Chapter 46
Deep in the Immortal Mansion, there is an underground water dungeon hidden by numerous restrictions that never sees the light of day all year round. Only the sound of cold dripping water echoes in the dead silence.
Su Chengyue walked calmly, holding an exquisite jade plate, and strolled to the darkest corner of the dungeon as if she was strolling in the garden.
"Your blood has extraordinary effects." He placed the jade plate on the stone table, his tone filled with a hint of almsgiving joy as he looked at the figure on the stone bed. "Thanks to you, Master's life is saved."
Crash—crash—
The heavy chains scraped against the cold, wet ground.
The figure on the bed slowly turned around, revealing Shen Qi's pale but still handsome face, but at this moment his lips were chapped and his eyes were filled with deep fatigue.
He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.
"I want to see him."
“…”
Su Chengyue frowned slightly, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face just right.
Shen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly: “My request is not excessive.”
Su Chengyue took in the other person's weakness and desire at the moment, and the corners of her mouth curled up in pleasure, revealing an almost cruel smile.
"Unfortunately, I don't like your attitude."
A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and a brocade-covered armchair appeared out of thin air.
Su Chengyue sat down leisurely, crossed her legs, and leisurely admired the prisoner's embarrassment.
"Want to see Master?"
His voice was playful, like cat and mouse.
"Kneel down and beg me."
The air was silent for a moment, and then the sound of chains rang out again.
Shen Qi supported his body, dragged the heavy shackles, and walked step by step to Su Chengyue.
He stood tall and straight, looking down at Su Chengyue who was sitting on the chair, his eyes as cold as a knife: "You seem to have forgotten something."
Before Su Chengyue could react, a hand with a cold, rusty smell grabbed his throat like lightning.
Chen Qi leaned over, his hot breath spraying on Su Chengyue's ear, and his voice was very low: "This broken water prison can't hold me. As long as I want, I can take Gu An away from this Nine Heavens at any time and you will never find him."
The terrifying dragon's might pressed down like a substance. Su Chengyue instantly had difficulty breathing, her face flushed red, and her hands grasped Shen Qi's wrist in vain, like an iron clamp, her eyes filled with shock and anger: "But you didn't do that! Didn't you?!"
Su Chengyue pulled hard, ripping Shen Qi's hand away. Then she grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her, almost spitting out words from between her teeth: "The reason is simple, because the medicine to save Master still needs me... It needs me, Su Chengyue! Not you, Shen Qi!!"
Thinking of what he heard from Chi Ying in the future, Shen Qi couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of pity: "Your use is only here."
He took the man's hand away and said, "You know best whether your Master's feelings are clear or not. There's no need to be so hypocritical."
Before he finished speaking, a cold murderous intent erupted from Su Chengyue.
In a flash of lightning, Shen Qi's body suddenly dodged to the side. A cold light flew past his ear, and with a clang, it fiercely nailed into the stone wall behind him, penetrating several inches.
"It's not your place to interfere in the affairs between Master and me, a beast like you!!"
Almost at the same time, a black whip wrapped in dark spiritual power, with a sharp scream that tore through the air, attacked Shen Qimianmen like a poisonous snake.
Shen Qi's eyes became fierce, and instead of retreating, he advanced, raised his hand and accurately grasped the whip tip, and the two powerful forces were instantly deadlocked.
Su Chengyue gritted her teeth and tensed her arm muscles, trying to regain control of the whip.
Shen Qi's fingers were as hard as iron, gripping the whip tightly, not moving at all.
The only sounds in the dungeon were heavy breathing and the harsh friction of chains being pulled by huge forces.
The stalemate lasted for a full cup of tea.
In the end, the two of them retreated almost at the same time.
"Bang!"
“Crash—”
The huge recoil force made both of them take several steps back, and the cold water splashed on their clothes.
Su Chengyue was panting, with murderous intent in her eyes, but she raised her hand and the dagger nailed to the wall and the long whip in Shen Qi's hand turned into streams of light and flew back into her sleeves.
He straightened his slightly disheveled robe, then walked to the stone table as if nothing had happened and threw the dagger he had just used to assassinate onto the wooden plate.
"Your blood can indeed slow down the loss of Master's body functions, but it's only a temporary solution."
Su Chengyue's tone was calm, as if the life-and-death struggle just now had never happened.
