Chapter 553 Burial (Two More)

Wangyue Tower is the high-rise building that Shen Yijia saw when he first entered Fengcheng. It was originally a high pavilion that the Tang family spent a lot of money to build a viewing place. After the Tang family fell, it returned to the Ministry of Housing.

Because of this plague, Wangyuelou, like other teahouses and restaurants, was left unattended, but when the carriage arrived, it was already covered with lanterns of various colors.

Without letting 30,000 follow, Shen Yijia picked up Song Jingchen and went upstairs directly.

This is a four-storey high pavilion. The top floor removes the wing, but also leaves a viewing platform. Standing on the viewing platform, you can see the entire Fengcheng.

When they arrived at the viewing platform, Shen Yijia put Song Jingchen on the soft couch that had been prepared, and sat down with him, so that half of his body could rest on her.

She was sure that this would not make Song Jingchen feel uncomfortable, but Shen Yijia brought a blanket to cover him from nowhere.

Seeing her so well done, Song Jingchen chuckled softly.

Shen Yijia looked at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just remember the days when my legs were just broken. It's the same, you have to hold me wherever I go."

Now it seems that he can't shake his husband gang in his life.

Shen Yijia glared at him and said, "Then you would rather let Uncle Yang hold him than me."

"Didn't I ask you to hug me from the back?"

"Isn't that because Uncle Yang went out?"

Speaking of this, Song Jingchen thought of the time when Uncle Yang had just left. Because he couldn't save face, he didn't go to the toilet for a day, but he still couldn't escape from this girl's clutches...

"Cough." Song Jingchen coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Did you just go to prepare these?"

"Well." Shen Yijia looked at the lanterns hanging on all sides of the viewing platform, blinked and asked, "Does it look good?"

Song Jingchen turned to look at her and said with a smile, "It's beautiful."

Shen Yijia pouted: "I asked you to look at the lights, why are you looking at me?"

"You look better than the lamp."

Those colorful lights, which were enough to illuminate the building as bright as day, were just blurred circles in his eyes.

At this rate of degradation, if he doesn't look at this girl any more, he may never see it again.

"Why haven't you said such nice words before?"

Either she was not allowed to do this, or she was not allowed to do that, and she was almost suffocated to death.

Song Jingchen watched her mouth open and close, but did not hear her voice, only felt deeply powerless.

"Jia Jia!"

Shen Yijia paused, feeling that Song Jingchen's next words would not be what he wanted to hear, and hurriedly said, "These lights cost me..."

"Jiajia!" Song Jingchen spoke again.

"If you don't think it looks good, we won't watch it..."

Song Jingchen's chest heaved and he began to cough violently: "Listen to me..."

"Okay, you say, I'm listening!" Shen Yijia hurriedly went to give him some relief.

It seems that her words had an effect, Song Jingchen calmed down, he swallowed the bitter sweetness in his throat, and said with anger: "The situation in Daxia is unstable, after I go, you, you don't want to go back to Daxia, ... …”

Shen Yijia abruptly withdrew his hand: "You won't die, Niang, Brother Hao, Sister Huan are still waiting for us in Daxia, and the people of Daxia still need you..."

She said a lot, but Song Jingchen couldn't hear a word.

Rao Shi was as determined as Song Jingchen, and couldn't help but panic.

Song Jingchen's eyes began to lose focus. He used all his strength to grab a piece of Shen Yijia's clothes, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to give you the child you want. You like handsome, I look at Xuanyuan. There are also many good sons in the country. When the time comes, let the lord find one for you... don't be afraid, with the lord here, he will definitely protect you... protect you comprehensively..."

Shen Yijia shook his head again and again: "No, they are not as good-looking as you. And I love making trouble so much, and the big scumbag can't protect me. When I marry you, you can't shirk the responsibility and leave me to others..."

There was a heavy weight on the shoulders.

Shen Yijia's heart trembled slightly: "Did you hear that?"

The person beside her did not respond, Shen Yijia looked sideways and saw Song Jingchen's head resting on her shoulders, her eyes closed.

His breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, Shen Yijia tightened the hand that grabbed his sleeve, and her eyes were red and blood dripping.

"Xiang Gong?" she called in a trembling voice.

The people beside her still did not respond to her.

Ba Da ~ a tear fell.

It was like a signal that all the fear accumulated over the past few days broke out at this moment, tears seemed to be resolved, and despair overflowed from Shen Yijia's throat.

But she was afraid of disturbing Song Jingchen, so she clenched her fists and didn't let herself make a sound.

After a long while, she wiped away her tears, carefully helped Song Jingchen to lie down on the soft couch, and carefully covered him with a blanket.

"I said, you won't die."

She stood up, looked in the direction of the wing, and said coldly, "Bring people out."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the wing room opened, and You walked out with a hemp rope in one hand, followed by Xuanyuan Ye, Bai Zhi, Masan, Aunt Liu, Jiaquan...

Nearly a hundred people, their hands were tied with twine, their faces were full of horror.

"You lunatic, what are you trying to do?" Xuanyuan Ye asked sharply.

Shen Yijia didn't even look at her, and pulled out the dagger from her waist: "Don't you want to know if my blood can cure the plague?"

Saying that, she grabbed the blade in her left hand and swiped, and blood instantly flowed out of her palm.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, she put her bleeding hand on Song Jingchen's lips, and the blood dripped down his lips into his mouth, dyeing his originally pale lips red.

Coupled with the ferocious abscesses on his face, everything became extremely strange, and those who saw the presence did not dare to express their anger.

After a long time, Shen Yijia withdrew her hand and took out a handkerchief to bandage the wound at will.

"Have you seen it? No!" Shen Yijia smiled: "But your blood is okay."

Xuanyuan Ye's pupils shrank: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shen Yijia still ignored her and approached the crowd with a dagger.

Finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down with a plop: "Mrs. Song, we all know we were wrong, please let us go."

Someone took the lead, and the rest knelt down one by one, and soon, only Xuanyuan Ye was standing.

However, she didn't hold on for long, and before Shen Yijia looked over, she knelt down unwillingly.

She didn't want to die, and after this plague, she wanted to live more than anyone else.

"Mrs. Song, you have a lot, let us go."

"Mrs. Song, I beg you, there are elders and children in my family and I need to take care of them. I can't die."

"Mrs Song, we have realized that we were wrong..."

"Mrs. Song..."

They cry, kowtow, beg for mercy.

Words penetrated into Shen Yijia's ears, reminding her of the time when these people rushed into the small courtyard to beg her for bloodletting.

It seems to be the same face.

"You can't die, and neither can your family, so I should die? Should my husband die?"

She stepped forward and looked at a woman hiding behind: "Aunt Liu, your son, husband, should be still alive?"

Aunt Liu flinched and did not dare to look up.

"But my husband is dying."

Shen Yijia condescendingly glanced at everyone present: "All of you are murderers."

"But our blood can't cure Lord Song."

"Yeah, we're just ordinary people..."

Finally someone found the crux of the problem.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Shen Yijia gave a bloodthirsty smile: "It doesn't matter if it's useless, just be..."

"Give my husband a burial!"

Everyone was shocked.

Without giving them a chance to speak again, Shen Yijia rushed into the crowd with a dodge.

Everyone only felt their eyes flicker, and when they reacted, the hemp rope that tied them had been broken.

At the same time, everyone had a deep, visible bone wound on their right wrist.

Blood spurted out of the wound like no money.

"Ah..." Someone screamed, and hurriedly covered it with another intact hand, but it was useless, the blood couldn't stop flowing out, dripping onto the floor.

The timid woman was so frightened that she fainted.

"What is that?" Someone sharp-eyed found a strange pattern on the ground.

It's not drawn, it's more like something engraved on it.

The pattern is so strange that it looks like a living creature, swallowing the blood dripping on the floor bit by bit, flowing along the gully, towards... that position, that position is the direction of the soft couch.

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