Chapter 126

After autumn arrived, the nights grew chilly; in a place like a hospital, the perceived temperature is often even lower.

It was fine while in the corridor earlier, sheltered from the wind, but now that he had come out, the evening breeze blew, and Li Zhuiyuan took the thin jacket out of his backpack and put it on.

Everyone's bag contained specific supplies and equipment. Back in the summer, even after wading through water and crossing rivers, he hadn't felt particularly cold, so this thin jacket had stayed at the very bottom, never worn.

When he went to zip it up, he discovered it was broken; no matter how he pulled, it wouldn't go up.

If he were back home, Great-Grandfather would take out a candle and rub it along the track.

The old man watched, eyes wide, as a youth with his head bowed, zipping his jacket, walked toward him step by step.

Earlier, he had been arrogant, even haughty in his restraint, but at this moment, he only felt his eyelids begin to twitch uncontrollably.

Those who cast curses make their living by this trade, so their perception in this regard is naturally sharper.

In fact, even setting that aside, in the current scenario, there were likely only two possibilities left:

Either the youth before him was a madman, or his own previous actions were those only a madman would commit.

The old man swallowed with some difficulty and swung the wooden staff in his hand backward three times.

The young girl who had just slipped into the ward stopped where she was, standing face-to-face with Tan Wenbin, who had already entered the state of walking in the underworld and was holding paper talismans in both hands.

The old man tucked the wooden staff into his waistband, supported it with one hand, and made a fist with his right, pointing his thumb forward:

"Divining the yin and yang, the fortune of the auspicious and the ominous; from the West Mountain, Shun Yao, the Shi Zhuozhao.

I wonder, little friend, which path of the underworld do you walk?"

Li Zhuiyuan gave up his struggle with the zipper.

He raised his head, looking at the old man who was trying to probe his background: "Nantong Haohe Wharf, the pier-side, Li the Corpse-Fisher."

"Little friend, do not joke. I have heard a thing or two about the affairs of the jianghu, but I have never heard of this 'Nantong Li the Corpse-Fisher'."

"Hmm, that's normal."

"Could it be that little friend's sect is living in seclusion in Nantong?"

"Because I just made that up today."

The old man's gaze hardened; even a clay figurine has a temper. Being repeatedly mocked by a youth at his age, the fire in his heart was becoming hard to suppress.

The old man drew his wooden staff again. He intended to act, yet he was very wary, for he knew that once this staff struck, there would be no room left for turning back.

Li Zhuiyuan kept his hands in his jacket pockets, watching him calmly, and said:

"Don't dream; there is no room left for turning back."

The old man's chest heaved. If the person who had come today were an adult or another old man, holding a Yellow River shovel and carrying a basket like himself, he would still consider himself capable of doing as he pleased.

But this youth's appearance, this temperament and aura, made cold sweat begin to bead on his forehead.

"Little friend, since it is just a small misunderstanding between juniors, wouldn't it be better to just talk it out? Is it worth tearing off all pretense? It's not worth it, don't you agree?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "In front of me, you don't have that face."

The old man gritted his teeth and leaned forward. His withered frame erupted with swift momentum. In the blink of an eye, he appeared a meter in front of Li Zhuiyuan. He held his staff sideways, intending to strike horizontally at the youth's head.

A smile appeared at the corner of Li Zhuiyuan's mouth.

The reason he had stood there earlier, constantly provoking the old man to strike first, was to push the matter to the point of no return.

Because what he wanted to do was not just kill this old man and deal with that Zhao Mengyao who cast the curse; he wanted to wipe out the entire Shi Zhuozhao clan.

He didn't know how many people were in the Shi Zhuozhao clan, whether it was a small family or a large one, so to be safe, he still had to set the stage properly.

So that the Way of Heaven could see clearly: look, they were the ones who struck first time and again; I had no choice but to wipe out their whole family.

It was merely a matter of spending a little more effort; if he were to lose his fortune because of the karma incurred by this family, that would truly be a loss.

"Bang!"

A trident caught the wooden staff.

Lin Shu You, with his face painted, revealed an exaggerated grin and glanced at the old man.

"Official... Official Generals?"

The old man recognized the Official Generals. Although this faction had not appeared long ago, it was famous for its exceptionally fierce style.

Lin Shu You lifted his arm, and the old man retreated "thump, thump, thump" in succession.

