearly didn't turn around. How come she seems to have eyes in the back of her head?]
Duan Wuheng: [She's the boss~]
"Even if I don't have eyes in the back of my head, I know you two are eavesdropping. Stop discussing it and come help me," Wang Sumo's voice came.
Both of them sighed, then shrugged helplessly and stepped forward one after the other.
They were the ones who eavesdropped first.
"What are we supposed to do?" Duan Wuheng asked curiously. In fact, at Bazhenlou, Duan Wuheng was the one who didn't pick and choose jobs and was enthusiastic about doing things.
But Huo Ling was different: "But none of us do."
Wang Sumo turned around and said gently, "I'll get it soon."
Duan Wuheng and Huo Ling looked at each other and took a deep breath.
Wang Sumo took the medicine to where Lu Wenqu was lying, and Duan Wuheng tugged at Huo Ling's sleeve, urging him to come forward as well.
Lu Wenqu had used scent-absorbing spices on himself, so the smell of blood wasn't too strong; but when Wang Sumo lifted the cloth covering him, suddenly, a strong smell of blood, especially the hideous wounds, came into view, and Duan Wuheng and Huo Ling couldn't help but shiver.
Duan Wuheng is in a better position.
Previously in the town of Bewitching Souls, he had seen many strange people being eaten by hungry wolves and piranhas.
Therefore, Duan Wuheng is better than Huo Ling.
Huo Ling turned away immediately, then bit her lip: "I can't do it, I'll go find someone to help me."
Duan Wuheng had just opened his mouth when he said, "Hey!"
Wang Sumo said gently, "No need, Duan Duan, you can help me."
Duan Wuheng suddenly realized that his employer had only wanted his help, but Huo Ling had pride. If his employer hadn't asked him at all, Huo Ling would have thought about it for a long time.
But when the owner called him over, he didn't feel offended.
On the contrary, because they have seen it and know that they cannot do it, they will leave without getting angry.
The employer actually took good care of Huo Ling.
"I'm here!" Duan Wuheng stepped forward.
Wang Sumo had already briefly examined the wounds; there was excessive bleeding, and many wounds were covered in pus, which was also stuck to his clothes and fabric. That's why Fang Rushi said she would first clean the wounds with medicine, and then cut away the necrotic tissue.
"Light the torch and heat up the tips of the dagger and scissors," Wang Sumo instructed.
"Okay." Duan Wuheng did as instructed.
Beside her, Wang Sumo carefully examined the blood clots stuck to her clothes. Some were deep, some were shallow, some could be torn apart, and some required scissors.
While Wang Sumo was examining the scissors closely, Duan Wuheng lit the oil lamp with a tinderbox. The oil lamp was made of Fang Rushi, and the flame on the lamp quickly heated the tip of the scissors.
Duan Wuheng handed it to Wang Sumo: "Master, it's ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain on the carriage was lifted, revealing that the person who had entered was Bai Cen.
Duan Wuheng exclaimed in surprise: "Brother Bai Cen?"
Bai Cen nodded, then looked at Wang Sumo: "Huo Ling came to me and asked me to help."
Huo Ling really did go to find someone.
I guess he didn't want to tell Ding Bo, He Zhen, and Qing Wu, so he called Bai Cen directly; or maybe he'd been getting close to Bai Cen these past couple of days, so he asked Bai Cen for help.
Bai Cen spotted the person lying on the carriage and the scissors in Duan Wuheng's hand. Bai Cen said gently, "Let me do it."
Wang Sumo blinked.
Bai Cen picked up the scissors and said gently, "Leave this kind of thing to me. I'm just a handyman."
Wang Sumo glanced at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Boss, I'll lift this up and cut it with scissors. You can use gauze soaked in medicine to clean it," Bai Cen instructed.
Wang Sumo smiled and said, "No need."
Bai Cen looked at her: "???"
Wang Sumo crossed her arms, confidently stating, "Really, there's no need..."
Bai Cen frowned in confusion.
Just as Wang Sumo was about to speak, the curtain was suddenly flung open with a "whoosh," and Fang Rushi, who had returned with a displeased expression, shouted, "Get out! Get out! All of you, get out!"
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Wang Sumo shrugged; she knew it.
[Author's Note]
Fang Rushi: I'm so angry! I'm so angry!
Wang Sumo: ╮（￣▽￣）╭
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Merry Christmas! I'll be giving out red envelopes tonight, and again tomorrow at midnight! Let's do it together!
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