Reborn to marry ex-husband's nemesis

Chapter 757 One after another, calling his name
After kneeling on the last step, the door of Sanqing Temple opened slowly.

A little Taoist boy came out from inside and saw Han Zhan standing outside the door soaked all over, with crimson blood stains on his pale and haggard face. , can not help but understand.

Many people would kowtow and kneel up step by step, but at most, their foreheads would be blue and red. It was the first time he had seen such a sincere person with such a broken head.

He nodded slightly to Han Zhan: "Is this fellow Taoist here to offer incense? You are welcome."

After all, get out of the way and bring people to the Sanqing statue.

"What do fellow daoists want to ask for? After offering these three pillars of fragrance, go back and wait."

Han Zhan said thank you, took the incense and respectfully lit it, and then kowtowed three more times.

After getting up, he suddenly realized that he came out in a hurry and did not bring any incense money.

Dao Tong saw Han Zhan's embarrassment, and said, "Master said that if fellow Daoists are willing, they can donate three hairs of yours, and that's enough."

Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what Sanqingguan wanted his hair for, but he gave it honestly without asking why.

After Daotong took it, he sent Han Zhan to the gate of Sanqing Temple.

"Fellow Daoist, walk slowly."

After that, he turned and went back, closing the door.

According to what the master said, he put the three hairs in the kit and put them on the altar under the statue of Sanqing, and together with the statue of Sanqing, they were offered by fireworks.

The head was kowtowed, and the incense was also on, so Han Zhan had no choice but to go back.

He didn't know whether he kowtowed too hard, or the last glimmer of hope was exhausted. He didn't know the result, but Han Zhan felt dizzy and dazed before his eyes.

The way back has also become extremely long.

After he went down the mountain, he looked back at the Sanqing Temple hidden in the depths of the jungle.

The drizzle had stopped at some point, and the sun jumped out from the sky. The colorful clouds smudged most of the sky, and the mountain stream behind it became an ink painting.

Han Zhan looked away, turned around and mounted his horse, and rode away.

One person and one horse gradually disappeared on the mountain trail.

……

As soon as Han Zhan returned to the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Lingyu ran forward.

"My lord, Ma'am is all right now!" Lu Lingyu followed behind Han Zhan and watched Han Zhan climb up the steps one by one with his own eyes.

So he rushed back to Yanghu Pass before Han Zhan, just to see if Chu Zhi would be out of danger.

As a result, as soon as he came back, he heard the ghost doctor say in surprise: "Eh? The pulse has returned, and the person is conscious!"

Are you saying God is not God?
Lu Lingyu stared at Han Zhan's distressed appearance, and couldn't help swallowing. He couldn't help but want to ask, should Han Zhan take a rest and treat his wounds, but before he could say anything, Han Zhan disappeared silhouette.

Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing by.

Meng Wan was wiping the sweat off Chu Zhi's forehead, when she heard the door slam, she turned her head quickly, and saw Han Zhan standing at the door, covered in mud and sweat.

"You...how did you become like this?"

Han Zhan didn't seem to hear, he walked towards Chu Zhi in a daze, and then slowly knelt down in front of her bed.

"Oh... Zhizhi is fine." Meng Wan said quickly as if waking up from a dream, "The ghost doctor and the witch said that Zhizhi would wake up soon, don't worry, but you...how about going to wash up first?" One time? Don’t let your wound become infected.”

Meng Wan spoke for a long time, but Han Zhan didn't respond, so she knew he wouldn't listen.

He could only sigh silently, and retreated to stay outside.

"Zhizhi, I'm back..."

Han Zhan reached out to hold Chu Zhi's hand, but found that his hand was full of dirt, so he got up quickly to clean it.

He didn't sleep for several days, and went to the Sanqing Temple step by step. Coupled with the huge psychological pressure, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. He grabbed the table and stabilized himself. Sit on the spot to rest for a while, continue to walk towards Chu Zhi, sit down in front of the bed, hold Chu Zhi's hand, and then feel at ease.

"Zhizhi." He lowered his head and kissed the back of Chu Zhi's hand, "Wake up quickly, okay...I really...really...miss you..."

Lu Lingyu glanced at the room, and said to Meng Wan: "I've never seen a person with such deep affection, you haven't seen such a high step, step by step, just look at it I panicked, not to mention other things, you can see the bloody hole on Mrs. Xiao Han's forehead, how much effort it took... Don't say it, it's really touching, compared to those words This book looks much better."

Meng Wan was silent for a moment, how can it be compared?
The storybook is all fake, but this is real!
"Squeak-"

"come back quickly--"

"Squeak-"

It was as if someone was calling her name in the chaotic darkness, with some kind of traction, making her unconsciously want to get closer.

She kept searching, but the road never ended, and she was so tired and exhausted from searching.

The heart is empty, there is nothing, as if the most important thing has been discarded.

Chu Zhi felt very groggy all over his body, he didn't know the year, he didn't know where he was, he seemed to be a solitary boat entangled in the sea, looking around in the darkness, with the depression before the storm, the howling sea wind was about to blow him away. People devour.

"Squeak! Squeak! Come back soon—"

It's... Han Zhan's voice!

No, Han Zhan is dead.

Die right in front of her eyes.

She wanted to stop and save Han Zhan, but she couldn't do anything.

She shouted Han Zhan's name loudly, begging him not to die, but nothing could stop her.

She remembered, she lost a person's heart!

That great grief carried a heart-piercing sense of suffocation, as if it was about to drown her.

She reached out subconsciously.

The next moment, he was grabbed by a strong hand and pulled hard.

……

The darkness gradually disappeared, and the dull and oppressive feeling disappeared, but the despair remaining in the chest was still strong.

Chu Zhi slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Han Zhan's haggard and pale face covered with blood and rain, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his beautiful peach eyes were dead.

Obviously still the same person, but there seems to be something different.

Like a gorgeous and extravagant flower, it fell from the clouds into the abyss, carrying the dangerous power of destroying the world.

"Han, Han Zhan..." Before Han Zhan could speak, Chu Zhi hoarsely stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Han Zhan, is it really you?"

"It's me!" Han Zhan grabbed Chu Zhi's hand and covered his face, his eyes burst out with intense ecstasy and suppressed excitement, which finally turned into the joy of the rest of his life, "Fortunately, fortunately!"

Fortunately, you woke up.

The moment he saw Han Zhan, Chu Zhi couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment, and couldn't hold back his suppressed feelings for a long time, and burst into tears.

That uncontrollable, involuntary feeling.

It was as if the rolling river finally found an outlet to vent, pouring down.

"Han Zhan...Han Zhan..."

She called Han Zhan's name over and over again, as if it was about to be imprinted in her bones.

(End of this chapter)