Immediately, Lin Shu You stood in front of Li Zhuiyuan, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the youth behind him: "Heh, aren't you afraid I would have acted too late?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You have a split personality, not a cognitive impairment."

"Do you know, I really don't like your high-and-mighty tone of voice."

"If you're not convinced, bottle it up."

"Pfft... pfft..."

Two wisps of white vapor spilled from Lin Shu You's nostrils.

Li Zhuiyuan was willing to say a few more words and show a bit more patience to Lin Shu You when his face wasn't painted, but once this guy painted his face, he was like a stubborn donkey—the better you treated him, the more he would act up.

The old man flicked his wooden staff toward the bamboo basket and swung it forward. A small wooden rattle was hooked by the staff, and as the tip of the staff shook, the rattle emitted a crisp sound.

A wisp of black smoke rose from the front. A young girl wearing lotus-patterned treasure clothes, her whole body a bruised purple, squatted on the ground. She raised her head, revealing a smile, her exposed fangs hooked and standing outside her lips.

Lin Shu You took a wide step, held the trident high in his right hand, and stroked the air in front of his face with his left.

"Eliminate demons and defend the Way, kill only, do not ferry~"

In an instant, Lin Shu You's entire temperament changed; the Bai He Master Master Tongzi had descended.

The trident flipped, its tip pointing at Li Zhuiyuan behind him.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi tilted his head slightly, murderous intent revealed.

Li Zhuiyuan and the Bai He Master Master Tongzi had a grudge.

Last time, by the riverbank outside the school infirmary, the Bai He Master Master Tongzi had already revealed murderous intent toward him.

Because Li Zhuiyuan intended to have Him sign a new labor contract.

But ultimately, everyone nominally held a rice bowl stamped with the words "Righteous Path."

Therefore, no matter how much they clashed, it belonged to internal contradictions of the Righteous Path.

Li Zhuiyuan: "That is a pair of sisters, living people refined into cursed objects."

The trident flipped again, its tip pointing forward.

Li Zhuiyuan was not panicked at all. In this situation, if the Bai He Master Master Tongzi didn't strike the old man first but instead struck him, He would be completely negating His previous path, falling directly from an Yin God back to a Ghost King.

He was unwilling.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi took a step, performing the Three-San Bu Zan, His figure flickering and alternating in the corridor amidst the night.

The old man thrust his wooden staff forward. The purple young girl leaped up like an ape, grabbed the top, used her hands and feet alternately to climb rapidly, and once she reached above the Bai He Master Master Tongzi, she whistled down.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi raised His head, His vertical pupils opened, and the young girl's figure became sluggish.

"Ah!!!"

The young girl let out a sharp shriek, shaking the Bai He Master Master Tongzi's vertical pupils into disorder. After landing on the opponent's shoulders, she raised her hands, extended her sharp claws, and stabbed at the Bai He Master Master Tongzi's face.

"Clang!"

The young girl's sharp claws were caught by the trident. The Bai He Master Master Tongzi grabbed toward His back with His other hand, and like lifting a mischievous monkey, He caught the young girl.

The vertical pupils, which had been dissipating, were now not only exceptionally stable but also flowed with a blood-red luster.

The young girl revealed fear; she felt the huge gap in strength.

As a cursed grudge, she was not even as good as the fierce ghosts wandering in the ordinary countryside; how could she be a match for an Official General?

In other words, if an Official General couldn't even handle this kind of goods, what face would He have to shout "Kill only, do not ferry"?

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi held the young girl in His left hand, raised her in front of Him, and stabbed with the trident in His right hand.

"Pfft!"

"Ah!!!"

A scream came.

But this time, it was sincere, and following the initial miserable wail, the fierce look on the young girl's body gradually faded, and her eyes gradually revealed a sense of relief.

Inside the ward, a series of flickering muffled sounds came.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look inside, then raised his left hand and snapped his fingers again:

"Snap!"

Under the hospital bed, the three extinguished lamps instantly reignited.

"Bang!"

The young girl's body was ejected directly from the ward by a barrier and landed in front of the Bai He Master Master Tongzi.

The young girl in the Bai He Master Master Tongzi's hand had completely dissipated. He took the opportunity to squat down, grabbed the young girl's neck with His left hand, and stabbed down again with the trident in His right hand.

