Chapter 56 The Corpse Water Ghost Jiang Yu is his medicine.
His four eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was burning hot. Shen Jiuxu watched as the man's body gradually curled up into a round ball, and his sharp claws grabbed his ankle.
He then opened his mouth, revealing a set of fangs, and bit down on Shen Jiuxu.
With a clang, the sword struck the man, who rolled several meters before being stopped by trees.
Thank you.
Shen Jiuxu said politely that he never expected Xian Chenjian to make the first move. It seems that next time he complains to Jiang Yu, he can embellish the story a little less.
To avoid the sword being wronged again.
"What's this? You are, after all, the master's person. No one but him and me can bully you, otherwise I'll get scolded when the master wakes up. He scolded me before because I didn't protect you well." After saying this, Xian Chen remembered that Shen Jiuxu had lost his memory and didn't remember any of this.
"Never mind, just know that I helped you."
Xian Chen muttered for a while, "Don't think I didn't know what you told the master before, but I am a sword, and a sword won't argue with a tree."
Shen Jiuxu touched the hilt of the sword, and Xian Chen was not used to it. The sword tip was raised and lowered several times, but in the end it obediently stayed in his hand.
The people around him seemed a bit off. After looking around, Shen Jiuxu realized that they were like ants on a hot pan, with restlessness and fear spreading like a flood.
"Immortal Lord, you are dressed so well and carrying a sword, you must be an immortal. Can you save my child? He... has been like this since he woke up last night, his forehead is burning hot."
The woman was holding a three- or four-year-old child in her arms. The child's skin was pale, and something seemed to be slowly wriggling inside, gradually crawling into his eyelids. Then, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, it sprouted from under the skin, revealing another pair of eyes.
The same eyes as before.
The whites of his eyes were very small, and there was a red spot in the middle of his black pupils. Suddenly, the child screamed, his voice shrill, like an owl at night.
Shen Jiuxu reached out to touch him, but the boy raised his hands and hugged his head. The woman wept when she saw this and tried to touch his face, but a flash of blood appeared and his head became thin and pointed, almost indistinguishable from a bird's.
What's wrong with him?
The woman cried until her voice was hoarse, but the old man who had been knocked against the tree by Xian Chen suddenly regained consciousness. The woman quickly saw the same four eyes and the head that looked like a white porcelain vase.
"Is it your fault? You're the one who made my child like this. It must be you." She shoved the old man to the ground, but unexpectedly, the old man's head hit the stone. His soft, thin head, as thin as a piece of paper, was torn open with a "rip" sound, leaving a huge gash.
"ah--"
The woman panicked and ran with her child in her arms, but she got covered in the old man's blood. The child in her arms cried and screamed, splashing water everywhere. Helpless, Shen Jiuxu could only first channel some spiritual energy into the person, and then press her down by the fence, saying, "Give me the person."
"Xian Chen, go and deal with those monsters first."
Shen Jiuxu threw the sword out, and with a "whoosh," the sword energy streaked across the sky, emitting a white light.
Two blue-clad water ghosts, soaking wet, emerged from the lake and wrapped their long, thin bones around the neck of the man beside them. The intense feeling of suffocation made his eyes roll back, and he could barely move.
"Help...help me."
The sound was very soft, and it disappeared on the ground in the blink of an eye.
Wherever the water ghost went, the water became icy cold. Those people, who had been wandering outside all night and were soaked to the bone, were shivering. Now, after this, their faces turned blue, or even black.
The man desperately tried to grab the people around him. Behind him were two water ghosts, their chilling aura enveloping him completely. The people whose clothes he was grabbing struggled to get up.
The power of a dying man is unleashed, not to mention that he was pulling several young women along with him. Even with the help of several older women, they were still pulled over.
He's going to die!
The water level was rising rapidly, even reaching above his chest. Floating planks swiftly passed by him, even though he was just one step away from grabbing them.
"Help me! Help me!"
"Where is everyone? Who will save me? Where is everyone? Where is everyone?"
"Mother, Father—save me!"
The river water churned, and the foul-smelling blood collided with the swollen corpse that had been soaking overnight. The hands he had grabbed became twisted and fragile. In no time, the man heard several "crackling" sounds as the loose flesh separated from the bones.
No, he needed to pull even tighter, otherwise he would be the only one to die.
The water ghost was getting closer and closer, its swollen, bluish-black body casting a heavy shadow in front of him. His hands had lost all feeling, and the river was still rising, even submerging his lips.
"Gurgle—"
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Water kept being poured into his mouth, and he felt as if he were floating in the air. Water got into his ears, and he couldn't hear anything. His arms gradually lost strength, and he fell to the ground, along with the girls behind him, who also fell into the water.
"Xian Chen".
He heard something, even though the surroundings were noisy and chaotic. The sound was very faint, even drowned out by the cries of the babies.
"Clang—"
A flash of sword light passed in front of him.
"Clang—"
Another sound rang out, sword energy whistled, stirring up a gust of wind. The man's hair remained perfectly styled, still clinging tightly to his face, but the gust of wind silenced the surrounding area.
It was so quiet it was as if nothing had happened.
The silver-white blade pierced through the water ghost's body, leaving a pool of blood, then quickly turned and stabbed at the other water ghost pulling him. The sword strike was light and nimble, like a swimming dragon, dancing a few times in front of people, and the two corpses had already fallen into a pool of blood.
