Chapter 152 Talk

"Wearing these bells can cure diseases?"

Rong Anzhou felt it was a little unreliable when he saw Jiang Wu sitting on the bed and tying a complicated palace bell to the rope on Han Zhong's hand.

"cannot."

Jiang Wu held Han Zhong's hand and tied the Soul-Calming Bell. His eyes fell on the burn marks on the back of his hand. They had faded a lot, but the skin was still paler than the surrounding skin and almost spread over half of the back of his hand.

He recalled that Yan Zhong would always avoid him and pretend nothing happened when he was injured. But he didn't know when it started, but even if he accidentally hit his head or burned his hand, he would go to him and pretend it was casual so that he could see it, and then ask him pitifully if he could use a spell to heal him.

Jiang Wuyi was too lazy to pay attention to him at first, but he couldn't stand him sighing in front of all his subordinates in the barracks for a whole day, causing his lieutenants to ask him about it back and forth, and some even hinted in a subtle way that they should go and coax him.

Later, he treated more people and there was no need for Yan Zhongzhuang to feel sorry for them. He would consciously drag people to his side to treat their injuries.

Until one day he accidentally cut his hand, a cut that was half a finger long. For the God's Favored Clan with extremely strong recovery abilities, it would only take half a day to heal. He would not even look at it twice before, as he would not die anyway.

But perhaps influenced by Yan Zhong, he subconsciously glanced at Yan Zhong, and found that Yan Zhong was also looking at him. When he saw him looking at him, his eyes were obviously shaken. The next moment, he raised the corner of his mouth and pulled him in front of him like he had pulled himself before, and began to apply medicine and bandage him.

He was curious about the instantaneous change in Yan Zhong's eyes when he looked over, so he stared at his lowered face until Yan Zhong replied without raising his head, "Remember not to look at others like this in the future. It's not in accordance with the rules."

The Great Zhou does have many rules, but they are now at the border, and the only rule is to stay alive and kill the enemy, so he asked, "Is it not possible even at the border?"

"Nowhere is okay." Yan Zhong lowered his head and gently touched the gauze in his hand with his lips, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "But look at me, I can do it anywhere."

He was so confused by Yan Zhong's sudden action that he forgot to ask why it was proper to look at him. He asked in a daze, "Why did you touch my hand with your lips?"

"This is the custom in the Great Zhou military camp. This will help wounds heal faster."

"real?"

"real."

"I just saw that Lieutenant General Chu was injured--"

"Only the commander can use it on his subordinates, not you."

"you go."

“…”

His memory returned to the present. He looked at the scar on the back of Han Zhong's hand, lowered his head and gently touched it with his lips.

This scene made Rong Anzhou, who was about to ask Han Zhong when he would wake up, stunned. He didn't know what to say for a moment. After a moment of silence, he swallowed the question "Are you sure this will work?" and asked, "When will he wake up?"

"Anytime."

Han Zhong's coma was because he relied on the soul imprint he left in the other person's body to force him into a sleeping state. In this state, a person's consciousness tends to be calm, and it is more difficult for evil spirits to invade. Now the soul-calming bell has been prepared, and he has been lifted from hypnosis. As for when he wakes up, it all depends on Han Zhong's physical condition.

"Do you want to take a break too?"

Rong Anzhou had wanted to ask this question for a long time. Half an hour ago, when Jiang Wu came out of the room, his complexion was even worse than Han Zhong's previous attack. At this moment, his face was also pale, but he still looked as if nothing had happened, which made him wonder if he was making a big deal out of nothing.

"Um."

Jiang Wu did not try to show off, as he could easily master the formation on the Divine Guiding Bell. But what was terrifying was the remnants of the souls of Taoist monks from past generations remained in the bronze bell, forming a sea. Those soul fragments that had long lost consciousness were intertwined in each layer of the formation of the Nine-Layer Palace Bell, piece by piece and thread by thread, forming the most powerful eye of the formation.

He finally understood why Zhou Yannan said that the Soul-Suppressing Bell, which was formed by reversing the Divine-Attracting Bell, could resist the huge evil spirit attracted by the evil body. This was because the souls of countless Taoist monks in this bronze bell still remembered to dispel evil spirits and suppress evil spirits even after thousands of years of death.

They were a group of people who had never been recorded in history books, but who possessed the strongest spirits and firm beliefs. They were compassionate to all living beings both during their lifetime and after their death.

Fighting with such a group of soul fragments was difficult even for him who was at the Guanshi realm, not to mention that his soul had not yet fully recovered and was almost overdrawn at this moment.

"...Are there any mints?" he asked softly.

Rong Anzhou said "I'll go buy it" and walked out the door.

Jiang Wu could hardly open his eyes, so he slowly climbed onto the bed and fell asleep next to Han Zhong.

He didn't know how much time had passed in a daze, and it seemed that a pair of hands gently hugged him. He subconsciously snuggled up to them until he buried his head in the familiar broad arms.

Perhaps influenced by the residual memories of the monks' souls in the Guiding Divine Bell, Jiang Wu's dream this time was not peaceful. It was filled with blood and death, as well as the sad cries of anger and despair. Countless faces passed by his eyes, coming and going, and finally turned into the Star-Picking Tower burning in a sea of ​​fire.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar beige ceiling. It took his confused brain a while to realize that this was Han Zhong's room. He suddenly sat up and looked to his side, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the balcony.

Han Zhong, wearing silver-grey long-sleeved pajamas, was holding up his hand and looking at the golden-red bracelet in his hand. His angular profile was slightly tilted up, and the corners of his narrow eyes were slightly drooping. The sunlight fell on his face, making him look gentle and handsome.

Jiang Wu stared at his profile for a long time before he realized what was going on. He explained, "The formation in the bell has been changed to a soul-calming formation. It will only keep you sane when the evil spirit invades, but it won't allow you to recover your past life memories."

Han Zhong lowered his hand, turned around and looked at him quietly, "Let's talk."

"What?"

"Talk about the body of evil, talk about me, talk about you, talk about Yan Zhong."

He paced to the bed and stopped in front of Jiang Wu.

Jiang Wu looked up at him, the hair tie on his head that was about to fall off slid down with his movement, and his messy long hair fell on his shoulders, covering the ends of his eyes. A strand of hair behind his left ear was neatly shortened.

Han Zhong glanced at the short hair, then looked at his blank eyes, leaned over and took a mint lollipop from the bedside, opened the wrapper, and said, "Open your mouth."

Jiang opened his mouth unconsciously.

An orange-flavored mint candy was stuffed into his mouth. It was the brand he had eaten the most before. The strong, cool mint taste spread across the tip of his tongue, and the sweetness of the orange filled his entire mouth.

"Wake up, and then come to me in the study."

“…”

Jiang Wu licked the mint candy and his mind became much clearer. He then realized that Han Zhong had just said that he wanted to talk to him about the evil body and Yan Zhong.

He was a little surprised, but without further delay, he found the hair tie from the messy sheets, tied his hair again, then stood up and walked towards the study.