Without too much flashiness, without reversals or surprises, the Official General, originally a Ghost King and now an Yin God, knew very well how to deal with this kind of soul-type evil spirit.

The old man was so scared that the wooden staff in his hand began to tremble. This time, it wasn't a summoning; it was fear from the bottom of his heart.

When he introduced himself earlier, he had stated his inherited profession; the Shi Zhuozhao clan was good at casting curses from the shadows and was not suited for head-on confrontation.

At this moment, both of his cursed grudges had been dispersed by the opponent, and he no longer had the confidence to continue fighting.

"Who exactly are you? Who exactly are you?"

An obscure Nantong Li the Corpse-Fisher, yet he could make an Official General willing to act as a thug.

When his cursed grudge first failed to enter the ward, he had been suspicious. Seeing the youth snap his fingers again, he realized that this ward had been set up with a formation beforehand!

Damn it,

They were fishing!

Skilled at setting up formations, capable of having such a thug—you tell me this is an ordinary corpse-fisher?

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi gradually approached the old man.

Back then, Li Zhuiyuan had just casually sealed a high-heeled female ghost that was causing trouble to act as a gatekeeper; from the perspective of the Official General, that was already a crime of controlling ghosts.

This old man before him not only refined curses with living people but also drove cursed grudges to harm others; was that not a crime deserving of death?

"You, you, you, who exactly are you!"

The old man stood there, continuing to point his finger at Li Zhuiyuan and ask.

Li Zhuiyuan ignored him, instead leaning sideways against the corridor railing and looking downstairs, as if waiting for something to appear.

In his heart, he pondered: The old guy casting cursed grudges one after another clearly didn't conform to common sense; even the most brilliant curse-caster couldn't withstand playing like this.

Moreover, he had seen Zhao Mengyao during the day; her complexion was normal and her qi and blood were stable; he couldn't see any traces of the curse-caster suffering a backlash.

Could it be that this Shi Zhuozhao clan had mastered some secret technique that could offset the backlash of casting curses?

On the other side, the Bai He Master Master Tongzi walked up to the old man, and the trident stabbed out, piercing through the old man's chest.

The old man's complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

In fact, the old man had truly turned into a piece of paper.

The trident had merely pierced through a piece of paper.

The questioning while standing in place was just a diversion; the old man had seen that the situation was bad and had slipped away long ago.

"Heh..."

Li Zhuiyuan let out a laugh. In his line of sight, he happened to see the old man run out of the stairs and appear in the flower bed in front of the inpatient building.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi's ears, nose, corners of His mouth, and even the corners of His eyes began to spray white vapor.

He had been played, and he had even been laughed at by the youth behind him.

The Master Master Tongzi turned around and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed downward: "Why aren't you chasing yet?"

The Master Master Tongzi leaped, jumping down from the floor above.

Every time He descended a floor, His hand would lightly touch the railing, floor by floor, rapidly skimming past, and finally landing.

The fleeing old man looked back and was shocked to find that the Official General had already appeared behind him. He was so scared that his soul was almost gone, and he hurriedly continued to flee.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi stepped on the Three-San Bu Zan, rapidly closing the distance between the two sides.

The old man looked back again, murderous intent in his eyes, took out a wooden tablet from his bosom, and bit it in his mouth.

The wooden tablet rose with black mist. The old man's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose immediately overflowed with fresh blood, but his running speed increased because of this, and his hands and feet became more agile.

The two sides began a seesaw chase, one after the other.

As he ran, the old man discovered that the Official General behind him had actually stopped.

"Hoo..."

The old man's heart eased slightly. Just as he was preparing to take the wooden tablet out of his mouth, a "whoosh" sound of wind came from behind. He looked back and saw that the Official General actually had three sticks of incense on His head and was chasing again!

This time, he didn't dare to spit out the wooden tablet; he even bit it open with his teeth, and the black juice inside spilled out, soaking into his throat.

Thick blood vessels extended downward from his neck, and the old man's speed increased further.

The specialty industry didn't value regional advantages much. The Sixth Hospital, which focused on mental illness, was arranged in the new district during planning. There was a large open area nearby, and there weren't many people on the road at this hour, which was just right for both sides to stretch their legs and run wildly.

The old man's breath began to wither. He knew that his physique had been overdrawn to a certain extent, and it was difficult to continue squeezing out potential with existing means.

