You Are Not the Only Rich Chapter 201

In the chaotic darkness, there seemed to be some noise in my ears. I tried hard to hear it clearly, but I felt that the sound was suddenly near and far away. There was a faint light in front of me, and a person's shadow was dimly reflected. Liancheng Guyue frowned. , I wanted to reach out and touch it, but my whole body seemed to have been drained of strength and I couldn't move. My heart was extremely frizzy. I gritted my teeth and struggled as hard as I could, and actually opened my eyes.
"You're awake." A young woman's surprised voice came to her ears, and then she said, "Go and tell the old lady that this young man has woken up."
Liancheng Guyue frowned, countless fragments flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly remembered what happened that day. He immediately lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but felt that his hands and feet were sore. If it weren't for the quick hands of the servant next to him, he almost fell to the ground.
"Lie back down first." The woman was also startled and quickly helped the servant to help him back to bed. "After staying in the sea for too long, the cold has penetrated into your bones. You need to take good care of yourself."
"Where is this place?" Liancheng Gu Yue asked in a hoarse voice.
"Lanjia Reef," the woman said, "When our merchant ship passed by Soul-Destroying Bay, we saw you lying unconscious on a plank, so we rescued you. Even the old lady said that she had never seen anyone as lucky as you."
"Have you rescued the others?" Liancheng Guyue grabbed her sleeve and said anxiously, "He is also a man in his twenties, wearing white clothes."
"No more." The woman shook her head, "I only met you."
After hearing this, Liancheng Guyue fell back on the bed and remained silent for a long time.
The woman sent her maid to get some water while helping him sit down. She asked carefully, "Did you encounter a shipwreck? Is that young man in white your friend?"
"It was a conspiracy." Liancheng Guyue's voice was hoarse. Thinking back to the flames that shot up into the sky that day, he felt as if his whole body was torn apart by a knife.
Seeing him like this, the woman tactfully asked no further questions and handed him some hot tea to moisten his throat.
"Madam." The voice of a servant came from outside, and then an old lady with white hair walked in. She was dressed in pearls and jade, and had the aura of a mistress of a wealthy family.
"Old lady." The rest of the people in the room also saluted.
"He's awake now." The old lady sat on the chair and felt his pulse. "He's lucky. He's recovered."
"Our lady is a skilled doctor. She saved your life." said the woman on the side.
Liancheng Guyue nodded slightly, "Thank you, madam."
"Looking at the calluses on your hands, you don't look like a businessman, but more like a martial artist." The old lady asked, "Why did you appear in Soul-Destroying Bay alone?"
"I was originally going to Ranshuang Island to find the magic doctor with ghost hands." Probably because he shouted in the sea for too long that night, Liancheng Guyue's lips were chapped, and his throat felt like it was on fire after speaking a few more words.
"Going to Ranshuang Island?" The old lady frowned upon hearing this, "That shouldn't be this direction."
As expected... Liancheng Guyue told the story in general with a bitter expression.
"No wonder." The old lady said, "Your enemies want to kill you?"
Liancheng Guyue shook his head, "I don't have any enemies here. Those criminals are most likely coming for my wife."
"That gang of gangsters are so courageous that they dared to go to Soul Bay." The woman said to herself, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "Could it be that gang of lunatics who did it again?"
"Who?" Liancheng Guyue asked.
The woman said, "What's the name of the seventy-two green dragons and fierce tigers?" It's really not easy to remember at all.
"The Seventy-Two Palaces of the Heavenly Evil Green Dragon and Tiger?" Liancheng Guyue suddenly felt a little light in his heart.
"That's right, that's right. How do you know that?" The woman was surprised, then suspicious, "Is your wife the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains, named Yin Wushuang?"
"It's him." Lian Cheng Guyue said anxiously, not caring that she was completely exhausted, "What else does the girl know?"
