The Heartless Mage Chapter 64: The Living Dead

Zhang Xianzong stood in front of Yue Qiluo, the blood-stained military shirt had been taken off, and the dirty bandages wrapped in layers had also been untied. There was a palm-sized wound between the chest and abdomen. A thin layer of yellow fat, and a bruised mess of innards.

The desire to breathe is gone, all desire is gone, he doesn't even feel the pain. Slowly raising a cold hand, he seemed to see a dark corpse spot, but when he looked intently, it was gone. The wind was sunny outside the window, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. He turned his head and stared at the bright spring light of the good school, and his dull eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of cold tears.

"Qi Luo." He opened his mouth hoarsely: "Have I become a big head?"

Yue Qiluo disdains to be tempted by anyone, but quietly looking at Zhang Xianzong, her right eye stings without warning. The blood spots buried in her eyes began to spread, she endured the pain and remained calm, and answered only one word: "Yes."

Zhang Xianzong stood tall in the spring, with a wry smile on his blue-grey face: "I want to live."

Then he turned to Yue Qiluo: "But, maybe it would be better if I died."

Yue Qiluo stood in front of him. With her hands in her sleeves, she said in a thin voice, "Zhang Xianzong, I will protect your soul."

Then she pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, stepped forward, raised her head, and raised her hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

Zhang Xianzong lowered his head slightly, not wanting to make her work too hard. I didn't expect that she would treat him so kindly, but unfortunately he is already dead. What she treats kindly is not living people, but corpses.

Yue Qiluo brought purified water in secret, then repelled the servants and closed the door tightly, and sent guards to guard them outside. Rolling up her sleeves high, she revealed two thin snow-white arms. Holding scissors, she cut Zhang Xianzong's chest and abdomen, and she took out his internal organs.

The towel dipped in water to wipe off the blood, and she smeared a layer of spirits in his cavity. Zhang Xianzong lay on his back and watched her like a little girl pulling a large amount of cotton wool from the quilt and stuffing it into his cavity, as if filling her doll. He knew in his heart that it was better that he really died; but seeing Yue Qiluo concocting himself with all his attention, he felt honored again. Why do you love Yue Qiluo? He couldn't tell; why did he love her so much that he would rather die? Still not clear. Having lived in his thirties, he already knew that there were many things in the world, and he could never find out the cause and effect.

"After all, it's my body, so it's easy to use." Yue Qiluo said lightly in the stench of the room: "It's so bad that it can't be used in the future, I'll find you a new one."

Zhang Xianzong watched her thread the needles and sewed the wounds on his chest and back: "Okay, then I will change to a young and beautiful skin."

Yue Qiluo narrowed her painful right eye, and her fingers holding the needle turned into a clumsy orchid: "Shallow!"

She believes that Zhang Xianzong is the most ordinary ordinary person, and he has no qualifications to be smug.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, and the odor in the room did not diffuse strongly. After dark, the guards withdrew, and Zhang Xianzong went out with an iron bucket.

He buried his internal organs under an old tree behind Ding's house. Fortunately, the weather was warm and the soil had thawed, allowing him to dig deep holes easily. After pouring a bucket of soft things into the pit, Zhang Xianzong felt that he was sleepwalking. There was no sneak attack, no death, and when he woke up, it was a new day.

All senses are not sharp, and the feeling of sojourn is gradually stronger. He walked back with the empty bucket, his legs were not his own, but he listened to his own words. Step by step, the steps were so stiff that he could fall at any moment. The iron bucket slammed against his knee, and he didn't know it hurt.

There were two pairs of eyes on the wall, and he didn't notice it. When he was far away, both eyes dropped together. The two officers hunched over their waists and jumped down together tremblingly. The orderly who served them as a stepping stone stood up and looked around with great vigilance.

An officer crossed his arms and asked softly, "Did you see it?"

Another officer in the same pose: "I see."

At midnight, there was another movement on the wall. Two officers came over the wall with small iron shovels and excavated new soil under the tree.

After an hour, the pit was filled as it was. The two officers went out over the wall with their eyes fixed. After they went out, they couldn't stand, and were carried away by the orderly. His legs were soft, but his tongue was hard. He couldn't say a word, and he exhaled cold air through his nostrils. They are all people who have run through the battlefield. Can people still not recognize the bits and pieces of people? As the personal accomplices of the former brigade commander Ding Datou, they are not stupid and know it. With the blood of the chief of staff, can you get off the carriage and walk directly? Still going all the way? Not right, definitely not right!

But the two of them lay on the back of the orderly, looked at each other, and at the same time had a good understanding of each other, and kept their mouths tightly together.

The next morning, Zhang Xianzong appeared in the headquarters in a military uniform.

He had a very unsightly face, a cane was added to his hand, and he was a little wobbly when he walked. Someone smelled the peculiar smell and asked with a smile, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhang Xianzong nodded with a sullen expression, and his neck bones moved one by one: "Yes, I have been drinking."

Someone asked again: "Chief of Staff, are you okay?"

Zhang Xianzong replied: "It's okay to hurt the flesh."

He refused to show weakness, because the country was unstable, so when his body was still able to support, he never dared to show his flaws. Suddenly he didn't want to die again, because he had power and soldiers in his hand. He thought that maybe Qiluo would have a way to keep his body, maybe he would wake up one morning and really be reborn.

After showing his face in the headquarters, he returned to Yue Qiluo. Now he can mobilize his tongue very freely, so he told the truth of yesterday's events.

