After a night, Wang Jingzhe's external and internal injuries had been treated, but he still did not wake up. On the contrary, the thick sores on his body began to spread a lot, all of which were below the chest and neck. During this period, he also had a high fever of more than 39 degrees.

Jiang Qing sat by the bed and looked at him almost in a row, almost scared to death, because if he continued like this, it would probably be difficult for people to save him.

The deadbeat was speechless. He asserted more than once that Wang Jingzhe would not have a short life at this time, and his death period would have to be at least several years, but why did it not improve and the decline of the five decays and humans gradually worsen, and he couldn't explain it.

Later, another day passed, Jiang Qing and Lao Lai were a little numb.

"He is like this. I guess it may be because it is related to his divine punishment. He has a problem with his numerology. Coupled with the arrow that hit may accelerate the sign of his physical deterioration..."

Jiang Qing closed his eyes and sighed helplessly, asking, "I just care if others will die here."

The deadbeat shrugged and said, "I said I couldn't die before, but now I have a deep question about my own words. The key is that people just don't wake up. If you look at him, they will be almost terrible."

"What should I do?"

"There is no way, keep waiting!"

Fortunately, when he woke up that night, he was still confused and unconscious when he woke up, but if he could open his eyes within three days, his life would be fine. At the same time, his high fever began to retreat, but the thick sores on his body continued to cover without any sign of elimination.

When Wang Jingzhe woke up, he only vaguely felt that there were two people around him, and he didn't know anything else. Then he noticed that his lips were separated in a daze. Then a pungent and bitter smell flowed from his mouth to his throat, but his stomach felt quite comfortable, and then he fell asleep again.

Seeing Wang Jingzhe wake up, Lao Lai and Jiang Qing both breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was fine.

"I have to leave," said Lao Lai, tidying up his head and packing his things, "In just two days, Xiang Que has to come here. I don't want to meet him."

"Are you afraid of him?" Jiang Qing asked with a frown.

"Scared? There is nothing to say about, there is nothing to be afraid of without grudges, but..." Dear Lai thought about it, took out a yellowed booklet from his arms and threw it on the bed, and said, "I have some stories with him. It's better to disappear than to meet him. I won't tell you the specific ones. If you have something here, you can give it to Wang Jingzhe. Even if my fate with him ends here, you'd better not tell him about my affairs."

Jiang Qing pointed to the booklet with the words Lai Buyi printed on the bed and said, "Do you think it is useful to say it or not?"

The deadbeat patted his forehead speechlessly, and thoughtfully reached out and took it back. After thinking about it, he finally gave up.

"Forget it, I haven't found a suitable person to pass on this thing anyway, so let's leave it to him, and the same sentence... leave it to someone with destiny." After Lao Lai said that, regardless of whether Jiang Qing was or the reaction, he walked out with the thing. Then the noise of the broken gold cup sounded outside, and the car disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Qing looked at Wang Jingzhe on the bed in embarrassment and muttered: "You left, throw me here, I won't leave it all the time."

Jiang Qing gritted his teeth and stayed. She knew that after Wang Jingzhe disappeared for three days, many people must have been looking for him. I can't say when I could get here by following the clues. She originally wanted to leave the person and leave quickly, but in the end she was still unwilling to let go of Wang Jingzhe who was about to die. If he really left him alone, it might be that I didn't kill Boren but Boren died because of me.

The next day, early in the morning, the sun rose in the east, and a dazzling ray of sunlight fell on Wang Jingzhe through the window.

Maybe it was because he felt that his face was being photographed warmly, or maybe his injuries were gradually improving. This time he woke up, at least after slowly recalling it, he knew what happened.

After Wang Jingzhe sorted out his thoughts, his memory ended up on two strangers in his mind, the strange middle-aged goatee man who had met outside the Wuhou Temple, and a woman.

Wang Jingzhe opened his eyes and felt his condition, weak, weak, and poor, and he had difficulty taking a breath. After a while, he felt that he had woken up a lot and then he supported his arms and wanted to get up.

"Swish" Wang Jingzhe lowered his head and saw that he was wearing only one underwear, with bare on top and underneath, and his eyes froze immediately.

The whole body was covered with thick sores, blisters, and a pungent smell.

For three or five minutes, Wang Jingzhe had no reaction at all. He only raised one arm tremblingly and rubbed his cheeks.

"Pu" Wang Jingzhe fell off the bed. He looked up and saw a mirror on the other side. He crawled over tremblingly, then stood in front of the mirror with a wall.

In the mirror, Wang Jingzhe could hardly recognize whether the person in the mirror was himself.

Jiang Qing, who was awakened, walked out of the inner room and saw Wang Jingzhe, whose face was covered with pustules in the mirror, sighed in his heart. No matter who sees his virtue, it is probably unacceptable.

This is like having leprosy, and his face is beyond recognition.

At least two-thirds of Wang Jingzhe's face had been destroyed.

Jiang Qing whispered: "You were hit by an arrow, and you were injured through it, but fortunately you didn't hurt your internal organs, but the trouble is that you were hit by voodoo. There is some trouble. This secret witch sect technique will draw your vitality until you die. Fortunately, I know how to solve voodoo..."

Wang Jingzhe looked at himself in the mirror blankly, as if he had not heard what Jiang Qing said later. He knew that it was his dark illness that began to worsen, which caused the thick sores to spread throughout his body.

It was just completely unexpected that after three days of fainting, the symptoms directly transferred to the later stage. There was a record in the family genealogy that three generations of people who had knives had their whole body ulcers before they died, and sores were everywhere, and almost no piece of skin was intact.

"However, some people say you won't die now," Jiang Qing thought for a while, bit his lip and said, "At least, within a few years."

Wang Jingzhe's face was calm, and he knew that he could not die, but he was not as good as death.

Suddenly there was a major change, and Wang Jingzhe felt desolate.

Jiang Qing said: "You don't have much external medicine. I need to buy some in the city. Fortunately, the wound has started to heal and scab, and there are no signs of inflammation. It will be no big problem in a few days... Also, I found out that Tang Da has returned to the Wumen and declared that he will not leave the mountain for three years."

"The premise is that you are gone and you will not be out for three years..."

This is the agreement between Wang Jingzhe and Tang Da. The loser retreated to the mountains and forests and never cared about worldly affairs.

After peace, they will return to the mountains for three years and will not leave.
Chapter completed!