"Don't be impatient." The woman looked at the old lady and saw her nodded slightly before continuing, "The Soulless Bay is a fatal bay in the South China Sea. In fact, it was not mentioned this way before, but in the past few years From the beginning, it began to be foggy all day long, and ships often disappeared. Later, after the incident spread, passing merchant ships would rather go away than to change their route, and the place became a desolate place. "
"Where is Tiansha Palace?" Liancheng Guyue asked, "Also, how do you know Yin Wushuang?"
"The second young master is born with the ability to identify the direction in the fog, so my merchant ship was not affected at all and continued to take the shortcut near the Lost Soul Bay." The woman said, "I was used to not even a single person there, so who I know that one time I actually encountered a ship. There were about a dozen men in black on it. They looked a little dazed. They said happily that they were from some kind of Tiansha palace. They also said that they were strong in martial arts and were not afraid of the soul-destroying fog. They wanted to go to the Central Plains to propose marriage and get married. The first beauty Yin Wushuang came back. "After a pause, the woman continued, "I thought the first beauty was a girl, but later the second young master said she was a man, so we also wrote down the name. Is he your wife? "
"Yes." Liancheng Guyue coughed hoarsely, "How far is this place from Shouhun Bay and Ranshuang Island?"
"It takes five or six days to sail from Lost Soul Bay." The old lady said, "As for Ranshuang Island, no one knows where it is exactly. I can only make a rough estimate, about fifteen or six days."
"How long will it take me to recover?" Liancheng Guyue asked again.
"It will take at least ten days," the old lady said, "the cold must be driven away, otherwise it will leave a root of illness."
"I can't wait." Liancheng Guyue shook her head and begged, suppressing the pain, "I beg the old lady to use the fastest method to treat it. I want to find Wushuang."
"It will take at least five or six days, why rush it?" said the old lady, "Besides, even if you are cured, you may not be able to get through the Soul-Destroying Bay. The origin of the Heavenly Demon Palace is strange, and no one knows where it is exactly."
"I'll take you there." While they were talking, a young man walked in from outside the door. He looked like a scholar.
"Second Young Master." The woman greeted.
"You?" The old lady frowned when she heard that.
"Mother." The man said, "I happened to hear the news when I went to the fishing port this time. He is the young master of the Liancheng clan."
"Really?" The old lady was surprised when she heard that. She looked at Liancheng Guyue and said, "Are you Shisanniang's son?"
Liancheng Guyue was surprised, "Madam, do you know my mother?"
"Really?" After being reminded, the old lady felt that the young man in front of her looked familiar, so she smiled and said, "We knew each other, but it was 20 or 30 years ago. Later, she disappeared, and I married to the South China Sea, and we lost contact."
"Many merchant ships have been swallowed up in the Soul Bay, and I have long wanted to go in and see what happened." The man said, "This time I happened to be with Brother Liancheng, so I can count as a lot of helpers."
"Madam." Liancheng Guyue endured the pain, turned over and got out of bed, wanting to kneel, but was held up by someone.
"Forget it, I promise you, but you must be careful." The old lady frowned slightly and said to her second son, "From what Young Master Liancheng said just now, that group of people should not be simple, so don't act rashly." Then she said to Liancheng Guyue, "I'm afraid it's impossible to ask you to wait a few more days. I will cure you as soon as possible, but I'm afraid it will be painful."
Liancheng Guyue nodded and thanked him. Although he felt a little hopeful, he was still anxious.
The second young master of Lanjiajiao is named Lan Xi. He is the helmsman of the Lanjia caravan and the key figure in the island's connection to the outside world. In his early years, he often heard his mother mention the events of that year, so he also had some impressions of Thirteenth Niang. When he went to the fishing village this time, he heard from some Jianghu people that Liancheng Guyue was nearby, and he was thinking about whether to visit or ask. After learning about the current situation of Thirteen Niang, I went back to tell my mother to make her happy, but later I gave up because I was too pressed for time. But I never expected that the two of them would meet in this way.