Behind him, the Official General was getting closer and closer. The Bai He Master Master Tongzi was clearly walking, but every blink seemed to change His position, bringing an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The old man saw a river ahead. He reached into his bamboo basket, grabbed a silver toad from it, and cried out:

"Little one, save your grandfather this time. After saving me, grandfather will send you to rest in peace!"

After speaking, he placed the silver toad on his head.

The toad, which had been a dead object, seemed to move and fixed itself on the old man's head.

Pustules appeared on the old man's skin, some of which had already broken, flowing with pus.

These pustules swelled and contracted, emitting the same frequency as the toad on his head.

The old man was casting a curse on himself.

Through this method, he hoped to gain further madness.

No matter how high the price paid, he had to save this life!

"Croak, croak!"

The old man's throat swelled into a tumor, emitting frog calls, and then he jumped into the river ahead.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi also entered the river.

The old man did the breaststroke underwater, while the Master Master Tongzi walked underwater.

The three sticks of incense on the Master Master Tongzi's crane crown did not extinguish due to the river water, but they accelerated their burning because they were underwater.

Layers of waves spread out in front of the Master Master Tongzi, reducing the resistance of walking underwater, which was more strenuous than using the Three-San Bu Zan on the ground.

The old man felt that he was reaching his limit. He looked back again and found that the Master Master Tongzi was standing underwater, motionless.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Seeing this scene, the old man excitedly blew bubbles.

He knew a little about the Official Generals, knowing that every time a spirit medium was possessed, they could at most rely on the guiding incense to continue once more. Once the time was up, the Official General would leave, and the spirit medium would fall into weakness.

He resisted the urge to turn back and take the opportunity to kill, gritted his teeth, urged his whole body, which was in severe pain from being cursed, and continued to swim forward until, under the pitch-black night, he could no longer see that figure.

Underwater, Lin Shu You took out a sealing talisman needle from his pocket.

He had to inject himself.

"Hum!"

The talisman needle pierced into his chest, and the vertical pupils, which had almost dissipated, were stabilized.

Lin Shu You's mouth opened, emitting an indistinct sound underwater, while his hands began to dance back and forth in front of him, behind him, and on his own body.

If one could get close and listen carefully at this time, one could vaguely hear him reciting some kind of multiplication table, with each number followed by its corresponding direction.

Facts proved that during the time Lin Shu You had been lying in the hospital earlier, he had indeed read books seriously.

Recently, when he came to Li Zhuiyuan's dormitory to borrow Brother Bin's desk, amidst the torment, he had also done some active thinking in his mind.

He was a genius of the Official General lineage, but he was not a genius in all aspects.

Through diligent make-up lessons, he had only caught up to the progress of Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng at the time. He knew the 'what' but not the 'why', but at least he could rely on the mnemonic paired with the formula to go through a fixed process.

Of course, for a spirit medium, this was actually enough.

Finally, Lin Shu You grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and his right thumb pressed against the center of his brow.

Gather the baleful energy!

The surrounding baleful energy began to surge into his body, the vertical pupils recovered, flowing with sharpness, and the Bai He Master Master Tongzi descended again.

The Master Master Tongzi clenched His fists, opened His mouth, and let out a roar.

He was angry, He was panicked, He was manic.

Because His spirit medium had truly embarked on this path.

"You... deserve to die!"

The old man lay on the shore, his whole body rotting and festering. His situation was terrible, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth; he had escaped and saved his life.

Immediately after, a trace of venom appeared in his eyes. What kind of existence had his precious granddaughter provoked this time?

Zhao Mengyao was his granddaughter. When she left home for university, she secretly took away the human-skin cursed object worshipped in the family.

In fact, the family had discovered it. At the time, they thought that since a girl was alone at university, having a cursed object for self-defense would at least ensure she wouldn't be bullied.

But they didn't expect that not long after the semester started, the family sensed that the human-skin cursed object had been used.

He immediately came to the school and found his granddaughter.

He didn't come to blame her, but because he was worried that his granddaughter wouldn't know how to share the backlash after casting the curse, so he brought the support agreements for two widowed households in the village and asked his granddaughter to sign them.

After finishing the cleanup, he also asked who his granddaughter had cast the curse on.

His granddaughter told him it was her roommate, who not only formed cliques, bullied classmates, stole things, and engaged in promiscuous relationships in the dormitory, but also snatched away the boyfriend she had fallen in love with at first sight.

