Chapter 126 "Song Linsheng, can you do it? ...
Wen Yu gathered strength at her fingertips, and with a twist of her wrist, the attack began—
But when that familiar voice sounded, Wen Yu knew immediately without looking back that the person coming was Song Linsheng.
This is not good, Wen Yu was shocked.
She was not yet proficient in magic, and it would be difficult to stop the attack at such a close distance. Moreover, she thought that the ghost of death had not left yet, so she used all her strength.
In a split second, Wen Yu had only one thought in his mind—
She must not hurt Song Linsheng.
Almost without thinking, Wen Yu turned around and hit his own left shoulder with the palm.
Unlike the sharp and domineering feeling, Wen Yu, who was injured by himself, only felt a dull pain in his shoulder, which was not difficult to bear.
Wen Yu took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of the voice.
"Song Linsheng!"
"Mian Lang!"
Wen Yu and Zhi Bai shouted almost at the same time. She really couldn't believe the scene that appeared before her eyes.
Song Linsheng barely stepped out of the threshold and looked at Wen Yu. He held the door frame with one hand and supported the lifeless... Chen Mian with the other?
Although the man's clothes were clean and tidy, the half of his arm exposed from the empty sleeves was covered with scars, which looked even more terrifying when contrasted with the snow-white inner clothes.
He was almost hanging on Song Linsheng's right shoulder. Although he managed to stand upright, his drooping head was hidden under his messy and disordered hair, and his blurred face was difficult to distinguish.
Wen Yu didn't even dare to recognize him. Is this person really Chen Mian?
She recalled the day they met on the long street. Although Chen Mian was frail, he possessed a unique character. The way he confronted Lord Jia in the street...
She could hardly tell whether Chen Mian was standing by himself or being supported by Song Linsheng. It looked like this... Could it be that the two Lords of Death really wanted to take away Chen Mian's soul?
"Xiaoyu, Chen Mian is almost done!"
Song Linsheng calmed himself down and looked at Wen Yu and Zhi Bai in the yard. At this moment, he could not care about Zhi Bai's condition. Almost without hesitation, Song Linsheng shouted.
"Mianlang--" Zhibai shouted and rushed towards Chen Mian.
Wen Yu's body reacted faster than her brain. The moment Zhibai moved, she grabbed Zhibai and held him in her arms.
"Zhibai, calm down!"
She was holding a child in her arms, and most of the lights in the yard were off at night, so they couldn't support her running around like that. It would be terrible if she fell.
"Song Linsheng——" How could this be...
Wen Yu couldn't ask, she was afraid that whatever she said now would seem like blaming Song Linsheng.
Chen Mian’s injury... was definitely not caused by Song Linsheng, but now is not the time to talk about what exactly happened.
Wen Yu shook his head, temporarily shutting down his chaotic thoughts, and lowered his head to look at Zhibai in front of him.
"Mianlang—Mianlang—" Zhibai's tears finally burst out.
She called out to Chen Mian, her voice louder and louder, hoping that he would look up and respond to her, even if it was just for a moment.
Even the tearing pain during childbirth was not even one-tenth of what she felt now.
Hot tears fell and splashed on Wen Yu's forearm, bringing a burning sensation even through the clothes.
Wen Yu's heart tightened, and he almost felt like he was about to be burned by the pain in his tears.
She looked up at Song Linsheng, not knowing what to do next.
Song Linsheng was also filled with remorse. The person in his arms was dying, and he already felt guilty towards Chen Mian. And the girl in front of him, Zhi Bai Niangzi, who had just given birth and heard the bad news, was so shocked that she almost collapsed, which made him even more distressed.
The anxiety between his brows was so thick that it could not be dispelled.
"I've already asked famous doctors to treat Chen Mian. I've also treated his wounds and given him medicine, but he's not getting better."
Song Linsheng thought of the situation just now and felt that it was extremely dangerous.
Chen Mian, who had been getting better, suddenly had a high fever and the temperature on his forehead even began to rise.
He was conscious and able to speak a lot before, but now he is barely breathing and confused, with only half consciousness left.
Song Linsheng raised his head, wondering if Xiaoyu would have any solution.
Wen Yu's originally flustered mood suddenly skipped a beat the moment she met Song Linsheng's eyes.
Why did she feel that Song Linsheng's eyes when he looked at her were full of...expectation?
Wen Yu was not sure why Song Linsheng was looking at her expectantly.
Although she was the best at healing, she had only tried it on flowers, plants and trees. The only time she "saved a person" was when she saved Zhibai in Houtu Temple.
But Zhibai is also a monster, and Chen Mian is a human!
How could she have the magic to revive the dead and turn bones into flesh?
Why not ask the master?
He is the true God, and he must have a way to bring dead trees back to life.
But... Master said early on that everything in the world has its own destiny and fate.
From every individual to every blade of grass, everyone lives their life according to the longevity branch on the immortal tree.
Even if gods and immortals have the power to move mountains and fill the sea, and change the world, they cannot arbitrarily change the fate of mortals and destroy the cause and effect of others.
It was also because of this that she broke Song Linsheng's longevity branch, which made his future bumpy and his fate chaotic.
That's why she had to go down to the mortal world secretly to repay this karma.
So even if he went back to ask his master for help now, he might not necessarily help him...
A piercing chill spread throughout her body, and Wen Yu froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to respond to Song Linsheng's inexplicable expectations, nor how to comfort Zhibai who was crying in her arms.