There was obviously something wrong with the ship on Ranshuang Island, and it was very possible that the real boatman had been killed. Lan Xi sent a small boat to the vicinity of Ranshuang Island, hoping to have a chance to meet people on the island so that he could inform the ghost-hand doctor about the matter. The old lady was concentrating on treating Liancheng Guyue's injuries. The cold air in her bones should have been slowly nursed back to health, but this time she was eager for quick success and quick gain, so the pain she suffered was much greater. Soaked in the hot potion, Liancheng Guyue clenched his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and asked the old lady to slowly insert the silver needle into the acupuncture point, just thinking about recovering his martial arts quickly so that he could be brought back to her as soon as possible.
On another island, a thick fog was spreading and covering the island, bringing with it a fishy smell of seaweed that made people feel nauseous.
In an empty house, Yin Wushuang was tied to an iron pillar with his hands tied behind his back. His black hair was messy and his eyes were cold.
"We meet again." The ferocious-looking man in black smiled ugly and looked closely at his facial features, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You really didn't disappoint me. You look better than before."
"What do you want to do?" Yin Wushuang's voice was calm, she just looked at him coldly. When he heard the fighting sound at the bow that day, he knew something was wrong, but before he could get out, a mist suddenly rose in the cabin, choking him so much that he couldn't even open his eyes, and then he was hit on the back of his head with a palm, and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he was tied up here, and the man in black in front of him was Qian Jiyan, the disciple that Qian Dao Yinxiang brought to Wuxue Sect as a guest.
Although he was just a child at the time, he was already disgusted with him. He just felt that this man always had a dark aura that was almost paranoid. He didn't expect that he would become even more crazy after not seeing each other for many years, and he didn't expect that his martial arts would actually improve him. So weird.
"What a beautiful face..." Qian Jiyan seemed not to hear him speak, just staring at him, mumbling something in his mouth, and after a while he grabbed his head and roared, "Why did you sleep with him? Why?" After saying that, he laughed grimly, "But it doesn't matter, now I'm afraid that even his body has been eaten by fish and shrimps, and there is not even a residue left."
In the gloomy laughter, Yin Wushuang looked at the lunatic in front of him, his mind went blank, and his nails were deeply embedded in the palms of his hands. Thinking of the warm time the two had in the fishing village, he felt that his heart was being peeled off piece by piece, dripping with blood like a knife.
"Cry, why don't you cry?" Qian Jiyan roared in front of him.
Yin Wushuang's eyes were calm, she just looked at him without saying a word. For the first time, anger ignited in his heart that had been indifferent for more than 20 years - he had never hated anyone so much in his life.
If the one he loved had already died at the bottom of the sea, he would not live alone in the world. But before that, he would not let go of even a little bit of the debts that he owed and the revenge that he owed.
"It's better not to cry. If your eyes are swollen, it won't look good." Qian Jiyan looked at him with an obsessed look, as if he was admiring a priceless treasure. "I have met many beauties in these years, but none of them can compare to you. I also went to see Oliver. She looks good, but her temperament is far from yours. Even if you can do it, it won't be a rare treasure."
"What exactly do you want to do?" Yin Wushuang frowned.
"Let me show you something." Seeing him ask, Qian Jiyan laughed softly again, as if afraid of disturbing anyone, and pointed to the wall on the left.
Yin Wushuang looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that there was only a wall. But before she could ask, the wall slowly opened, revealing the house, or rather the devil's cave, behind it.
The room was inlaid with countless night pearls, so even though there were no windows, it was very bright inside. In the middle was a chaise longue, on which three beautiful women were reclining, all with delicate faces and fair skin, dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes, but all of them were motionless, with no spirit in their eyes, and their facial expressions remained unchanged for thousands of years.
It's more like a puppet than a person.
Even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, Yin Wushuang still felt a chill down his spine when he saw this scene.
