blood fox

Chapter 21

After I was supported by Ling Yuan to stand still, he stretched out the umbrella towards me and motioned for me to take it.

I glanced at the obvious traces of burnt paper on the ground: "Let me clean it up. After all, this is the scene of the crime. It's not good to leave traces like this."

"Hu Sanniang will send someone to clean it up. If you clean it up, there will still be traces, so she has to come." Ling Yuan held my hand and stuffed the umbrella into my hand.

He took my hand, half circled me, and shared an umbrella with me: "There are already people outside, so you can't open the door. I'll take you out, and you close your eyes."

Grandma also said before that when some great immortals cast spells, they cannot be seen. If they are cast, the spells will not work.

I quickly closed my eyes, but I felt something warm touch my face.

Then the body hit the cool and soft cloth, and smelled the faint fragrance of ink on it.

The hand involuntarily tightened the cloth it touched.

I didn't feel anything in my body, but I heard the sound of various trumpets in the morning market.

Then came Ling Yuan's deep voice: "Okay, let's have breakfast, you lead the way."

I quickly loosened Ling Yuan's clothes, opened my eyes with my black umbrella in place, and saw people coming and going, but the water for washing vegetables, the water for killing chickens and ducks, and the rotten vegetable leaves were all piled up on the ground.

Looking at Ling Yuan next to him in a moonlight brocade robe, he walked out holding an umbrella: "What do you want to eat, let's change places, I invite you."

But as soon as the words came out, Ling Yuan under the umbrella paused.

I just remembered that he doesn't need to eat.

I deliberately said that I would eat breakfast to take care of me.

Busily stopped, covering Ling Yuan's figure.

But he still smiled gently, and said softly to me: "I forgot, you are still sick, you can't eat outside food, go back to the hospital first, let Hu Sanniang prepare."

While speaking, I don't know why Ling Yuan made a gesture.

Hu Sanniang drove the car last night to the intersection of Laojie.

I don't know if she has been waiting here, or just flashed here after receiving Ling Yuan's order.

But when I think of Hu Sanniang's wanton vigor in front of me before, combined with the present, I have to be a driver, check information, deliver food, and finish.

Suddenly I feel a little sympathetic to Sanniang Hu, it seems that after Ling Yuan appeared, this little fox who loves to jump and dance doesn't even dare to breathe.

But I was holding a big black umbrella, and it was really not easy to stay long in this busy morning market, so I carefully held the umbrella, opened the door, and let Ling Yuan get in the car first.

He looked at me standing by the car door holding an umbrella, and a look of sadness flashed across his face: "When I was watching TV in Lingyun Community, men beat women. But I can't even hold an umbrella for you."

There is already a whitish sun shining down at this time, Ling Yuan can't see the sun after all.

So as soon as he finished speaking, he floated into the car and sat stiffly.

I held an umbrella and looked at the car curtains that Hu Sanniang had installed overnight to block the light by the car window.

A thought suddenly came to my mind: Ling Yuan said that he and I would go our separate ways, perhaps because he is a ghost.

Although this idea is a bit too self-righteous.

But I have a vague feeling that this is the truth.

I got into the car with an umbrella, and I closed the car window to make it airtight.

As soon as the car started, Ling Yuan reached out and handed me an ointment: "It's for burns."

"Ah?" I was turning the umbrella and put it away, and I was completely dumbfounded when I heard this.

Ling Yuan pointed to the back of my right hand and put the ointment beside me.

I just remembered the place where the incense ash was burned on the back of my hand.

After a night, the two blisters became more transparent.

This kind cannot be squeezed and easily infected.

Look at the unteared price tag on the ointment Ling Yuan gave.

Obviously Hu Sanniang bought it temporarily, but I don't know when Ling Yuan told Hu Sanniang about it.

I glanced at my two pea-sized blisters.

I squeezed the medicine and put it aside, but it didn't work.

This little injury is nothing.

When I was young, in order to help me earn tuition fees, my grandmother often went to distant villages to guard mourning halls and make joss sticks for people.

The mourning hall has to stay up all night, and it is far away, and grandma can't come back, so I have to cook dinner by myself.

When I was eight years old, when I changed the briquettes for the briquette stove, although the bottom briquettes were burnt, when I picked them out with tongs, I might have used too much force, and they were broken immediately.

It was summer, sandals, fresh soot spilled on my feet.

It was so hot that I jumped up immediately, and the plastic sandals were all melted.

I washed the coal ash on it with water myself, and I was afraid that the burning coal balls had not been put in for a long time and would go out again, so I hurriedly put the coal balls in again.

The entire instep was scalded with blisters of all sizes, and I even cooked noodles myself.

I'm even afraid that grandma will find out when she comes back that she will be scolded, and she is still wearing shoes and socks in summer.

Later, when she was sleeping at night, grandma noticed the fishy smell.

At that time, the blisters were all broken, but pus was still flowing, so there was a fishy smell.

It was still scolding, but at that time in the countryside, the family was poor, and no one had burn medicine at all.

You have to go to the town to buy it, and the pharmacy may not have it.

Later, I went to someone else's house and asked for half a bottle of medicated oil for a mouse with unopened eyes and long hair soaked in tea oil. After rubbing it for half a month, it slowly recovered.

For half a month, my grandma scolded me for my hands and feet while rubbing medicated oil on me.

But if I pretended to be in pain, she hurriedly relaxed her hands and feet, and when she raised her eyes to look at me again, her eyes were as bright as my insteps smeared with medicated oil.

Since then, grandma never went to other villages to guard the mourning hall for others.

And I still have scars on the back of my instep.

Now these two small spots may be healed tomorrow, and they still need hundreds of burn medicines.

Seeing that I was useless, Ling Yuan stared at my hand to retract the umbrella.

"If you don't want to accept the incense, do you have to do that? What if you can't beat it?" I put away the black umbrella and asked, "What about Yang Hui?"

She's even more resentful towards me, and she's being manipulated by the things in the Lingyun community, and I can't burn paper, I'm afraid it will be very difficult.

Hu Sanniang, who was driving, heard what I said, turned her head and looked at Ling Yuan in surprise, then remembered something, and turned her head cowardly.

"Of course there are other ways. I can issue a command talisman and call the ghost messenger to come. In front of the ghost messenger, I will naturally receive incense ashes." Ling Yuan said softly, "I don't know good from bad, and I hurt you at will." People. Hmph!"

"Who did he hurt?" Ling Yuan and I were the only ones in the gold shop at that time, so who did the boss hurt?

Could it be that in the day after his death, he still ran out to hurt people?
Ling Yuan stared at the burn on the back of my hand, stretched out his long hand, and squeezed the unopened box of burn medicine that I had taken, and opened it.

Then, not allowing me to refuse, he pulled my fingertips and squeezed the ointment like grease on the wound.

Seeing that he stretched out his fingers like white jade to wipe it.

I was afraid that the medicated oil would stain his hands, so I hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."

Ling Yuan's outstretched fingers froze, he raised his eyes to look at me, then slowly let go of his hand, and turned his head to look out the window.

I feel like he is not very happy again, but I don't know how to make him unhappy.

Kneading the medicated oil with his fingers, he suddenly realized: This is what Ling Yuan said about hurting people!
(End of this chapter)