The old man had eaten more salt than his granddaughter had eaten rice, so he naturally knew that there were exaggerated components in his granddaughter's words.

How long had the semester been going on? Even if the girl who was cursed was truly evil, how could she have had time to commit so many evil deeds?

But... what did that matter?

For a family like theirs, if they didn't like someone, casting a curse was something that person deserved; it was her bad luck, and she was destined to suffer this calamity.

It was just that now, in this peaceful and prosperous age, the Way of Heaven was manifest, making families like theirs not dare to act too recklessly. In the past, let alone when the Emperor was in power, even during the era of warlord chaos, being honored as a guest by warlords was not a difficult task.

He had originally intended to leave tomorrow, but who knew his granddaughter would burn another blood letter.

Nantong Li the Corpse-Fisher?

A tadpole that had jumped out of some puddle he had never heard of, actually daring to meddle in the affairs of the Shi Zhuozhao clan.

Since the other party wanted an explanation, he would come to give him one.

"Sigh..."

The old man raised his head and let out a sigh.

He really should give the other party an explanation now. First, let his granddaughter apologize, then punish his granddaughter. If the other party was still not satisfied, at worst, the family would bleed a little more and give some tribute offerings.

Although the youth had only snapped his fingers once tonight and hadn't truly acted, the old man knew that the identity behind the youth was absolutely not to be underestimated.

Stupid girl, who couldn't you curse? You had to curse someone with a background!

"Clatter!"

The old man looked down in astonishment, looking forward, as a figure jumped out of the water surface and then landed in front of him.

He was preparing to flee, but his throat was stepped on by a boot. Why... why... why, even though His three sticks of guiding incense had all burned out, could He still have strength?

The old man wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but because he was stepped on, he couldn't make a sound.

His hands swung continuously, indicating his attitude.

But unfortunately, not to mention that the Master Master Tongzi was currently in a fit of anger, even on ordinary days, the Master Master Tongzi had nothing to say to these "evil paths."

"Pfft!"

The trident pierced through the old man's skull.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the ward and reached out to turn on the light.

"Click!"

No response; the light bulb was broken.

Reading the original text!

Fortunately, there were three candles burning in the ward, which could guarantee visibility.

"Brother Xiaoyuan." Tan Wenbin hurried forward to greet him.

Before Brother Bin could speak, Li Zhuiyuan said: "The culprit has been found. I will kill her whole family."

"Uh..."

The words that had just reached Tan Wenbin's lips were swallowed back down.

In his heart, he could guess that Brother Xiaoyuan probably knew what he was going to ask and what he was prepared to do, so he had jumped ahead of him.

Tan Wenbin could only smile cheekily: "Brother Xiaoyuan, how about I kowtow to you again? No need for many words, it's all in the kowtow?"

Li Zhuiyuan walked to Zhou Yunyun's bedside and checked on her.

Her complexion had greatly improved, and she had a rosy glow on her face, her brows relaxed, even revealing the physiognomy of a "young peach blossom just blooming."

This kind of physiognomy is the so-called: some people, you look at their expression and complexion, and you know they are in love.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, shall I wake Yunyun up to greet you?"

"After you wake her up, what do you intend to say?"

"I..." Tan Wenbin licked his lips, "Brother Xiaoyuan, I intend to re-examine the relationship between the class monitor and me. What do you think?"

"Brother Binbin, is this a question?"

"Of course not. It has no fixed answer, not even a fixed problem-solving process."

"Then decide for yourself. Just don't regret it."

Tan Wenbin nodded: "I understand."

"You can also go talk to Grandma Liu; she likes to chat about this topic."

Liu Yumei was so idle she had started reading *Dream of the Red Chamber*; she was dying for a junior to bring up a romantic topic so she could analyze and chat about it.

"That's right." Tan Wenbin smiled, "That could give the old lady a good dish to chew on."

"Clean up the formation."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

Tan Wenbin cleaned up the formation. After finishing, he wiped his sweat and said: "Brother Xiaoyuan, sit for a while, I'll go get some hot water."

Just as Brother Bin lifted the thermos and walked out of the ward door, he bumped into Lin Shu You.

"Brother Bin!"

Lin Shu You excitedly held the trident in his hand in front of Tan Wenbin; there was still a human head impaled on the trident.

"Holy crap!"