"Do they look good?" Qian Jiyan smiled slyly in his ear, "They are all beauties I have found over the years. Although they are far inferior to you, they are still rare. In fact, there should be eight of them, but unfortunately they were not smoked well and could not be preserved for long. In the end, only these are left."
"You lunatic." Yin Wushuang looked at him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there could be someone in this world who could be so cruel and crazy.
"Am I a madman?" Qian Jiyan laughed, "That old man said the same thing and wanted to expel me from the school, so I killed him. Beautiful things must be preserved forever, otherwise such a perfect thing How sad it would be for a face to grow old in just a few decades."
Looking at his distorted face, Yin Wushuang felt sick to her stomach the more she looked at it.
"It's just a pity that I didn't get you earlier, and you were injured by someone else." Qian Jiyan clenched her fists fiercely, walked around the room twice angrily, and suddenly stopped beside him, "But it doesn't matter. By then, I promise to make you clean and you won't smell like any other man at all."
"Get lost." Yin Wushuang's tone was cold.
"Let me go?" Qian Jiyan shook his head, "I want to stay by your side for the rest of your life. When you can't move, I will have to wash your face, comb your hair, and change your clothes every day. How can I just go away like that?"
The wall was turned back again, and Qian Jiyan took out a box from the side. After opening it, there was a strange sound. "This is the bone-penetrating incense made by the old man. He refused to tell the recipe until his death. So what? It's nothing more than this." After saying that, he raised his hand and threw the box of incense out of the window.
"Are you Lei Yong's master?" Yin Wushuang frowned.
"Yes, it was me." Qianjiyan said, "I originally didn't want to accept him as my apprentice, but later I changed my mind. Do you know why?"
Yin Wushuang looked at him without saying a word.
"Because one time I passed by the tea shed and I happened to hear someone talking about you and Liancheng Guyue." Mentioning this, Qian Jiyan's tone became more ferocious, "Everyone said that you two were going to get married, but Lei Yong, he Like me, I feel that no one in this world is worthy of you, so I accepted him as my apprentice. "
Yin Wushuang sneered, "If Lei Yong had known that this would be his fate, he would have wanted to bite off his tongue." He was originally just a petty thief, and even if he was caught, he would at most be imprisoned for a few years. But now he has become a big-name bandit, and he will spend the rest of his life in exile and hard labor. This is truly a life worse than death.
"No one in this world is worthy of you." Qian Jiyan circled around him, "God made you so impeccable. You should have been alone to enjoy yourself. You will never grow old and your face will never fade. You will always look this beautiful. "
Yin Wushuang shook her head inwardly, and her disgust for him increased.
When they met before, he only knew that this person had an almost pathological pursuit of the word "perfection", but he did not expect that he would eventually take such an extremely negative approach and destroy everything to fulfill himself.
"I really didn't wait for you in vain for so many years." Qianji said, "Even if I search the whole world, I will never find someone as perfect as you, especially your eyes."
"Eyes?" Yin Wushuang sneered and glanced at the closed wall next to him.
"I have never seen eyes so black and bright." Qian Jiyan's eyes were obsessed, as if he had seen the most perfect work of his life. After thinking about it, he became discouraged, "It's just that I haven't figured out how to preserve the spirit in the eyes." No matter how complete those puppets were, there was always a dead look in their eyes, and it could not be changed no matter what.
"Because the eyes are connected to the heart." Yin Wushuang looked at him coldly, "If the heart dies, the eyes will naturally die too."
"No." Qian Jiyan shook his head and gritted his teeth, "Your eyes are so beautiful, I will definitely find a way to preserve them."
"Then just wait." Yin Wushuang looked away, not wanting to look at him again.