"The person who fired the gun was a little daughter-in-law." He told Yue Qiluo: "Gu Xuanwu has a strange little white face next to him, he first blocked a shot for him, and then rushed up to grab my gun as if nothing was wrong. If it wasn't for him to make trouble , I won't be shot by a woman."

Yue Qiluo was taken aback: "The weird little white face? What does it look like?"

Zhang Xianzong shook his head subconsciously: "I didn't pay attention, I just remember that he has a white face and big eyes."

Yue Qiluo asked again: "Are you sure you shot him?"

Zhang Xianzong replied: "I am sure."

Yue Qiluo clenched her hands into small fists. She has no conclusive evidence, but she believes that the strange little white face is unintentional! She knew Wuxin wouldn't die, but what does it have to do with her if she doesn't die? He doesn't love her either.

Will shoot to save the unintentional little daughter-in-law, presumably the crescent moon. Crescent Moon robbed the one she loved and killed the one who loved her. She was too lazy to get to know Crescent Moon, but at this moment, she thought that Crescent Moon was really deceiving. Her right eye started to swell and hurt, and she got angry.

Master Gu left Tanggezhuang and came to Ligezhuang, which is about twenty miles away from Tanggezhuang. After the orderly arrangement was settled, he dispatched troops and began to plan revenge and counterattack. After a busy day, he entered the temporarily requisitioned brick house in the evening and found that Crescent Moon was making dumplings with a lot of thought.

Crescent Moon can't even remember how she fired the gun. She only remembered that Zhang Xianzong rammed into the wall with no intentions, causing her spine to ache. There was no help in the yard, and no one could be counted on, so she picked up the gun and ran up. The gun was very heavy, not as heavy as a gun, like a lump of iron, which was beyond her expectations. The gun rang, and she still held the gun, dazed in her heart, thinking only of the gun sinking, sinking to death.

Master Gu knew she was frightened, but didn't know how to comfort her. Turning around and entering the East Room, he saw Wuxin again on the kang. A neat hole was pierced by a bullet in Wuxin's waist. The blood had stopped for a long time. Master Gu lifted his clothes and took a closer look. He saw a pink sarcoma in the hole. According to experience, the sarcoma would probably grow bigger and bigger, and finally fill the hole. Wuxin is immortal, but it is easy to hurt. At this moment, he is lying on the kang for a long time, and he has no energy to speak with his eyes open.

Thanks for the great kindness, not to mention the life-saving grace. Master Gu didn't talk to him, just patted him on the back. As soon as he sat down on the edge of the kang, he was curious: "I said, Master, do you have a waist?"

Inadvertently glanced at him and said nothing.

Master Gu continued to ask: "What about the heart, liver, spleen and lungs?"

Before Wuxin could answer, Crescent Moon came in with a pot of steaming boiled dumplings. Master Gu put on the kang table with a wink, and Wuxin stepped back into the corner. Crescent Moon brought him a bowl of dumplings and placed them by the pillow, and let him eat slowly while lying on the kang; he and Master Gu sat opposite the kang table. Eating and eating, Crescent Moon felt that a finger was poking at her lower back, and when she looked back, she unintentionally stretched out an empty bowl.

Master Gu cleared his throat and said, "Crescent Moon, don't take it to heart. It is only right and proper for you to save your man, and there is nothing to regret!"

Crescent Moon replied, "I don't regret it, I just don't feel well."

Master Gu peeled two cloves of garlic for himself: "Just sleep, don't take it seriously!"

Crescent Moon gave a low "um", turned around and gave Wuxin a bowl full of dumplings. The wind picked up outside the window, blowing the window lattices. Crescent Moon glanced out calmly, suspecting that Zhang Xianzong's ghost came to settle accounts with him. But when she thought about it, she withdrew her gaze, thinking that if you want to kill my man, I will naturally kill you. If there is another time, I will be the same.

As Mr. Gu said, after Crescent Moon rested on his unintentional arm for a night, it seemed as if he had passed a hurdle in his heart, and he regained his former temperament. Sitting cross-legged on the kang, she always had needlework to do in her hands, and she did it so meticulously that she could not end up with a single shoe sole.

After three days, she finally made a shoe. Wuxin stood on the kang and wore it, took a few steps back and forth, and then said, "Crescent moon, the shoes are small."

Across a layer of shoe upper, Crescent Moon pressed his toes with his fingers: "Don't be afraid of small, the more you cross, the bigger."

Wu Xin was about to speak, but a "dong" sound was popped from the window. Master Gu's smiling face flickered outside the window, then he turned around and walked into the house: "Hey, something very strange happened!"

Inadvertently sits down and takes off his shoes: "What's weird? It's fine?"

Master Gu replied: "It's good, but it's also scary."

Wuxin knew that he was waiting for him to ask questions, so he smiled at him and deliberately didn't ask. Master Gu was silent for a moment, seeing Wuxin and Crescent Moon colluding and pretending to be dumb together, he couldn't help but say, "Zhang Xianzong, wasn't he shot by Crescent Moon? It turns out that he is not dead, he is still alive."

Crescent Moon was relieved when she heard this, because a life lawsuit was dismissed. Wuxin is noncommittal, waiting for Master Gu to speak.

Master Gu smiled complacently and said, "Although he didn't die, within a day or two after he brought the soldiers back, there was an infighting in Wenxian. I don't know the details. Anyway, now I don't fire a single bullet, let's sit on the mountain and watch the dog fight. When they get tired, I'm afraid I don't need to send troops, they will take the initiative to surrender! Hahaha!"