Seen Nothing Like This Chapter 8

If you only think about you, you can't change it. If you don't know, you can't do anything about it.

Naihexiang, this name seems to turn into thousands of sorrows when it is heard. The fragrance is like early summer lotus, delicate and graceful, but in fact it is a poison with extremely overbearing effects and makes people change their color when smelling it.

Its toxicity is not to kill people immediately, but to invade the body with its fragrance, eating bones and sucking marrow, making the poisoned person gradually addicted to it. If you don't smell the fragrance of Naihe for one day, you will be short of breath, weak and confused, and you will be confused if you don't smell it for three days. The fragrance of Naihe is like a sharp knife picking off the bones of the skin and meridians. It is unbearable. If you don't smell the fragrance of Naihe for five days, your body will die and your soul will disappear. Go to Naihe Bridge and ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Therefore, the Naihe of Naihexiang is not the long sigh in the literati's mouth, but the Naihe of Huangquan Wangchuan.

Julian Cui stayed in this dark room for five whole days.

The other party had the right timing, always bringing food and drink to him when he couldn't bear the fatigue and was half-conscious. When Julian Cui regained consciousness, he could reach out and touch the water and food beside him.

There was only a little bit of water and food, barely enough to sustain life, but the most unbearable thing was not the hunger, but the endless silence and the torture of not knowing what day it was.

After darkness, there is still darkness, and at the end of silence, there is always silence.

Julian Cui could only use his four fingers and twelve knuckles to count the time, stretch his body as much as possible, recite the classics silently, from Confucianism to Taoism, and from Legalism to Buddhism, eliminating distracting thoughts and keeping his mind focused.

His eyesight gradually declined, but his hearing became extremely sharp. At this time, even the movement of snakes, insects, rats, ants, and even the sound of dripping water could make him feel like he had found a treasure, but it didn't. I don't know what method Sterling Feng used to make this room It seemed as if he had been completely forgotten by the world. If it hadn't been for the water supply, Julian Cui would have almost suspected that they had really forgotten him.

Ordinary people can't stand such silent torture day and night, let alone ten and a half months, three to five days can make them crazy, not to mention Julian Cui's body, he can get sick every year when the season changes. On the third day, he clearly felt that a feeling of boredom and bad breath was coming out of his heart. His stomach ached due to hunger. His hands and feet began to become weak and weak. His head gradually became confused. His body was slightly cold, but his forehead was getting warm. He knew that this was happening again. It was a sign of an impending serious illness, so I simply broke the pot and threw it, and stopped reciting the classics silently, letting my consciousness gradually blur.

Just then, he smelled a scent.

If there is something, it seems like nothing, just like the fragrance he smelled in the lotus garden in the capital last year. It is light, sweet, the fragrance of wind-swept lotus, and the smell of lotus seeds.

After a while, the capital will start to heat up. When the dignitaries entertain guests at their homes, they like to put the cooked lotus seed and white fungus soup in an urn and sink it into the well for a long time. When the guests come, take it out and have a cup to heat it up first. A lotus drink warms the stomach and clears the fire, and then a bowl of lotus seed soup keeps the fragrance flowing over the cheeks, soothing from the throat to the stomach, clearing away the heat.

He has experienced this kind of hospitality many times.

Julian Cui suddenly opened his eyes.

The darkness brought him back to reality immediately.

The aroma is still there, it's not an illusion.

He raised his eyebrows slightly in the darkness, and then sneered silently.

How fragrant.

Although this kind of poison is overbearing and terrifying, it is also hard to find and valuable. It is difficult for Sterling Feng to use it against herself. It is really a waste of money.

Being in this room, it is impossible to get out, and it is impossible to cut off the breath. I can only inhale such an alluring and addictive aroma bit by bit.

If someone with superb martial arts were here, they might be able to use their internal strength to resist for a period of time, but for Julian Cui, Nai Hexiang would only accelerate the destruction of his body, leaving him unable to survive or die.

The other party may not have the intention to take his life, but just wanted to use Naihexiang to force him to speak the truth. Using it on Julian Cui would be a waste of natural resources.

But no one in Jiejian Mansion would have expected that he had smelled this kind of fragrance many years ago, and had endured it for ten days. In the end, although he almost lost half of his life, he could still maintain basic health. He was sober and not being led around by others. Even his teacher Fan Yun was amazed, saying that if his body was not suitable for practicing martial arts, with his strong will, I am afraid that there is no martial arts in the world that cannot be conquered. .