Shen Qi sneered inwardly, but his expression had returned to its calm state: "What else do you need me to do?"
Su Chengyue picked up the knife, pointed the tip at Shen Qi's chest, and grinned: "The effect of the medicine needs to be strengthened. From today on, I will increase the daily bowl from one to two bowls. Please contribute another half bowl of essence and blood."
This knife has a strange shape, and a dark red ominous light flows around it. It is used by Su Chengyue to draw blood from Shen Qi.
Seeing Shen Qi roll up his sleeves, revealing his wrists with new and old scars.
Su Chengyue's lips curled up with joy, and she moved the knife forward a little: "Please."
Shen Qi picked up the knife and slashed it against the side of his wrist.
The dark red blade hummed excitedly, greedily devouring his vitality like a living thing, and blood flowed into the jade bowl below.
As the liquid in the bowl gradually filled half of the bowl, Shen Qi's face turned as pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
The dragon race has a strong recovery ability, but it cannot withstand daily bloodletting. The scar on the side of the wrist has not healed completely, and another one has appeared.
Su Chengyue looked at the dragon blood that was gradually filling up and emitting powerful vitality with satisfaction, and glanced at Shen Qi, who was swaying and weak due to excessive blood loss, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.
"Thanks for your hard work."
He picked up the jade tray, his voice filled with false respect.
"On behalf of Master, I would like to thank you for saving my life."
After saying that, Su Chengyue no longer looked at Chen Qi. With a wild laugh, he turned around and disappeared into the dark tunnel of the water prison.
A heavy silence fell again.
Shen Qi, who had just bled, felt dizzy before his eyes. He stumbled back onto the cold stone bed and collapsed heavily.
The newly added wound on the wrist was burning with pain, as if countless poisonous ants were gnawing at it. Even the dragon's self-healing power was suppressed by the evil energy of the knife.
Shen Qi subconsciously thought that he was in the form of a dragon, and habitually raised his hand to lick the wound, but only touched the cold shackles.
Consciousness gradually blurred in the severe pain and weakness.
Gu An is over there...
Or did you come back with him?
As the amount of blood given increased, Shen Qi's body gradually became overwhelmed.
In the following days, he was awake less and less, and sometimes he would even sleep for the whole day. When he woke up occasionally, he would find that the hideous wound on his wrist had been carefully applied with ointment and properly bandaged with a clean bandage.
This was definitely not done by Su Chengyue. Shen Qi knew in his heart that the person who quietly lent a helping hand could only be the masked boy who came to take blood on behalf of Su Chengyue.
The time for blood collection the next day.
This time, Shen Qiqiang managed to hold on and not fall asleep.
He leaned against the cold stone wall, watching the thin figure walk in silently.
The boy skillfully picked up the short blade and watched the blood flow into the bowl.
Neither of them said a word during the entire process.
Until the young man finished taking blood and took out ointment and bandages as usual, preparing to treat his wound, Shen Qi suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse due to weakness: "What's the matter with the wound on your wrist?"
The young man's fingers trembled violently, and he quickly retracted them into his sleeves. His voice was filled with caution: "Don't worry, sir."
Shen Qi didn't ask any further questions, but forced a pale smile: "I think you look familiar, have we met somewhere?"
The young man's body tensed up when he heard this. He raised his hand to touch his face, confirming that the cold, hard mask was firmly covering it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When I was young, I was in a fire and my face was completely destroyed. It is extremely ugly. I believe you must have seen it wrongly."
After saying this, he didn’t dare to look at Shen Qi again, and hurriedly bandaged his wound, picked up the jade plate and was about to flee.
"Wait." Shen Qi's voice came from behind him.
The young man paused, but did not look back.
After everyone left, the smile on Shen Qi's face slowly faded.
After a moment, he raised his hand and waved it lightly, setting up a barrier and opening the note in his hand.
There were four words written on it: I have lost my memory.
The note burned in his palm.
Shen Qi lowered his eyelashes, not knowing what he was thinking.
For the next period of time, this young man came to get blood for him.
The number of notes Shen Qi burned was increasing.
Finally one day, when the young man stepped into the water dungeon again, Shen Qi, who had been prepared, suddenly stood up, regardless of the heavy chains and the weakness of his body, and hugged the man tightly in his arms.
The body in his arms instantly stiffened like stone.
