I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times

Although Yin Sha wanted to watch the show, he didn't dare to pay too much attention.

If he is discovered by an adult, even if he helps out kindly, he will probably lose a piece of his skin.

Yin Sha glanced at it with his peripheral vision and quickly collected his thoughts.

 Wei Feng was always careless and did not notice anything strange about Ning Chuyi. He only focused on watching Ling Chu check the wound.

Lingchu pressed his fingers along the wound a few times and asked uncertainly, "Do you feel anything here, sir?"

 Perception is naturally there.

Ning Chuyi's attention was on the soft touch on his back. The wound was not necrotic, so he felt it naturally.

He originally wanted to say yes, but when the words came to his lips, it somehow turned into, "No."

This unexpected answer made Yin Sha couldn't help but move his eyebrows.

 Sir, is this... finally enlightened?

At last it was not in vain that he just told lies with open eyes.

Ling Chu frowned and pressed his fingers to the side again, "What about here, is there any feeling?"

Ning Chuyi regretted her words as soon as she spoke them. Now she heard the worry in her words, and her heart twisted.

 Seeing that he didn't speak, Ling Chu felt even more excited because he thought he was still unconscious.

 In her worry, she did not care about the defense of men and women.

Both hands were placed on Ning Chuyi's back and pressed around his wound.

Ning Chuyi felt the cool and soft hands squeezing her back.

His face became more and more tense, and he pursed his lips and restrained himself from making any abnormality.

Lingchu pressed the button and asked, "Sir, are you still unconscious?"

 “Yes.” Ning Chuyi had been concentrating on restraining himself just now, but this time he answered quickly.

Ling Chu felt relieved, but hearing his deep voice and some sweat on his forehead, he thought it was because of the pain of the wound, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

“My lord, I don’t have any feeling on my right side, but on my left side?”

Ning Chuyi wanted to say that he had not lost consciousness from the wound, but thinking of what he blurted out before, he could only bite the bullet and said, "Except for the place where I pressed it at the beginning, everything else is fine."

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief. Just now she was really worried that he was unconscious.

In that case, in order to prevent the resentment on the wound from continuing to erode, the only choice is to dig out the damaged muscle.

 But in this case, Mr. Ning will suffer a great sin.

 Fortunately, it was only a small area that was insensible, and she was still confident of being able to cure it. Although it takes a lot of energy, as long as Master Ning's injury is cured, she will feel less guilty.

Originally, Wei Feng only needed to apply medicine for him, and she would make a spell to remove the resentment from the wound.

 But now, to be on the safe side, we can only cast the spell first.

Ning Chuyi didn't hear what she said, so he turned his head slightly and asked, "Is it difficult to treat? If it's too troublesome, you can wait until you get to Xuanqing Temple to treat it. The wound is not serious, I can bear it."

  She knows Xuan Shu herself, how could she possibly allow Lord Ning to wait until Xuan Qing Guan to cure her? Besides, the longer it takes to deal with a wound like this caused by a puppet soul, the more troublesome it will be.

Lingchu said while preparing the things to be used, "Don't worry, sir, I can handle it."

Ning Chuyi pursed her lips, her eyes fell on her bloodless face and paused. Seeing that she was ready to take action, she said, "Then Princess Lao."

Ling Chu smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite, sir. After all, you were injured because you were trying to save me. It's my duty to help you deal with your wounds now."

Lord Ning saved her regardless of the danger. Ling Chu was grateful and without saying anything else, he picked up the talisman and started casting spells.

Luo Erniang died unjustly. She was killed by her husband and the woman he was having an affair with. After a miscarriage, one of her children died, and two of her children died. The fetus was also sealed in a candle. She was full of resentment and evil spirits.

Ning Chuyi's wounds were contaminated with resentment, and it was not easy for Ling Chu to deal with them.

 Not long after, sweat started to appear on my forehead.

Ning Chuyi lowered her eyes and looked at her hands on her knees. There was no expression on her face, but she was listening attentively to Ling Chu's soft chanting of scriptures.

 He couldn't understand, but it didn't take long for him to notice that her voice was becoming increasingly labored.

Ning Chuyi’s heart lifted. He wanted to ask her to forget it, but he was afraid that interrupting him rashly would have a bad impact on her.

Lingchu didn't know that Ning Chuyi was hesitating. She had used spells three times, but the resentment on the wound had not been removed much.

Just gritted his teeth, took out a blank yellow talisman, bit off his index finger and drew the talisman on it.

Ning Chuyi’s back was turned to her and she couldn’t see her movements. But the sudden smell of blood made him frown.

 Look back subconsciously.

Lingchu happened to draw the rune and placed it in the middle of the wound.

"Princess, this is not appropriate..."

Ling Chu just raised his eyes and glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze. Before he could finish speaking, he quickly used his index finger to draw runes around the wound.

 She knew what Master Ning wanted to say.

But how could she turn a blind eye to his injuries when she had received so much kindness from him.

Lingchu deliberately did not give him a chance to refuse. He made hand gestures with his left hand and drew talismans with his right hand. He concentrated on reciting scriptures and casting spells.

Ning Chuyi swallowed her unspoken words when they touched the beads of sweat on her forehead.

He pursed his thin lips and looked away.

As the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, a faint light flashed in Ning Chuyi's lowered eyes.

 The calm lake of the heart is rippled one after another.

 She was using her own blood to heal his wounds.

This was the first time for Lingchu to draw symbols on the human body. In order to avoid making mistakes, she drew very carefully, and the speed was inevitably a bit slow. She was in poor health and cherished her life very much, and did not want to waste any blood.

 Fortunately, the painting went smoothly.

 When the runes were connected from beginning to end in a circle, Ling Chu took a breath, but did not dare to relax.

Hands are quickly made together, chanting scriptures, and casting spells.

As time passed by, more and more beads of sweat appeared on Lingchu's forehead. He read the scriptures faster and faster, and his hands kept changing the talismans.

As a golden light fell on Ning Chuyi's back, the resentment on the wound was peeled off little by little and slowly disappeared into the air.

Ning Chuyi couldn't see it, but he could feel a coolness coming from the wound, and the original corrosive pain was disappearing.

 But there was not much joy in his heart. Listening to the scriptures she read became more and more difficult, and his heart twisted into one piece. If he hadn't known that he couldn't interrupt the spellcasting at will, he would have almost been unable to restrain himself from turning around.

 After a stick of incense.

 The last bit of resentment disappeared in the air, and Ling Chu stopped reading and slowly retracted his hand.

"alright."

 She felt relieved when the work was done and she had just finished speaking.

　　Immediately, my vision went dark and I fell forward.

 His forehead and nose hit Ning Chuyi's hard back hard.

Ning Chuyi didn't move at all, but Ling Chu's forehead and nose suddenly turned red.

If she hadn't fainted from exhaustion, she might have woken up from the pain.

Feeling the impact, Ning Chuyi turned around quickly and was able to catch Ling Chu before she fell.

His eyes swept across the bloodless face, he pursed his lips, bent down to pick her up, and placed her gently on the bed.

　　　（No monthly pass, sad.）

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