However, Hui Ji will be jealous of Heaven. Fan Yun

Say this is a gorgeous dividing line--

A reminder for novel netizens: please pay attention to resting your eyes when reading for a long time.

Say---This is a gorgeous dividing line---

We also know that even if Julian Cui doesn't know martial arts, he is still able to surpass most people in the world.

Some people are destined to be born extraordinary.

All pain, to him, is just tempering.

Blow away all the sand to get to the gold.

Julian Cui slowly closed his eyes again.

The Linlang Pavilion auction was about to happen, and he didn't believe that Sterling Feng could wait ten days before coming to see him.

...

"What's going on?" Sterling Feng frowned slightly as she looked at Cedric Pei, who was about to speak but hesitated, and became a little impatient.

The Linlang Pavilion auction started four days ago and lasted for six days. Tomorrow is the last day. Most of the auctions in the first few days were medicinal materials and silks, but the last day was the rare and exotic treasures that attracted everyone's attention.

Although these days are also very lively, with a lot of transaction volume, and many people return with full loads, many people are focusing on the auction on the last day. Even if they can't afford it, it can open their eyes and come all the way. This trip.

But Sterling Feng was very dissatisfied.

Because the progress in the past few days has not been smooth, Wen Liang and others are still in the custody of the county government. Although Linlang Pavilion does not dare to do anything, there are still people coming to beg for mercy every day. Sterling Feng disappears, he will Cui Bu left it to Cedric Pei to take care of it, and went to the auction to keep an eye on it. However, Qin never showed up, as if she had already disappeared in the vast sea of   people, and the Tianchi jade gallbladder was nowhere to be found.

Sterling Feng knew that even if the jade gall was alive, it would definitely be on the last day of the auction, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had missed something, and he was inevitably a little irritated.

Since taking charge of Jie Jian Mansion, it has been a smooth journey, even if there are obstacles, it has been a long time since he encountered this kind of uncertainty and indescribable ethereal feeling, as if there is something invisible in the dark. His hands were playing chess, and he himself was standing beside the chessboard, but he was unknowingly pulled into this fog, and was about to become one of the chess pieces...

Sterling Feng's heart trembled, as if he had caught something suddenly, and then it disappeared in an instant.

Cedric Pei said: "Last time you asked me to use Naihe Xiang on that man for five days. I was afraid that the man's body wouldn't be able to bear it, so I didn't dare to use it more. When I went in to check, he was already unconscious, and my subordinates poured him water from the well. Po woke up and took the opportunity to interrogate him. He still insisted that he had no relationship with the Qin family, so his subordinates believed that Cui was indeed innocent. "

If this person is not innocent, then he has a heart of iron and a heart of steel, reaching a point where even Nai Hexiang cannot do anything to him.

But is it possible?

Not to mention such a sick and consumptive ghost, even a master of martial arts, Cedric Pei has never seen anyone who can survive the power of Nai Hexiang for several days without begging for mercy.

Sterling Feng said: "Where are the people?"

Cedric Pei said: "I'm lying in the east wing."

Sterling Feng frowned: "Released?"

Cedric Pei smiled bitterly: "My husband, do you think that everyone is like you, can you survive a few days under the incense of Naihe without ruining your ambition? He has a high fever now, let alone opening his mouth, even if he can survive this time ,Do not know at all."

Sterling Feng hummed slightly: "This person is still useful. If he can't survive, he will have to take medicine to help him breathe."

When Cedric Pei heard this, he wondered if he would use some kind of torture on people. He said hurriedly: "The doctor said, he is exhausted internally and externally, and he cannot withstand any torture!"

Sterling Feng did not answer this question.

He followed Cedric Pei to the east wing, and sure enough he saw Cui Buquhe sleeping soundly. Compared to the previous days, his cheeks were noticeably thinner and paler. On the back of his hands exposed outside the quilt, the blue meridians were faintly visible, and they became increasingly pale. He appeared to be dying and his body was torn apart.

Sterling Feng stood at the edge of the bed and stared at the other person's sleeping face for a long time. The patient seemed to have sensed this burning gaze in his sleep, his brows furrowed slightly, and he did not sleep peacefully.

Cedric Pei whispered: "Lang Jun, do you want to detoxify him? Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be cured."

Sterling Feng shook his head, touched his chin and stared at Cui Buqi. Seeing him struggling in the nightmare seemed to be quite interesting.

After a while, he suddenly said: "Tell me, could he be from Zuoyue Bureau?"