Shen Qi sniffed the familiar fragrance between the boy's hair, and the worries and anxieties of the past few days suddenly flooded into his heart, and his eyes became uncontrollably hot and sore.
"No matter who you are now..." His voice was very gentle, "You are still my little treasure."
Shen Qi hugged the stiff body in his arms tighter, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones and blood.
"Seeing that you are fine, I feel relieved."
The person in his arms seemed to be startled by the sudden hug and affectionate address, and after a while, he spoke hesitantly, his voice muffled in Shen Qi's chest.
“Um…are you Shen Qi?”
Shen Qi slowly loosened his arms, but still held the boy's shoulders with both hands. He looked deeply into the eyes behind the other's mask and nodded: "Do you still remember who you are?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and slowly took off the mask on his face.
As the mask was peeled off, his thin figure and blurry face rippled like water, gradually becoming solid and clear, and finally turning into the appearance of an adult.
"Su Chengyue said my name is Gu An, and I'm his master." Gu An looked at Chen Qi, his brows knitted in confusion, as if trying to recall something, "But I feel something is wrong. My face looks familiar, but the name Gu An makes me feel very repulsive. Perhaps..."
Shen Qi said slowly: "You are Tang An."
"Tang An?" Gu An repeated the name subconsciously.
Shen Qi said “hmm”.
Gu An chewed it over in his mind over and over again, and all of a sudden, an indescribable sense of familiarity and belonging surged into his heart like a tide, washing away the false fog in his mind.
"Then..." Gu An wanted to grab something eagerly, and reached out to hold Shen Qi's hand, but unexpectedly touched the other's wound that had not yet healed.
"Ugh." Shen Qi cried out in pain.
Gu An lowered his head, his gaze falling on Shen Qi's wrist, which was being covered in layers of bandages and stained with purple marks.
He suddenly thought of the color that could never be integrated into the medicine delivered to him every day, which was purple.
Gu An had a guess in his mind.
This speculation made him feel creepy.
"The bowl of medicine I drink every day..."
Gu An took a step back suddenly: "Could it be your blood?!"
Shen Qi pursed his pale lips and did not answer, but this heavy silence itself was the most conclusive answer.
Gu An's face instantly turned pale as paper, his stomach churning. He covered his mouth with both hands and asked, "Can I vomit here?"
Shen Qi was stunned for a moment, looked at the wet and dirty ground, then looked at his empty hands, and held his hands to the other person’s mouth: “There is no container here, how about you spit here?”
Gu An: “…”
"Forget it." He suppressed the churning stomach acid, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, "If you spit it out, your blood will be wasted."
Looking at the other person's painful expression of wanting to vomit but not daring to, and finally having to swallow it down, Shen Qi couldn't help but laugh: "As expected of you, Tang An."
If Gu An knew the truth, he would probably rather die than accept this method of prolonging his life, and he would never say that vomiting blood would be in vain.
Gu An didn't quite understand his funny point. He just thought that since this man could still laugh after losing so much blood, he might have a brain injury.
He patted his chest, his eyes sweeping across the eerie and cold water dungeon, and said seriously, "Have you seriously considered what I told you on the note?"
Shen Qi wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes: "You said escape?"
Gu An nodded vigorously: "Although I have lost my memory, I am not stupid. Su Chengyue said that I should rest, but in fact it was a disguised house arrest. I was grateful to him for saving me before, and I also thought that he really treated me well, but now..."
He looked at the injury on Shen Qi's wrist with a complicated expression.
"Seeing you like this, I realized that it was you who saved me all along. And to achieve his goal, he imprisoned you in a place like this, tortured you, and extracted your blood. What kind of thing is this? This is a complete violation of..."
Some broken images suddenly flashed through Gu An's mind.
The solemn palace and the cold laws symbolize the scales of justice...
He paused, his tone more resolute: "Anyway, I must leave here."
Gu An held Shen Qi's arm tightly, his eyes burning with unprecedented determination.
"I want to regain my memory quickly. I've been having strange dreams lately. In my dreams, there's a man who looks a lot like you, but he has short hair and wears strange clothes. He keeps blaming me for forgetting him."
As he spoke, a hint of sadness appeared on Gu An's face, and his voice became lower and lower.
"...I want to know who he is."
“I always felt that he was very important to me.”
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