Anyone who almost had their face pressed against a bloody, mushy human head in the middle of the night would be startled.

"Brother Bin, this is the person who wanted to harm Sister-in-law tonight. I helped you slaughter him, and I'm giving you the head."

Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes at Lin Shu You and said:

"Thanks. I'll take it to wash clean and put it on Yunyun's bedside table. I believe when Yunyun wakes up tomorrow morning, she will definitely be pleasantly surprised."

"Great, great!"

"Great your head. You killed someone and brought the head back impaled? Do you think this is a fried meat skewer?"

"Uh..."

"Did you dispose of the old man's corpse?"

"After I cut off his head, his corpse rotted away. It seems he cursed himself."

"Cursing himself? What kind of hobby is that? To escape?"

"Should be."

"Then hurry up and dispose of this head. Don't leave any traces, so Uncle Tan doesn't come looking for trouble with you tomorrow."

"Is Uncle Tan your father, Brother Bin?"

"Yeah, I'm adopted."

"Really?"

"Hehehehe." Tan Wenbin was amused, but he quickly realized something, "A-You, did you get possessed?"

"I did! After two times, I even added one myself!"

Lin Shu You puffed out his chest proudly.

Counting the break-baleful talisman needle, it was equivalent to him being able to possess a total of four times!

Tan Wenbin: "Then how do you still have the strength to carry the head back?"

"Oh, right." Lin Shu You looked down at himself and jumped twice on the spot, "Although I'm a bit tired, I feel like I still have some strength."

In the past, after adding the number of times like this, he would have long since collapsed and fallen into a coma.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Xiaoyuan, has A-You's body adapted?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's the Master Master Tongzi bowing His head."

Before leaving, he had specifically left some power for Lin Shu You, not draining him completely.

Tan Wenbin smacked his lips: "Tsk tsk, these days, even Yin Gods look at who they're dealing with."

Lin Shu You went to dispose of the head. Tan Wenbin came back after getting the hot water and poured a cup of tea for Li Zhuiyuan.

"Brother Binbin, I'm not thirsty."

"Then... shall I get you a can of Jianlibao?"

"Not tired, not drinking. Brother Binbin, go call the shop and let Mengmeng make some soup."

"Brother, even if you have no appetite, you can't eat Mengmeng's cooking to stimulate your appetite!"

"It's not for me to eat."

Li Zhuiyuan paused and added,

"For casting a curse."

The next morning, Zhou Yunyun's roommates came to the hospital to visit in a group.

Wang Lunan couldn't stop her tears when she saw Zhou Yunyun lying on the hospital bed.

Zhang Xin was carefully asking about her condition and recovery.

Zhou Shengnan took a broom to help sweep the floor and took the opportunity to empty the trash can.

Although Tan Wenbin had just cleaned the room in the morning and there wasn't much trash in the bin, she just wasn't good at expressing herself and wanted to find something to do.

Tong Yanyan watched Tan Wenbin, who was busy greeting people nearby, with great interest. If Yunyun weren't lying on the bed with an IV drip right now, she would have really teased him: Yo, look, a blessing in disguise, isn't it?

Zhao Mengyao also came. She had been standing by the bed, biting her nails, restless.

She thought that after coming here today, she would be entering not a ward but a morgue, and Zhou Yunyun wouldn't look like she was in good spirits right now, but should be pale and cold.

But the scene before her was so real. Had her grandfather not had time to act last night, or was it that her grandfather had already returned home and hadn't received the blood boat she burned?

However, her restless expression didn't seem strange at this time; it could even be said to be quite normal.

"Come, come, come, thank you all for coming to visit our Yunyun. Eat an orange, eat an orange."

Tan Wenbin enthusiastically distributed oranges to the five girls.

This morning, Yin Meng had come, carrying a thermos, which contained the silver ear soup she had carefully brewed.

The orange for Zhao Mengyao was one Tan Wenbin had specifically set aside. He had used a syringe to extract the sweet soup beforehand and injected it into that orange.

Watching Zhao Mengyao eat it, a smile also appeared on Tan Wenbin's face.

He thought: Don't rush, this is just the interest.

After they left, Tan Wenbin closed the ward door, sat back down, and asked: "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go out and buy it for you."

Zhou Yunyun asked: "Isn't there a cafeteria in the hospital?"

"The food in the hospital cafeteria doesn't use much seasoning; it has no flavor."

