There was a gentleness in the man's tone, a deadly calmness after despair.
It's just that Mo Siyu didn't hear it. She didn't expect that the corpse in the man's arms had already started to stink, and Qin Wuyan hadn't given up on bringing Zhuang Xiaoyu back to life...
Mo Siyu shook his head, and asked Qin Wuyan to ask for it: "High Priest, where else can I get borneol, Brother Yan's antidote is almost finished, and he can't last long.
Moreover, his seizures became more severe and shorter each time. If this continues, he may die soon. "
Qin Wuyan's phoenix eyes were like a falcon, looking straight at her, those eyes were sharp and sharp, as if he could clearly see all the little thoughts and tricks hidden in her heart, without hiding anything.
Being looked at by Qin Wuyan so directly, Mo Siyu's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his palms were full of sweat.
The coercion of a superior person around this person is too heavy. She has grown up in doting and going her own way since she was a child, and this is the first time she has endured such fatal oppression in front of strangers.
Just when Mo Siyu's nervous and tense emotions reached the critical point and he was about to lose control of himself, Qin Wuyan finally opened his mouth. The man's voice was deep and sweet, but it also revealed a lifeless coolness and indifference: " His life has been in your hands from the very beginning, so what does he have to do with me when he dies soon, if you can save my wife, I will give you what you want at all costs, what a pity. .....snort!"
Qin Wuyan snorted coldly and stood up, holding Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms and slowly leaving.
The wind blows, the man's robe flutters with the wind, and the woman's black hair hangs down, dancing with the wind.
Mo Siyu almost gritted his teeth.
Fortunately, she had shown a little pity and compassion for this person just now. This kind of hard-hearted person who treats human life like nothing in the upper class deserves to lose his favorite. He will live with a corpse in his life.
Mo Siyu thought bitterly: Who told you to do evil, forced your wife to die rather than be with you again, the most pitiful thing is the dead woman in your arms, her life was worse than death, dead Want to ask for relief, but you don't even let them go, and you still use it to accompany you and comfort you, it's really... heaven's intolerable!
Mo Siyu went back to the pharmacy angrily.
Time, like running water, leaked through the fingers, and seven days passed in a flash.
She helped Zhuang Xiaoyu take out the Gu worms in her body, soaked her body in the potion again, the rancid smell on Zhuang Xiaoyu's body gradually disappeared, and her hair did not fall off as before, but her body was completely cold It's like soaking in ice water...
Mo Siyu raised the book in his hand to Qin Wuyan: "It is recorded in this ancient book that the ice cap is good for the preservation of the corpse, High Priest, if you have it..."
Qin Wuyan just looked up at Mo Siyu and asked, "How to use it?"
Mo Siyu shook his head: "I don't know the specifics, but generally cold places help preserve the body. Only when I see the ice soul will I know how to use it as medicine..."
Qin Wuyan just took over the dusty ancient book, glanced at it, and gave it back to Mo Siyu. This ancient book is the forbidden technique written by the previous wizards, although he has never read this page , but he could guess what kind of tricks Mo Siyu was playing.
Mo Siyu watched Qin Wuyan take Zhuang Xiaoyu away, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The handwriting and the potion were all added by her imitating the dead wizard. Both the paper and the ink were soaked in the potion, and they were stuck in this book. The old books in the binding are as real as the real ones, Qin Wuyan should not have found any clues, right?