"It's been raining a lot recently, so it's not suitable to start work." Qian Jiyan said foolishly, "But there's no rush. Before that, you still have to fumigate in the bone-eroding incense for a while. After a dozen days, every bone will emit a strange fragrance, and the skin color will become more transparent." A box was pulled out, and when it was opened, there was a brick-like thing, "This is the bone-eroding incense. It's different from the bone-penetrating incense made by that old guy. It doesn't smell like anything, but it can really corrode bones. I originally used it next to you, but unfortunately it doesn't seem to work." There was a hint of regret in his words.
"The incense room is already being prepared. You'll be able to go in in two or three hours." Qian Jiyan whispered to himself, "Don't worry, there's a smoke in the bone-eroding incense. After you fall asleep, no matter what I do, you won't feel any pain."
Yin Wushuang looked expressionless, but her mind was racing.
"Such a beautiful face will soon have eternal life." Qian Jiyan was so excited when he mentioned this that his voice trembled. He wanted to touch him but pulled his hand back, as if he was afraid of breaking the glass. He happily walked around the room twice, then opened a large box on the table. In the sunlight, rows of small knives and silver needles emitted dazzling light.
"These are my tools." Qian Jiyan held up the box to show him, "When the time comes, they will move under your skin, remove the unnecessary parts, and then fill them with medicine." His tone was extremely calm, as if he was introducing a delicacy rather than such a horrific devilish act.
Or maybe in his world, this is really something as common as a delicacy.
His hands and feet were tightly locked by the cold iron, and his breath was somewhat disordered. He must have been given Hua Gong Powder. With his own internal strength, it is not impossible to completely force him out, but it will take at least three days. But according to what he just said, he will be sent to the smoke-filled house in three hours at most.
Yin Wushuang frowned slightly, and while he was admiring the set of tools, he quickly looked around.
There is an iron railing next to the iron pillar. Perhaps it was not polished carefully during pouring, so a small tip protrudes from the smooth surface, which looks very sharp.
Yin Wushuang tried the distance, then gritted her teeth, turned her body, and rubbed her cheek hard against him.
Hearing the movement on the other end, Qian Jiyan suddenly turned around and was shocked when she saw what he was doing. She quickly stepped forward to stop him, but was still a step too late.
Although the iron spike was small, it was enough to leave a two-inch long wound on the face. In addition, Yin Wushuang was almost trying her best to destroy her own appearance, so she showed no mercy. Blood continued to seep out of the wound, instantly dyeing half of her cheek red.
"How dare you!!!" Qian Jiyan screamed out of control and went crazy. She raised her hand to hit him, but she restrained herself after meeting his cold eyes and vented her anger aside. He punched the railing with his fists like crazy, making endless banging sounds. In just the blink of an eye, the iron railing was reduced to rubble.
Yin Wushuang was secretly worried. Looking at his Kung Fu skills, he was afraid that even if he was not poisoned, he might not be 100% sure of defeating the opponent. Although Qian Dao Yin Xiang was also a master at that time, he was more obsessed with carving and making incense. If he really talked about his martial arts skills, he might not even be half as good as him.
Such a level and methods were definitely not taught by Qiandao Yinxiang. It seemed like he had practiced some weird kung fu, which was why his skills increased so greatly in a short period of time.
Qian Jiyan beat him wildly in the house for a while before he remembered that he should treat the wound on his face first, so he almost rolled out of the house. After a while, he came in with a medicine box and hurriedly helped him stop the bleeding. He was mumbling words, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his whole body seemed like he was going crazy.
"You are mine, you are mine." Qian Jiyan repeated it over and over again like an evil spirit. She wiped the blood off his face, carefully applied the medicine, and then tied him tightly with a rope. After confirming that he could no longer move, he breathed a sigh of relief while sweating profusely.
Yin Wushuang closed her eyes, her expression still as cold and indifferent as it had been for thousands of years.
It would be best if this wound could leave a scar. Even if it doesn't, it will take five days to heal completely. And five days is enough time for me to force out all the poison.
A bell suddenly rang outside. Qian Jiyan pricked up his ears alertly, and his face changed from manic to gloomy. He turned around and went out to check what was going on.