"First, send Chen Mian and Zhi Bai back to the other courtyard..."
Wen Yu's voice was muffled, and he seemed to be in a trance.
Just now in Tongzhiyuan, it was Song Linsheng who arranged everything, told her not to panic, and gave her the strength to calm down.
Now, she also has to make plans for Song Linsheng.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng didn't understand what was going on, so he sent Chen Mian and his wife back to the villa. What next?
——She wants to go back to the Temple of Spring to find her master.
——She must save Chen Mian.
Even if her master punished her, she would accept it.
As long as he can ask his master for help, Chen Mian will definitely have a chance of survival, and the family reunion that Zhibai longs for will also have room for improvement.
Wen Yu's heart tightened, "Then wait for me in the other courtyard."
"Song Linsheng, can you do this?"
She asked Song Linsheng the same question as he had asked her just now.
When their eyes met, Song Linsheng nodded affirmatively.
"I'm waiting for you."
There are some things that you don’t need to ask, as your heart knows them clearly.
Wen Yu pulled the corners of his mouth together, revealing a forced smile.
She didn't know if she could invite a master this time, but she didn't want to make Song Linsheng worry.
Wen Yu quietly laid Zhibai down, and when she fell asleep, she handed her over to Song Linsheng.
Then Wen Yu turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps.
Who is it?
Wen Yu's heart was filled with alarm. This night of one person taking turns to perform, when will it ever end?
She took two quick steps forward and was about to go over to find out what was going on, but then she paused.
—A mortal man, perhaps a night watchman.
Wen Yu felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. The book said that she was in a state of panic and every tree and grass seemed to be an enemy. Wasn't that what she was like now?
It's really...ridiculous and sad...
Just as she was about to leave, the man hurried over to meet her after seeing Wen Yu, Song Linsheng and others.
"Sir, Song, Madam Wen." After greeting everyone, he said, "Sir, the doorman sent word that someone outside wants to see you."
ask to see?
Now?
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other. Who could want to see them at this moment?
Song Linsheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the person again.
This man was dressed as a servant, with a humble and submissive look, and looked very ordinary.
Song Linsheng knew in his heart that it was someone under Lord Mu, who had led the way for him before.
A reliable person.
"Who is it?" Song Linsheng was also a little unsure.
"That man claims to be a doctor, saying he can..." The servant thought for a moment, but didn't look around, "He said he can cure Chen Shuli."
Almost immediately, Wen Yu's brows lit up with joy and she looked at Song Linsheng excitedly. Although she didn't know what was going on, she knew that Chen Mian was finally saved.
Song Linsheng also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered, "Quickly invite the person in and take him directly to the other courtyard."
The man did not delay for a moment, received the order and left in a hurry.
"I previously spread the word, offering a reward of hundreds or even thousands of gold coins, just asking for someone to heal Chen Mian."
Song Linsheng explained to Wenyu.
"I think there really is a capable and righteous man with a miraculous hand of rejuvenation." Song Linsheng supported Chen Mian and set off for the villa.
Wen Yu paused, she always felt that it was a bit coincidental.
Why didn't this rejuvenating magician come earlier or later, but just when Chen Mian was half dead? Can he save him?
I'm afraid there's something weird.
Wen Yu was worried, so she decided to stay and take a look. She supported Zhibai and held the child and followed closely. She wanted to see who this person was.
If it works, that would be good.
If that doesn't work, it won't be too late for her to go find her master again.
The government office, the prefect's villa.
The last ray of night faded away, and after the stars and moon were hidden, the morning light broke and the roosters crowed.
It's dawn.
Wen Yu stood in the corridor, counting the cracks in the eaves. Scattered sunlight fell through, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to block it.
I didn't expect the sun to be so bright just after dawn.
It's a nice day today.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and felt the dim sunlight and the spring breeze in the morning. Everything seemed to come alive.
Thinking back to the dead silence in the room behind him, Song Linsheng and Xiyan, who had rushed over, were wiping Chen Mian's body and settling him down. They were clearly busy, yet it was strangely quiet.
I just hope Chen Mian can... come back to life.
Zhibai is still waiting for him in the side room...
"Excuse me, is this the patient's residence?"
A clear yet steady male voice came through the walls and tiles until it reached Wen Yu's ears.
Wen Yu opened her eyes, but her sight was blocked by her own palm. In order to avoid the sunlight, she forgot to put her hand down.
But this person's voice seems familiar.
Wen Yu quickly put down his hand, stood up straight, and respectfully prepared to greet the visitor.
A strand of amber ribbon in the man's hair was blown by the breeze to the front, covering a small section of his nose. The two colors intertwined, making his face look like jade and his skin whiter than snow.
He just stood there in the wind, his clothes fluttering slightly, looking quite contented.
When the wind blew again, the hairband fell off, revealing a pair of eyes and brows that looked as if washed by spring water, full of tenderness and gentleness.
The water is like the horizontal eye waves, and the mountains are like the gathered eyebrows, just right.
It was this pair of eyes that were now staring at Wen Yu with a smile.
Master?
Wen Yu blinked, somewhat incredulous.
Could it be that she hadn't slept all night and her head was dizzy and her eyes were blurry?
She actually saw her master standing in front of her.
Wen Yu raised her hands and rubbed her eye sockets several times without even thinking, trying to wipe away the illusion that appeared because she wanted to ask her master for help too much.
"Heh--" The man seemed unable to hold back.
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