Chapter 7 The Seventh Hexagram

Lu Yao's eyes widened slightly. Unexpectedly, Xuan Ge would say this. He subconsciously said and refused, "No need, I'll go by myself-"

"Lu Yao."

"Huh?" Hearing Xuan Ge called his name seriously, Lu Yao stopped talking, and looked at the other party with a questioning in his eyes.

"Actually, there is a reason for me to let you stay there tonight."

Under the street light, moths flapped their wings and rushed straight towards the glowing place. There were a few frog croakings from afar.

Lu Yao suddenly became very curious, "What?"

"I'm afraid of the dark."

In the end, Lu Yao went back with Xuan Ge. Of course, it was not because of the reason why it was impossible to be "afraid of the darkness" but because Xuan Ge said that he was injured on his back and could not apply medicine by relying solely on his own strength. His posture was too distorted, so he wanted Lu Yao to help.

Close the door of the room, and the whole world seemed to be isolated outside the door. Xuan Ge found new slippers and handed them to Lu Yao. When he got up, his eyes accidentally crossed the other person's waistline, and then moved away quietly.

——The flowers of the motherland are all delicate and will be blown away by the wind outside.

This time, Lu Yao found the medicine box carefully, and Xuan Ge stood beside him, took off his shirt quickly, revealing his tight muscles, and then turned around.

Only then did Lu Yao realize that the wound on Xuan Ge's back was very scary, with a large area of ​​blue and purple, and the flesh was a little blooming, and blood scabs had formed. Maybe it was because he just took off his clothes and pulled the wound, and blood began to seep in the middle of the scabs.

Holding the iodine in his hand, Lu Yao took a deep breath, not daring to take action, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you feel pain?"

"Worry about me?" Xuan Ge turned his head and looked at him, with a casual smile on his lips.

"I'm quite worried," Lu Yao didn't feel anything, and answered honestly, and reminded him, "It may hurt a little, I'll try to be lighter."

"Um."

When the cotton swab hit, Lu Yao found that Xuan Ge's muscles instantly tightened significantly. He took his movements lightly and spoke, trying to divert Xuan Ge's attention, "Why did those people hit you?"

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

"The first time, more than a dozen people came to block me and said they would give me money and let me be cut by them. Otherwise, I would go with them and fight without agreeing."

"Then what?"

"Then there was a second, third, and this time it was the fourth. But you caught up with the next two times." Thinking of the last time Lu Yao suddenly rushed out from the side, asking him to pay attention to distinguishing the enemy and me, and not to hit the wrong person, Xuan Ge's voice smiled.

Hearing what he said, all kinds of thoughts emerged in Lu Yao's mind. He remembered what he heard. It was probably someone who paid money to ask someone to block Xuan Ge, and there was a special requirement - he had to use that knife to hurt people, that knife...

"And you?"

"What?" Lu Yao was thinking about things in his mind and reacted slowly.

"Why are you so skilled in bandaging your wound?"

Lu Yao was moving very quickly, and he was already bandaging, circled and circled carefully. After Xuan Ge asked, he didn't hide it. "Last year in City C, he rescued a mother-in-law who suddenly became ill on the road, and the other party took me in for a while."

The straps walked around from the front chest. Lu Yao glanced at the sweat beads on his chest muscles and skin, and continued to say, "She runs an animal clinic, and I helped there for two weeks. These were all learned at that time," then muttered in a low voice, "Anyway, the bag is about the same as the bag of animals."

After saying that, he tore a bandage on his hand, Lu Yao put a beautiful bow under Xuan Ge's shoulder blade, "Okay."

When he stood up, Xuan Ge found that Lu Yao was looking at him with a smile, which made people feel good. He reached out and rubbed the other person's hair. Xuan Ge was a little helpless, "Go and wash, the toothbrush and towel you used last time are still there."

It’s a bit stuffy in summer nights, and the wind blows in through the windows, bringing a silky night’s cool air.

