Chapter 266 A good appetizer (3)
The black stream flowed through every corner of the town, and finally merged into one stream, running silently out of the town and flowing into the carriage parked at the foot of the twelve towering mountains.
One of the dark figures pulled off his mask. It was Dai Ming, Li Zhiyan's wife's younger brother. He knocked lightly three times on the carriage wall, the muffled sound echoing through the dead air. Li Zhiyan, who was sitting alone in the carriage with Fei Han, opened his eyes and bowed deeply to Fei Han.
"Please, Immortal, take action."
Fei Han flicked his waist, took out an ordinary gray cloth medicine bag, and suddenly threw it out of the window.
The medicine bag turned into a dark light and disappeared in Guhu Town.
Dai Ming walked to his sister's carriage, looked back at Guhu Town as if he remembered something, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he stepped into the carriage.
The moon was setting in the east, and in the quiet night before dawn, a series of coughs suddenly rang out.
“Cough, cough…”
"Cough cough! Cough cough!"
"cough!"
Ma Xinghua rolled off the bed. Before she could even open her eyes, she felt a soft puff of liquid spurt from her throat. She felt completely exhausted, and a constant itch welled up in her throat. When she forced her eyes open, she saw her body covered in white fluff.
Could it be that I've also contracted the phthisis from taking care of patients all day? Ma Xinghua's heart tightened. White flocs kept oozing out of her mouth, and she could only cough to get them out, otherwise the flocs would get stuck in her throat and she would suffocate to death.
"Cough, cough!"
Ma Xinghua's hands were weak. He wanted to prop himself up and sit back on the bed, but his hands slipped away again and again. Finally, he was almost exhausted and could only lie on the ground, gasping for breath.
This time, Xu's illness came back so suddenly and violently that she opened her eyes and looked at the medicine box in front of the bed, but she was too weak to lift her hands.
The flying catkins fluttered up like fine snow and then fell down in a flurry. Before I knew it, the moon seemed to have come out, and the moonlight shone on the white catkins, which were pure and beautiful.
Am I going to die?
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Bang!"
While she was half conscious, she heard a series of coughs outside the door, followed by a crash. This ominous crash woke Ma Xinghua up, and in a trance, she saw the face of her master, Ruan Chudie.
"Get up! The patient is still here, and the doctor cannot fall down."
Ma Xinghua slowly clenched her hands, catching a handful of white fluff. Before she knew it, the fluff had spread across the room, as smooth as a velvet blanket. Using this softness, she slowly clasped her hands against the gaps between the tiles. Gritting her teeth and exerting herself, she finally slid to the edge of the bed. With great effort, she raised her arms and hooked them onto the side straps of the medicine box.
"Cough, cough!"
A series of coughs erupted from her throat. Ma Xinghua slung the medicine box over her elbow and once again moved towards the door. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt she was moving more easily.
The door was ajar. Someone opened it, perhaps seeking help, but collapsed in front of it. Ma Xinghua coughed repeatedly, his fingers gripping the door tightly as he struggled to open it.
"Ah! Que'er...?"
Ma Xinghua's vision was blurred, and flying catkins cling to her eyelashes, but she could still recognize the fallen person.
Du Que'er was breathing with difficulty, her whole body pale and buried in the white fluff. She seemed to feel Ma Xinghua's gaze, she raised her head with difficulty, and half of her face was covered with white fluff.
"Sister, save my aunt..."
This was the only thing that kept Du Que'er going. After she finished speaking, she lowered her head dejectedly and stopped breathing.
"Ahem, Que'er, Que'er," Ma Xinghua was at a loss. He wanted to reach out and hold Du Que'er's face, but what he touched was a piece of white fluff.
Brushing away the white fluff, there was still white fluff. Half of Du Que'er's face seemed stained by countless white fluffs. She was already pale, and her plain clothes were even whiter. Only her jet-black hair flowed among the flying fluff, like a half-sewn human-shaped cotton doll.
Ma Xinghua finally held Du Que'er's face in his arms, with thin threads of white fluff connecting the broken neck to Du Que'er's peaceful sleeping face.
Half of Du Que'er's body turned into flying catkins, and it broke apart with a slight pull of the head.
"Cough, cough!"
Ma Xinghua wanted to cry, but only white fluff fell. She wanted to call out Du Que'er's name, but her coughing interrupted her voice.
There must be hope, there must be hope. Ma Xinghua muttered to himself almost hypnotically, turning back to pull out the medicine box, but saw it buried in the white fluff.
Her legs had long since turned into white fluff, so she found it easy to move her body.
Gradually, her arms lost the feeling of Du Que'er's weight. She lowered her head and saw that her arms had also turned into flying catkins. Du Que'er's head sank into the soft white catkins and gently rolled away.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Master, Que'er... everyone.
I have disappointed you.
The last piece of white snow flew down from the corner of his eye. Ma Xinghua closed his eyes and scattered in the pile of white fluff.
A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, picking up a few strands of snow-white snow, which floated gently out of the courtyard gate. Sometimes they rose high under the waning moon, and sometimes they flew low across the street.
The white fluff piled up in the rooms seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness. It leaked out from the cracks in the doors and windows, fell to the ground, and was blown up by the wind, slowly filling the alley.
“Woo——”
The clouds on the twelve towering mountains dispersed unconsciously, and a snow-white moon shadow fell to the east, wailing like a song, floating over Guhu Town. It was Xumu.
The cat's hooves flashed, and it landed on the roof, looking down at the street covered with white fluff. Its eyes, which were hollow and without pearls, were filled with crystal tears.
It is crying, crying for its otherness, crying for human death.
A figure flashed in the distance, and Fei Han raised the magic weapon "Kindness" in his hand. The glass mirror in the black stone plate shone on the crying Xumu. Xumu raised her head and wailed, wanting to escape, but it was too late.
The twelve towering mountains were its domain. By weeping for Guhu Town, it had abandoned its own safe haven. Xumu transformed into a faint ray of light, falling directly into the mirror on the plate.
Fei Han put away his kindness, stepped onto the carriage, and shouted sternly, "Let's go!"
Whips flew, and the carriage sped away from the Twelve Cloud-Rising Mountains. In the distance, in Guhu Town, several trading houses lit up. A ray of light appeared on the horizon, signaling dawn.
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