"Right now, I think I can only eat something light, right?"

"No way, eat whatever you want, it's fine. Now is the time when you need to nourish yourself well. Look at you, your chin has become sharp, and other places..."

Tan Wenbin deliberately scanned her with his gaze.

Zhou Yunyun pulled the quilt up to her chin to cover herself.

"Sigh." Tan Wenbin sighed exaggeratedly, "Eat more, being too thin doesn't look good."

"I think I had a dream last night." Zhou Yunyun stared at Tan Wenbin, as if testing the dream against reality, "In the dream, you said some things to me."

Zhou Yunyun's fingers gripped the edge of the quilt tightly, very nervous.

"Your mom asked my mom to bring you some things. They are still in my dormitory. When you are discharged, I'll send them to school for you."

"Hmm, okay." Zhou Yunyun nodded, disappointment appearing in her eyes. So, it really was a dream.

"My mom bought you a large suitcase, a brand name, quite expensive. I don't even have one."

"Such a precious gift, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to accept it, right?"

"It's a women's style, pink. My mom also stuck a lot of cartoon patterns on it. If you don't want it, I can't use it either."

"Thank your aunt for me."

"Anyway, I don't have much luggage. When we go home for the holidays, I'll put my things in the same suitcase as yours, and we'll go back together."

"Okay... huh?" Zhou Yunyun began to get the drift, "Last night..."

Tan Wenbin leaned his face over and suddenly said: "Tan Wenbin, if you don't study hard yourself, don't affect other classmates!"

"You..."

Tan Wenbin touched his nose and laughed: "Don't say, I really like this style."

Zhou Yunyun pulled the quilt up to cover her face:

"Don't say anymore!"

"Haha."

After some joking, Tan Wenbin said: "In the afternoon, I'll have two female classmates come to take my place to take care of you. They are female classmates who work part-time in the shop. I gave them a stipend, and they will take turns."

"Actually, no need, I can..."

"Don't be like that. Isn't money earned to be spent at times like this? With them accompanying you, I'll be more at ease. I have something to do and need to go out for a trip. It might take a few days before I can come back. I hope that when I return, you will have become healthy."

"Where are you going?"

"My advisor's project requires frequent business trips. No choice, it's all for work after graduation and a better future, right? Otherwise, what would I use to support a family?"

"You're only a freshman..."

"Thanks to Brother Xiaoyuan, I was able to get into the advisor's project team, so I have to be more active and work harder."

"I understand."

Tan Wenbin raised his head and adjusted the drip rate of the IV.

Actually, having his mother come to take care of Zhou Yunyun would be the most appropriate, but his father had reminded him not to tell his mother about Zhou Yunyun, and he also understood his father's thinking.

He lowered his head and looked gently at the girl on the hospital bed.

Wait for me, I'm going to help you get revenge.

On the way back to school, Zhao Mengyao's body began to itch. She didn't take it seriously at first, until she returned to the dormitory and looked in the mirror, only to find that dense red pimples had grown on her face and neck.

And this symptom, accompanied by her scratching, was spreading further.

"Mengyao, what happened to your face?" Zhou Shengnan asked.

"Nothing, nothing, maybe an allergy."

"Do you want to go to the infirmary to check?"

"No need, it should be fine in a while."

Wang Lunan looked at Zhao Mengyao's appearance and then thought of Sister Yunyun who had been poisoned. Sitting on the bed, she cried again.

Zhang Xin shook her head helplessly, pushed her suitcase, and went to the new dormitory.

If it weren't for Zhou Yunyun being in the dormitory before, she would have long since used connections to request a room change. She really couldn't stand a few of these troublemakers.

In the evening, Zhao Mengyao, wearing a hat and wrapped in a silk scarf, came to the cafeteria closest to the dormitory to get food.

She had no appetite, but she was very hungry.

When Zhou Yunyun was there before, the whole dormitory would come out to eat together. After Zhou Yunyun was gone, everyone tacitly separated and acted alone.

Carrying her food tray and leaving, Zhao Mengyao was somewhat surprised to find that the cafeteria aunt's hand was rarely not shaking today; was there so much food served?

Unfortunately, she had no appetite and only ate a little sloppily before getting up and returning to the dormitory.

The "aunt" at the food window took off her mask, revealing a young, fair face; it was Yin Meng.