Lu Yao turned over, and the old sofa creaked and creaked with his movements. He turned sideways towards Xuan Ge, and he was struggling for a while before speaking. He asked carefully, "Did you offend anyone?"

"Maybe." Xuan Ge also cooperated and lay on his side, the two of them facing each other, "What did you think of?"

He looked at the knife that was placed at the door again, and Lu Yao nodded, "I just remembered what the pattern carved on the knife is." He organized the language, "If I say this, you may feel it is unscientific because this matter is indeed not very scientific, but I have not made up stories."

I felt a little cold, Lu Yao pulled the thin quilt on his body and continued to explain, "I have seen the patterns carved on this knife in an ancient book. Simply put, this pattern is used to absorb the yin evil spirit and the dead air. Well, in other words, through these patterns, some bad 'qi' can be attached to the surface of the knife. When chopping people, cut them down with these 'qi', and the effect will be more fantastic. The drawing method of the pattern has almost been lost, so I didn't remember it at the beginning."

After he finished speaking, the room was a little quiet for a moment. Lu Yao was nervous and was about to speak when he heard Xuan Ge say something.

"As you said, this knife is relatively rare, and someone should have come to chop me up?"

"Yes," Lu Yao moved for a moment, and then caused a few more "crying" sounds, "Maybe... maybe it's something you have worth cutting?"

He moved his fingers and subconsciously wanted to do a fortune-telling, but he remembered that as soon as he met Xuan Ge, all the skills points of fortune-telling were instantly destroyed, so he had to hold it silently.

"Well, it's getting late, let's go to bed first, let's talk about it tomorrow." Xuan Ge got up and turned off the lights, lay back on the bed. He touched the wound on his thighs - only a scar was left.

In the darkness, Xuan Ge's expression was solemn.

Lu Yao lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and his mood suddenly became a little depressed. He was already used to the questioning and distrust of others, and even ridicule and sarcasm, but Xuan Ge did not believe in him, which still made him feel depressed.

He carefully touched his left eye, and Lu Yao recalled the feeling when he touched the hilt before - he was sure that he was just touching the feeling of death.

So, why is there someone holding such a knife that wants to hurt Xuan Ge?

He kept thinking about the patterns drawn on the knife in his mind. Lu Yao closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze. Half-wake-up, he felt that he was dragged by a ball of black gas and pulled into the ice hole.

He struggled subconsciously, but the air conditioner tightly surrounded him and drilled into the cracks of his bones like an ice needle.

Xuan Ge has always been sleeping hard. When he heard a "crying" sound next to him, he sat up and shouted tentatively, "Lu Yao?"

No one answered.

His heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably. Xuan Ge got off the bed barefoot and turned on the lights. He saw Lu Yao tightly wrapped in a quilt, curled up on the sofa, and his whole body was shaking constantly.

Looking at the person whose back was curling towards him, Xuan Ge raised his voice slightly and asked again, "Lu Yao? Are you uncomfortable?"

Still no one answered him.

At this time, Xuan Ge's heart was beating faster and faster. He bent down and reached out to pat the person lying down. As soon as he touched his hand, he stopped.

It was very cold, exactly the same as last time. Even the same, and its own heartbeat.

Xuan Ge used both hands to make Lu Yao lie flat on the sofa. Only then did he realize that the other person's lips were completely blood-colored, and his face was abnormally white, as if it was stained with a layer of frost. His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing became significantly slower.

When he got closer, he realized that the black mole on Lu Yao's left eyelid had turned into cinnabar color.

Did I remember it wrong?

While recalling, Xuan Ge reached out to touch the other person's forehead, and his fingers were trembling coldly. However, he did not withdraw his hand, but instead moved his fingers down, making a fool of himself. He gently used his index finger to touch the belly of the belly, and stroked the cinnabar-colored mole on Lu Yao's left eye.

"Lu Yao?Lu——"

Feeling the eyelashes slashed across the palm of the hand, causing a slight itch. Xuan Ge moved his palm away and was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!