A faint trace of divine power in the blood was quickly absorbed by the body, repairing the broken body. Fulu felt that his limbs had barely regained some strength. He quickly pushed the woman away and sneered: "What else do you want from me?"
"You've ruined me like this. I can't live or die. Cheng Ge, what else do you want?!"
She wept bitterly, staring at Xihe with hatred. What did she mean by 'taking him to find the antlers'? This woman had gone to great lengths to find him. She must have heard some news and thought he was still profitable!
Fu Lu struggled to throw off the quilt and get out of bed. Even if he died or rotted in the mud, he would never help her!
Bang, the whole person fell to the ground in a mess.
Xihe frowned as she watched. She sighed and walked forward to grab the man and said, "I don't want anything this time." Just then they arrived at the inn, and regardless of his struggles, they dragged him up to the inn.
Fu Lu was filled with anger and hatred, but in the end, all of it turned into powerlessness, and his broken heart was once again filled with despair.
Xihe only heard a muffled groan. When she realized something was wrong, blood slowly seeped from the corner of Fulu's mouth. His tired eyes showed satisfaction, but his eyes were full of despair. He opened his bloody mouth and laughed silently: Cheng Ge, I will never let you get what you want even if I die.
Xihe stared blankly, subconsciously relaxing the strength of his hands, and Fulu fell to the ground powerlessly.
The dirty old beggar fell to the ground, his chest heaving slightly, and there was no will to live on his old face. A huge sorrow enveloped him, and the heaven and earth seemed to be sad with him. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the doors and windows shook violently.
The people thought it was going to rain and cried excitedly to the sky, but the wind stopped after a while.
Xihe stared blankly, his throat blocked and unable to speak. He finally realized how much harm the original owner had done to Fulu, and no amount of sweet words would be of any use.
She calmed herself down, walked slowly to his side, knelt on one knee, slowly leaned over, picked him up and held him tightly in her arms: "Fulu, trust me again, for the last time." She wiped the blood from his mouth with trembling hands, but the more she wiped, the more blood there was.
Xihe panicked and quickly called Alu to call a doctor. Alu responded and hurried away.
Fulu closed his eyes in boredom.
The doctor came very slowly, took only one look, and shook his head, saying, "The root of the tongue is bitten off and cannot be cured." He wrote a prescription to stop the bleeding and left. He even charged a consultation fee of two hundred taels, which made Ah Lu so angry that she cursed the doctor for being unkind.
Xihe frowned and said, "Go and boil the medicine."
A Lu glanced at the old beggar lying on the bed, his life or death unknown, and felt depressed, so he went out.
The room became quiet, and the thick curtains blocked the scorching sun, making it a little cooler. She took out a dagger, cut her hand, and let the blood drip into the bowl. She brought it to Fulu's lips. Fulu kept his lips tightly closed. Xihe pinched his chin and poured the blood in as she did today.
Fulu opened his eyes and glared at her with hatred, his teeth clenched tightly.
Xihe met his eyes, suddenly picked up the bowl and drank it, then lowered her head and put her lips against his.
Fu Lu's eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth to call her "insolent", but Xihe took advantage of the situation and used the tip of his tongue to pry open his teeth and pour all the blood into him. Fu Lu immediately tried to push him away, but Xihe turned over and held down his limbs. Fu Lu's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.
His throat was blocked and his mouth was full of blood. He swallowed uncontrollably, and blood flowed from his lips to his neck.
The tiny amount of divine power was absorbed by his body, and the pain from his bitten tongue gradually subsided. Fulu's limbs gradually regained strength... Xihe grabbed his hand and said fiercely: "What, you still want to die? Hang yourself? Slit your wrists? Or commit suicide by disembowelment?"
Fulu pursed his lips and his eyes were red.
Xihe leaned forward and said, "Fulu, you can't die at all, stop struggling."
Fulu's face changed color instantly, and his sharp eyes like a knife wanted to skin her alive. She, why did she even know this!
Xihe curled his lips, and his clear voice was like a ghost that was haunting the soul and asking for life: "You can try it. Is it faster for me to bleed faster, or for you to commit suicide more easily?"
Fulu's eyes turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth.
"Cheng Ge!"
However, what came out was an unclear sound.
Xihe wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes gentle, but the words he spoke were extremely vicious: "I have found a temporary solution to the drought, but if you dare to do this again, I will let them go before you."
Fu Lu was stunned. Xihe let go of him, turned over, turned around and strode out of the room.
Fulu only heard her tell the waiter: "Prepare some water."
The name of the inn is 'Yue Lai Inn', one of the largest inns in Dian Cang Country. Even so, the resources stored in the years of famine and drought are not many. If Xihe was not the owner of the inn, he would not be able to get a bucket of clean bath water even if he killed the waiter.
Fu Lu soaked in the water, and the cool water washed away the heat. He paused, picked up the handkerchief and began to wash.
The sun was blazing brightly overhead, and the streets were deserted. Seeing his host's pale face and injured hand, the innkeeper, Liu, was horrified. "Host, your hand! I'll go get a doctor right away..."
“No need.”
Xihe put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Is the guest room I asked you to prepare ready?"
Shopkeeper Liu nodded hurriedly: "Everything has been prepared as you ordered. The food and bath water will be ready as soon as you arrive."
Xihe nodded: "Very good, please pick up the person when he arrives later, and don't be negligent." Manager Liu naturally responded quickly, and Xihe waved his hand and let him go and do his work.
The table became quiet. Xihe looked out the window and drank tea intermittently.
She woke up half a month ago. At that time, the original owner was discussing with her confidants whether to raise the price of grain further to make money from the national crisis. She immediately said that she had a headache and would discuss it tomorrow. After she accepted the memory and understood the current predicament of Dian Cang Kingdom, she scolded the original owner for being "inhumane" and asked everyone to lower the price of grain the next day.
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