Freshmen had fixed classrooms for evening self-study. Because Zhao Mengyao had rashes all over her body, she didn't attend afternoon classes, and naturally, she didn't go to evening self-study either.

At this time, she was the only one in the dormitory.

She poured herself a glass of water and had just drunk it.

"Ugh!"

The previous water, along with bright red blood, was vomited out together.

She looked at all this in disbelief, her whole person stumbling backward continuously.

"What is going on... what is going on..."

She panicked and didn't even care about cleaning up the filth on the ground. She climbed onto her bed, wanting to wrap herself tightly with the quilt.

Just as she lifted the quilt, another letter slid out from inside, using the same love letter envelope as last night.

She hesitated for a long time, as if fearful, but finally picked up the envelope and opened it.

The handwriting on the letter was still very beautiful, and the content was still brief:

"You like casting curses on others, so how does it feel to be cursed yourself?

Also, you stood me up today.

Tomorrow at twelve noon, continue to meet at the backstage of the school auditorium.

——Nantong Haohe Wharf, the pier-side, Li the Corpse-Fisher."

Zhao Mengyao's hands trembled as she clutched the letter paper, and then she felt her stomach churn again. She immediately stuck her head out and opened her mouth:

"Ugh!"

Bright red vomit was all vomited onto Wang Lunan's bed on the lower bunk.

But Wang Lunan just couldn't sleep tonight, while she had already fallen into a withered state.

Not daring to stay in the dormitory any longer, Zhao Mengyao went to the school infirmary for a checkup. The doctor prescribed her two tubes of ointment and, based on her description of the condition, prescribed some basic medicine, suggesting she go to a large hospital for a detailed checkup.

Zhao Mengyao walked toward the dormitory in a daze, carrying a bag of medicine, when a very tall and strong boy walked toward her.

She and the other party only lightly brushed shoulders, but she herself was knocked to the ground.

"Sorry, classmate, really sorry."

Runsheng immediately pulled her up.

"Are you blind? Are you blind? Do you believe I'll curse you to death!"

"Really sorry, classmate."

Zhao Mengyao glared fiercely at this big guy, picked up the medicine bag on the ground, and returned to the dormitory.

Her roommates hadn't finished evening self-study yet. She chose Zhou Shengnan's bed to sit on and began to apply the ointment to her body.

When she first opened it, she only felt that the ointment seemed a bit sticky, but the effect of applying it was very comfortable. Not only did the rashes stop itching, but a wave of coolness also arose.

"Ugh!"

She vomited again, vomiting all over Zhou Shengnan's bed.

After vomiting, she wiped her mouth and walked to the mirror again.

In the mirror, her own face began to fester, and the wind blew across the bright red wounds, bringing a chill.

"Ah!!!!!!"

The piercing scream echoed in the dormitory.

Tan Wenbin: "Hehe, it's the first time I've known that the food you make, Mengmeng, could actually have the effect of casting a curse."

Yin Meng said to Tan Wenbin unhappily: "Do you know how many times I cooked today? The little bit of interest I had in the kitchen has all been worn away today."

Tan Wenbin: "You actually still retain an interest in cooking? Listen to me, let's change to a hobby that is beneficial to physical and mental health."

Runsheng: "Agreed."

Tan Wenbin: "That, Mengmeng, can you repeat the effect of the 'curse you cast' yourself?"

Yin Meng stopped talking.

A person cannot step into the same river twice, and Yin Meng couldn't make the same flavor of food either.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the pen in his hand, picked up the paper in front of him, and blew on it.

He had just imitated Zhao Mengyao's handwriting and written a confession letter for Zhao Mengyao.

Next, he just needed to leave Zhao Mengyao's fingerprints on the letter and put a bottle of heavy metal next to the confession letter, and that would be it.

Tan Wenbin asked curiously: "Brother Xiaoyuan, do we need to be so troublesome?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "This is to cater to its aesthetics."

By the rooftop, Lin Shu You, who had been observing with binoculars, raised his hand:

"Report, the target is dragging a suitcase out of the dormitory building. It looks like she is going home!"

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This idiot, she finally decided to go home until now."

Yin Meng looked at her nails: "Great, I thought I would have to make a midnight snack."

Runsheng extinguished the "cigar" and shouldered his mountaineering bag.

Li Zhuiyuan said while putting the fountain pen cap back on:

"Let's go,

Go cancel the account."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 127 =====