With a "splash," the sword was retracted and hung quietly at the person's side, the remaining bloodstains on it condensing into droplets that rolled down, adding a touch of dark red to the murky water.
"You can get up now."
A figure stood before him, extending his hand. His slender fingers were fair and clean, without a trace of dirt or blood. The wide black sleeves made his skin appear even more translucent, like a piece of warm jade that could not be defiled.
The man rubbed his hands against his body a few times before carefully grabbing at it, leaving his mark, even if it was just a finger mark covered in dust and mud.
This person wouldn't look down on you from such a high and mighty position.
His fingers were cold, even colder than his own after being soaked in the corpse water for so long, or more accurately, they were cold, icy cold.
Why is it so cold?
The black fabric swayed in the wind, and a small section of the wrist was pulled away. The man was stunned, and the figure gradually disappeared in front of him.
A faint fragrance wafted over. He looked at the blackened knuckle he had made, his lips twitched a few times, then he lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the boot mark left on the ground.
Are you injured?
Jiang Yu pulled the women he had dragged into the water to their feet, politely looked away, and then took out a collection bag from his sleeve. "There are clean clothes and some food in here. You can fill your stomach first."
"Thank you, young master."
A woman who looked a little older patted the hand of the woman behind her, took a step forward, hesitated for a while, took the things, checked them, and seeing that the woman really had no other intentions, she felt relieved this time.
"Young master, go help other families. We sisters will also look around and help out if we can."
The Xianchen Sword was itching to be used, so Jiang Yu had no choice but to leave with it. He had only walked a short distance toward Shen Jiuxu when he heard a loud noise.
"They kicked him."
Xian Chen hissed.
One by one, the girls lifted their skirts, took off their feet, turned around nimbly, and left with a flick of their sleeves, leaving only the man struggling in the water, gritting his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Shen Jiuxu held the child's hand and examined it carefully, but could not see anything unusual. However, after this heavy rain, only these two people had become like this.
Perhaps there are others, but he hasn't discovered them yet.
"pain."
The boy kept crying, his voice sending chills down one's spine. Shen Jiuxu also had a headache; he had never seen anything like it before. He couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly placed both hands on the boy's temples, gently rubbing them a few times.
Shen Jiuxu looked up.
Jiang Yu was wearing his clothes, probably because he was afraid of getting his light-colored clothes dirty when he came out, but all of his black clothes had been taken away by Shen Jiuxu.
Jiang Yu couldn't find a suitable outer robe for the time being, so he could only grab a piece of Shen Jiuxu's clothes at random. Shen Jiuxu was much taller than Jiang Yu, so the clothes were very loose on him. Jiang Yu then tied a belt around his waist, which made him look quiet and reserved.
As soon as he arrived, Shen Jiuxu calmed down.
He saw Jiang Yu give him a reassuring smile, and all the bad emotions that had been bottled up inside him for so long temporarily receded.
Jiang Yu is his medicine.
"What have you been up to lately?" Jiang Yu squatted down and patted the child's head. He had been crying incessantly, and his mother was exhausted from trying to soothe him, her face radiating despair.
Jiang Yu took the person and held him in her arms. "He's still very hot. I brought some medicine. Give him one first. This is what Que Sheng left behind when he left."
Shen Jiuxu naturally reached for his sleeve, feeling the coldness under his hand. He frowned, but because there were so many people around, he didn't say anything.
A small, light blue porcelain bottle contained half a jar of medicine. The child's mother breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it. She hurriedly ran over to get the water bottle, and Shen Jiuxu handed her one pill.
"Isn't this a bit too little? How about we have some more? This isn't enough. What if... what if it gets worse later, or I... what if his dad and I have two too?"
Her face was full of caution, but what she said only made Shen Jiuxu angrier. Seeing his cold expression and the fact that he wasn't as easy to talk to as the young master beside him, the woman paused for a moment, then reached out to tug at Jiang Yu's clothes.
"Young master, young master, since you're going to save people, why don't you give us a little more? If we're fine after eating, we naturally won't bother you anymore."
Her face was sallow, her rough hair was simply held in place with a wooden hairpin, and her clothes were patched in several tattered pieces. Her triangular eyes made her look like an ordinary woman who liked to take advantage of others but wasn't very shrewd.
"Give me two more, it shouldn't cause any problems!" She glanced at the porcelain bottle. "You are all disciples of immortal families, why would you care about this?"
The child started crying again. Jiang Yu held him and tried to comfort him for a while, but it didn't stop. Shen Jiuxu took another pill, dissolved it in water, and fed it to the child.
The woman quietly hid the pill she had taken earlier. Seeing that the two men were no longer saying anything, she gave a few awkward laughs, took the child, and ran away to a distance.
What about him?
The man who also had four eyes was still lying under the big tree. Jiang Yu fed him a pill before standing up and leaning against Shen Jiuxu. He tilted his head towards Shen Jiuxu and whispered, "I just sent a message to Dianxing, asking him to send more of Shen Wuke's disciples over. The situation here can't be resolved in a short time, so we'll probably have to stay here for a while longer."
"good."
Shen Jiuxu looked at the dark circles under his eyes, gently rubbed them a few times, and asked, pretending not to know, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"I had a nightmare." Jiang Yu felt weak all over. When he woke up, his head was throbbing and he couldn't muster any energy.
"What did you dream about?" Shen Jiuxu looked at his wrist without showing any emotion; it was still the same as before.
"...I dreamt...I dreamt that someone died."
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