Lysander Shen's Serpent Shadow Chapter 7

Lying in bed and waking up occasionally, Lysander Shen tried his best to cooperate with them one by one when they were given soup, pills, and medicinal decoctions, and the doctors and doctors came and went in an endless stream.

On the winding path outside the villa, there were once again cars and horses, and sedan chairs.

Master Shen asked all the boys why he suddenly became seriously ill again. The boys looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up and accept the punishment of drinking until midnight and asking the master to take a cold bath. Everyone shook their heads.

Lysander Shen raised his hand with great effort to prevent further investigation. After all, you have to host the banquet yourself.

The disease continued day after day, and Lysander Shen knew in his heart that this time the disease was so severe that ordinary medicine could not control it.

The medicine residue in the courtyard has piled up into a small mound, but he has made no progress.

His body felt hot and cold from time to time. When it got hot, Lysander Shen really wanted to ask someone to bring an egg and crack it on him to see if it could be fried. When it got cold, he felt like he was back in childhood. Going back to the moment when I fell into the ice cave, I was extremely frightened.

When the discomfort became unbearable, Lysander Shen lay on the bed and couldn't even turn over, feeling resentful in his heart.

I hate that I overindulged that night and got drunk; I hate that the servant didn't do his duty and asked him to take a cold shower after drinking; I also hate that the boys and the Mid-Autumn Festival night told those stories about fox fairies and ghosts too lingeringly, which made me angry. He soaked in cold water and had an erotic dream.

It should be noted that his body was originally weak, but after eating hot wine and then immersing himself in cold water, the hot air in his body was stimulated by the cold water. How could he not be ill? In addition, what he did again in the water, and his essence and energy were lost, made it even worse.

I hate that even today, I don’t have anyone who is willing to take care of myself.

Gritting my teeth in my heart, I gradually felt tired again. The hatred in my heart has faded away, and I just want to die as soon as possible to save myself from suffering.

When waiting to die, Lysander Shen would often think of Yi Molai.

I even think of the dream in the cold water that night. But I can't even remember the face of the woman in the dream, I only remember her gentleness and beauty.

What I remember more deeply is the sudden feeling of cold body surrounding me. I knew it was just a dream caused by being immersed in cold water, but I couldn't get rid of it.

And that voice that I heard only once but never forgot, the whisper in my ear - ancient and beautiful, beautiful and natural.

It was clearly Yi Mo's voice.

Every time he thought of this, Lysander Shen would shudder involuntarily and did not dare to think about it further.

He instinctively felt danger. Instinctively avoid danger.

After another day of pouring the decoction into his stomach, Lysander Shen only felt that the taste of the medicine was extremely disgusting, but he also cooperated and swallowed it as hard as he could. At night, his stomach began to churn, and the bitter concoction surged into his throat from time to time. , Lysander Shen swallowed it, but the concoction surged up crazily. After suffering and suppressing it for a long time, Lysander Shen finally couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his mouth, and a large amount of concoction sprayed out like an arrow. The bed, quilt, pillow, All wet.

Lysander Shen vomited loudly, vomiting all the medicine in his stomach together with the pills that had no time to decompose.

The panicked Elodies and servants were busy carrying basins and handing out water.

Lysander Shen could no longer take the medicine.

Even if you smell it, you will spit out the bile.

After staying up for another three days, Lysander Shen lay on the bed, his face as white as paper and his breath weak. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at the blue and white tent roof, thinking of Yi Molai frequently.

Thinking back to the first time he bit me. I think of those Zhou Zheng words he wrote while hiding his figure. Thinking of him going down the mountain, but it was to hunt for skin... I laughed in my heart when I thought about it, but then suddenly felt sad after laughing. He promised to protect him from the disaster, but now he is afraid that he will not be able to survive that time.

Yimo, why don't you come back?

Thinking of this, I felt inexplicably aggrieved. His eyes became sore. After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but think, you are really useless, you are such a big insect with no horns and no legs. Your skin was stolen by others. You have practiced in vain for more than a thousand years. Why didn't you be captured? Is it better to peel off the skin and bones and stew it into snake soup? !

He was thinking, scolding, and laughing at the same time.

Little did he know that he was lying on the bed, breathless, with his eyes closed, sometimes angry, sometimes smiling, and sometimes about to cry, and the people around him who were guarding him were frightened.

There was a rumor circulating quietly in the villa that night. The young master might have been possessed by something, and maybe he was possessed by evil spirits.

The young servants and Elodies who were having a drink that night gathered together quietly. After discussing for a while, they each took out some money and collected a lot. They secretly went down the mountain to buy some paper money, incense, candles and other items. They asked the older cook to find out the rules. Then he hid and worshiped, begging the ghosts to spare his young master.

When Yi Mo rushed back, he happened to see a scene in this dark mountain, with lights, smoke and ashes floating together like ghosts.

Lysander Shen's mind was wandering at this time, and he didn't know that Yi Mo had arrived. In his mind, he vaguely remembered the woman in the dream before, saying that wine had been spilled on her. Lysander Shen thought to himself, I only poured a cup of tea on Yi Mo, okay, why should I pour wine on you? After a while, I remembered that it was just a dream. Then I thought, maybe I poured a cup of tea on Yi Mo and got to know him, and then dreamed about ghosts and ghosts, creating this kind of scene of getting acquainted by splashing around.

As he was thinking wildly, Lysander Shen clearly felt a hand on his forehead, and then a stream of cold air penetrated from his forehead into his brain and then flowed into his limbs. Lysander Shen was so cold that he woke up.

For a moment, I smelled the cold and fresh breath. It is completely different from the medicinal smell that surrounds it all day long.

Lysander Shen opened his eyes, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said silently:

You're back...I thought I couldn't wait any longer.

Unexpectedly, Yi Mo retracted his palm, glanced at him from top to bottom, and then said lightly: "You... smell really bad right now."

Lysander Shen had just recovered his breath, and when he called him another word, he was so excited that he almost lost his breath.

That night, everyone in the villa staggered around and fell asleep on the ground.

A strong black wind suddenly blew in front of them, and a figure could be vaguely seen wrapped in the black wind.

Go straight to the hot spring on the top of the mountain.

After Yi Mo said those words, Lysander Shen came to his senses and calmed down, but he refused to let him go, and he was unwilling to ask someone to boil water for a bath. It was really the bucket of cold water that caused him so much suffering a few days ago. I don't want to enter the barrel at this time. He could only pull Yi Mo and ask him to take him to the hot spring on the top of the mountain.

Yi Mo led the person to the hot spring. With a slight movement of his fingers, Lysander Shen's clothes suddenly fell apart and fell like leaves in the wind.

The owner of those clothes was already flushed.