Chapter 69 Missing
"The pulse is uneven, repetitive, and has pauses..."
Ji Xianyi couldn't help but frown. He pulled up Wei Yu's eyelids again. The other's eyes were slightly red with faint white spots. He shed tears due to the stimulation of the strong light. After the other pushed him away, Ji Xian's face revealed a trace of solemnity.
"It seems that multiple poisons entered his body, and the toxicity caused him to become so crazy. He is lucky to be alive today."
"Brother, can you tell what kind of poison he was poisoned by?" Li Qingruo asked.
Ji Xian shook his head. People who practice martial arts will inevitably get injured, so they have all learned some pharmacology knowledge, but this superficial knowledge is not enough to identify the poison in Wei Yu's body.
Li Qingruo looked regretful. Even her senior brother couldn't recognize it, so there was no way she could know it. It was not her fault. Who told them that the herbs they needed to learn in class all looked the same? She felt dizzy looking at them, so in order to cheer herself up, she had to sneak out to stretch her muscles and practice swordplay.
"Wei Yu is just a scholar. How big a grudge could someone have to poison him? And there seem to be multiple poisons in his body. Even if someone really wants to kill him, there is no need to be so complicated! It's suspicious no matter how you think about it!" Li Qingruo's words hit the nail on the head. It seems that the whole matter is more complicated than they imagined.
Ji Xianyi: "The poison in Wei Yu's body has penetrated deep into his bones. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to wake up. If we rashly go to seek medical treatment, it's easy to cause a scare. The poison in his body is not something that ordinary people can be exposed to. We must be careful in everything we do next."
Li Qingruo and Qiu Muli nodded in unison upon hearing this, but seeing how well-behaved they were, Ji Xianyi felt a little uneasy.
As the sky gradually darkened, the entire temple darkened. Looking at Wei Yu twisting his body and running towards him as if he had just learned to walk, Qiu Muli took a step back from the door. The moment he turned back, Wei Yu immediately stopped and just stared at Qiu Muli, fearing that he would suddenly disappear.
Ji Xianyi on the side was a little hesitant: "How about I take away his strength, and then take the opportunity to run..."
He can make the opponent's legs temporarily weak, just like what he did just now, and the opponent will gradually recover his strength in about an incense stick of time.
Li Qingruo was a little embarrassed: "But if he were to crawl around and chase us like he did just now, wouldn't it be even more scary?"
After realizing that the other party might really do this, Ji Xianyi was silent for a while. Although Wei Yu would not be able to catch up with them if they really planned it, with Wei Yu in such an unconscious state, if he ran outside and scared others, it would be hard to say what would happen. After all, not everyone can tolerate a madman.
Qiu Muli was not in a hurry to leave after being targeted. He began to wander around the house and soon stopped under a broken window on one side.
It was a rag doll in red clothes, with clothes underneath it and some wooden hairpins scattered around it.
“Found it.”
Qiu Muli bent down and picked up the doll, then threw it behind Wei Yu, saying, "Wei Lang, catch me."
After saying this, he winked at Ji Xian and the other two, and the three of them took the opportunity to leave the ruined temple.
The moment Wei Yu heard the sound, he ran towards the doll almost instantly, completely ignoring the fact that the three people had already left. When the doll was about to fall to the ground, he jumped forward. Even though he fell to the ground, he still caught the doll with his hands. He held the doll carefully, and then hugged the doll to his chest, smiling foolishly.
"Hua Niang, I got you."
After leaving the ruined temple, Li Qingruo looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that no one was catching up with her. She had many ways to deal with those people with bad intentions, but she really didn't know what to do when facing such a lovelorn lover: "No one really caught up with me, that's great!"
Qiu Muli: "The red items in the temple should all be collected by Wei Yu. He mistook me for Hua Niang, probably because of the red dress, so the doll in red is also Hua Niang to him."
"As expected of A-Li! You are a meticulous observer!" Li Qingruo's compliments came out almost spontaneously, with a pair of bright eyes. This look made Ji Xian on the side couldn't help laughing.
"Hey!" Li Qingruo covered her head and glared at the culprit with her beautiful eyes.
Ji Xianyi slowly withdrew his hand: "The hairband has flown all over your head, you watermelon spirit."
Li Qingruo was wearing a light green dress today. Her black hair was divided into two large strands, which were twisted and overlapped at the top of her head. She wore a butterfly headband under each corner. When she walked, it was as if two butterflies were dancing on her hair. However, she had left in a hurry just now, so the butterfly headband on one side did not hang down but instead fell on her head.
Li Qingruo, who was called a watermelon spirit by her senior brother just because she wore a green dress: Incompetent and furious
Qiu Muli poked the other person's puffy cheek with his hand: "Compared to the watermelon spirit, it's obviously more like a pufferfish spirit."
Li Qingruo, who was poked in the face, widened her eyes and said, "A-Li, you have learned bad habits from your senior brother."
Ji Xianyi really wanted to refute this. Qiu Muli was just a sesame dumpling, fair and tender on the outside, but a dark heart. It was a pity that his junior sister, who was obsessed with looks, had been blinded by the other's appearance. This made him sigh in resentment unconsciously. It was true that one only hears the smiles of new people but not the cries of old ones. He missed the junior sister who was deceived by him in the past.
Li Qingruo, who was cheated and left with a lot of black history: How dare you say that!