Pass the test
Han Ke listened for a long time, utterly speechless: "They're actually arguing about the ending of a storybook!"
What time is it now? Can't we get down to business?
He Xiao: "Maybe it's just a little something between young couples."
However, I'm somewhat interested in reading "The Legend of the Central Plains Heroes."
Zhu Qinghe's eyes were vacant: "I'm so miserable. Today I'm the most unfortunate person in the world."
Shen Wumei was amused by her and leaned closer to comfort her, putting her arm around her shoulder. "Don't be sad. The author said that he would give them a happy ending in the extra chapters."
Zhu Qinghe's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Really? When will the bonus chapter be released?"
Shen Wumei paused for a moment: "We should wait until he's released."
Zhu Qinghe lowered her eyelashes and said after a long while, "I see... then I guess I won't be able to wait any longer."
Shen Wumei gripped her hand tightly and said firmly, "I won't let you die."
"I believe you." Her lover's intoxication was raging inside her, and she felt her consciousness beginning to blur. "But I'm a little tired now and want to sleep for a while."
"Okay, go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."
Zhu Qinghe grabbed his hand tightly: "Then you can't leave, okay? I want to see you the moment I open my eyes."
Having received an affirmative answer, Zhu Qinghe closed her eyes in peace.
Shen Wumei sat there motionless, gazing tenderly at her sleeping face. Time passed second by second, and the pain grew more and more intense.
Even he couldn't help but frown.
Zhu Qinghe silently turned over, leaving only her back to him. Her body was slightly curled up, and her right hand was clenched into a fist at her side, with blood slowly seeping out.
But she stubbornly clenched her teeth, refusing to let a single groan escape her lips.
The sunlight outside was swallowed by the darkness, which grew larger and larger like a giant beast, its ink becoming increasingly dark.
next door.
He Xiao's expression turned serious: "How much time do we have left?"
Han Ke glanced at the water clock beside him: "There are still two hours left. They really have the patience to endure."
“By this time in the past, the results would have already been out.” He Xiao’s face was half illuminated by candlelight and half was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see his expression.
“Yes,” Han Ke flipped through his old records, “very few people can make it to this point.”
"At this point, their five senses should be gradually being lost."
You will experience the despair of being on the verge of death, the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world, the feeling of life slowly slipping away from you, and the clear sense of the fear of death enveloping you.
There was nothing they could do; even the strongest man would find it unbearable.
"These two are really stubborn, one more so than the other."
Han Ke sneered: "Does that mean they really intend to just keep enduring this until they all die together in the end?"
He Xiao's eyes darkened: "Perhaps the pain hasn't reached its extreme yet."
"Wait a little longer."
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Qinghe felt a stuffy sensation in her nose, as if liquid was slowly flowing down.
She reached out with trembling hands, touched it, and held it up to her eyes, staring at it for a while before she realized what it meant.
She had a nosebleed.
It seems the toxicity is starting to spread upwards.
She slowly felt herself losing her sense of smell, touch, and sight.
She clenched Shen Wumei's large hand in hers; thankfully, she could still feel his presence.
Shen Wumei sensed her movement and helped her up: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Zhu Qinghe shook her head and said slowly, "I've thought of a way."
Shen Wumei: "What method?"
Zhu Qinghe's voice was somewhat weak, but she still said, word by word, "Although I don't understand medicine, I do know that there is a way to detoxify called using poison to fight poison."
"We can live as long as the Gu worms die."
Shen Wumei frowned: "But we don't have any poison."
"This is Xiaoyao Hall. Go outside and look for it; you're sure to find it."
Shen Wumei looked at her, and Zhu Qinghe forced a smile: "I'm too tired, go find it yourself."
"I'll find it and bring it back so I can see if it's poisonous enough."
Shen Wumei suddenly hugged her tightly, his eyes slightly red: "I'm not going, don't even think about getting rid of me."
She leaned on his shoulder and smiled weakly: "I didn't try to get rid of you. Anyway, you'd be the first to take the poison. I'm so afraid of death and selfish, how could I let myself suffer a loss?"
Shen Wumei released her, and she coughed violently, finally vomiting a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".
He held her hand, which trembled. Zhu Qinghe wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and smiled at him, "It's alright, I must have been eating too many tonics as a princess lately."
"I really can't eat ginseng, deer antler and bird's nest every day. It's all my fault for being ignorant and causing myself to get a sore throat."
Shen Wumei lowered her head and said, "You... stop talking and rest for a while."
"I'll think of a way."
"Go out and find poison," she said softly, clutching the dagger tucked in her sleeve.
"Shh." Shen Wumei pressed her finger to her lips, her gaze fixed on the dripping water clock on the wooden table.
The fine sand inside flows gently yet mercilessly, never lingering for anyone.
"There's only one hour left," he said. "I want to stay by your side, is that alright?"
"But..." Zhu Qinghe, with tears in her eyes, wanted to say something, but he grabbed her chin and kissed her.
The kiss wasn't gentle; it carried a hint of urgency and domineering force. Yet, Zhu Qinghe passionately embraced his neck and returned the kiss.
After all, this is the last time.
Even if the sun were to fall and the stars were to fall, nothing could stop them now.
"When exactly did you start liking me?" Zhu Qinghe opened his palm, fiddling with it here and there, playing with it enthusiastically.
Shen Wumei indulged her harassment, her gaze lingering as she fell into reminiscence: "Let me think."
He thought about it for a long time, so long that Zhu Qinghe shook his wrist in annoyance: "What is it that you've been thinking about for so long? You don't mean you can't remember anything from before, do you?"
Shen Wumei: "Of course I remember, but when I was thinking about it, I was also puzzled. What exactly did I like about you, such a crazy girl?"
Zhu Qinghe: "Hey, say that again if you dare. Don't think I won't hit you just because I don't have the strength right now."
"Alright, alright, I was just teasing you," Shen Wumei suddenly said. "Are you hungry? I saw there's a piece of pastry on that plate. I'll go get it for you."
He slowly released her hand and slowly stood up.
In that instant, a strange feeling seemed to pass through her heart, but Zhu Qinghe was in so much pain that she was completely dazed and had no strength to think about why she had that feeling.
She even wished someone would just kill her with a single blow; the power of this "lover's intoxication" was indeed not to be underestimated.
Her mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and her right palm was raw from scratching. Whenever she felt the pain and wanted to scream, she would pinch her palm hard and bite her lip.
Luckily it was already dark, otherwise it would have been extremely rude for the other party to see me in such a disheveled state.
Although she never really cared about these things, she didn't want the person she liked to see her in such a wretched state.
Shen Wumei walked towards the table with pastries. The room was dark, and Zhu Qinghe could not see his back clearly.
But in a flash, she suddenly remembered something.
Shen Wumei's dagger lay on the table.
She suddenly cried out as if struck by lightning, "Shen Wumei, come back quickly!"
"I don't want any pastries!"
The other person ignored her and continued walking.
Zhu Qinghe's tears streamed down her face: "You had this planned all along, didn't you? You're lying to me."
"This is the method you mentioned."
"Go die, let me live. I will hate you and never forgive you!"
"You bastard!"
Shen Wumei's voice was very soft: "If you want to hate, then hate."
"Actually, I'm the most selfish person."
"I don't want to suffer the pain of losing you, so I choose to die."
“When I was little, I couldn’t save my mother. I could only watch as my father sacrificed her life for the greater good.”
“Now, I have a way to change all of this. I can’t just sit there and watch my loved ones die.”
Zhu Qinghe, tears streaming down her face, said, "Then are you really willing to let me watch you die in front of me?"
His voice trembled slightly: "Don't worry, I'll be quick. Close your eyes and just pretend it's a dream, and all the pain will be over."
"I won't let you have your way!" The room was dark, but she still glared fiercely at the blurry figure, conveying her anger and determination.
"Even if you die, I won't live on alone. No one can stop me then."
Shen Wumei smiled and said, "I have already made an agreement with Han Ke. After I die, he will give you the Forgetfulness Powder, and you will forget me."
“By then,” his voice was low and hoarse, “you will still be that carefree Mr. Sai, the fortune teller.”
"Someone will escort you back to Licheng so you can continue your life."
"Why should I?" she exclaimed with surprising anger. "Why do you have the right to arrange everything for me? How can you be so chauvinistic?!"
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!
She coughed violently, her head spun, and she collapsed forward to the ground.
The hard floor was still covered in dust. She crawled forward, rubbing her forearms against the ground, crying and shaking her head: "No—no—Shen Wumei—"
Shen Wumei picked up the dagger on the table, drew it, and the cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
He squinted slightly to dodge; the blade was so sharp, it probably wouldn't hurt too much.
That's a good thing.
Behind him came Zhu Qinghe's heartbroken voice, and even he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"I'm sorry," he said finally.
After those words, even though there was no light in the room, the tragic scene was clearly reflected in her eyes.
The cold light of the dagger pierced straight into his chest. He showed no mercy to himself, leaving only the hilt of the blade outside.
Blood gushed from his chest, a tragic crimson stain filling Zhu Qinghe's vision.
She trembled in pain, sobbing and tears streaming down her face.
She didn't believe any kind of pain-forgetting potion could make her forget this suffering!
Shen Wumei was still standing there, staring blankly at the hilt of the knife he was gripping.
Zhu Qinghe cried so hard she almost fainted.
Just when the world seemed to have lost its color in pain, the door was suddenly opened.
Han Ke stood at the door, dark and ghostly.
"Congratulations, you have passed the test."
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