One hundred and fifty-ninth chapter medicine twenty years later
Zhao Lingyan couldn't tell anything she hadn't seen before, so in her narration, the story followed her eyes.
She didn’t know what Zhao Qi was thinking before she died, she didn’t know what changes had occurred in the resentment ghost’s abilities, she didn’t know how long it would take for those “swallowed” by it to be rescued, she didn’t know the bad words those people said about her mother and him, she didn’t know
How did that female ghost massacre the entire village?
But in her mind, there were all the memory fragments from when she was an ignorant and delusional ghost. She was able to see those twenty years from another perspective and gradually understood many things that she could not react to at that time.
For example, Yan An.
She looked at the small cage and smiled. On the face without facial features, the blurry ghost mist condensed her original face, which was beautiful and cute.
"It's their fault, Fang Liyang and Fang Tong. They shouldn't have done that to our family. They implicated the whole village. But I don't want revenge. As long as I can catch it, it will be over." She looked at it.
Listen to Li.
She could not forgive those who pushed her brother down, such as Fang Liyang, but where was Fang Liyang? Can his brother come back if he dies?
Moreover, the death of Uncle Zhou's family is nothing, and his own death is nothing. Everyone is so innocent. If he continues, he doesn't know how many people will be harmed.
The fire of resentment is so insidious that if you are not careful, it will burn down countless people who could have settled in this land.
Zhao Lingyan is no longer able to take revenge, and her obsession has never been revenge.
She begged for an end, for there was disgust and anger in her eyes, but they were all peaceful, just like she was at peace with this hellish world.
This was also the main reason why she did not become a resentful ghost. If the hatred was really hard to eliminate, it would have been swallowed up by the resentment long ago.
The tears condensed in Guiwu fell down. Zhao Lingyan knew that her time was running out and she didn't want to waste it on meaningless people.
"That medicine may actually have some effect. Pharmacist Yan is really a scumbag, but it's no use being a scumbag. The time for my departure is coming soon, so I can't help him test the medicine." Zhao Lingyan said with a smile.
Li Ting couldn't laugh.
"The world is too big, but if we are both practitioners in Beizhou, we can always meet each other. Brother, if you meet a pharmacist named Yan An, can you tell him about me?" the little girl asked.
She used to have a lively personality, but it was a pity that she was a fool and ignorant at that time, and could not respond to Yan An's many words. Now that I think about it, she always finds it funny and can't help but laugh.
"Yan An, he's dead." Li Ting said calmly.
The smile on the little girl's face slowly solidified, her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at Li Ting, as if she couldn't understand what he meant.
"Good news." Li Ting said.
The ghost filled with black mist next to him turned around and looked at Li Ting with a pair of cold and dull eyes.
Zhao Lingyan slowly turned his head and looked at the extremely powerful ghost, looking at its body with no arms, no legs, and no face.
She is a ghost herself, and she knows that if none of these can be seen and only the body is condensed by the ghost mist, it means that the body before death is incomplete.
Just like a person who explodes, his body will be completely composed of ghost mist, and it is difficult to even have cold white skin.
"What...mean?" The little girl's eyes were red, her lips curled up, and she looked at Li Ting, her voice a little sad.
"He is Yan An, a relative of mine. He went to Beizhou more than 20 years ago and never came back." Li Ting touched the little girl's head and said patiently.
Zhao Lingyan floated in front of Yan An and looked at the dull-looking ghost.
It was unimaginable to her that the ghost in front of her was the same person who hid under the bed with her back then, who would say a lot of things to get her to accept the powder, and before leaving, he would put his scary face on her face and pat her head like a father.
so sad.
So sad.
Zhao Lingyan's face was filled with mist, and mist like tears fell down.
"Yan Yaoshi?" the little girl called in a mournful voice.
The man of the past could no longer answer him, could no longer hand out a bottle of powdered medicine with curiosity and secret concern as before.
The ghost is cold and unresponsive to the things around him.
The little girl burst into tears. It's hard to imagine what it would be like for a ghost to cry. Li Ting didn't know it before, but he saw it today.
Not pretty, but equally sad.
She floated forward and hugged Yan An's ghostly and misty arms.
Li Ting looked stern and wanted to remind Zhao Lingyan to be careful. Yan An hated being touched by others and could easily attack others.
However, at the next moment, his movement to stop him stopped.
He saw Yan An's hand move, and the ghost vine transformed from the black mist slowly stretched out, which was obviously not an attack.
The ghost vine gently wrapped around the girl's thin wrist, as if someone was holding her hand.
Yan An rarely used his hands that were condensed with ghost mist. Most of the time, he liked to use the fog vine. Li Ting knew this, but he never thought that the fog vine could be used like this.
Not for attacking.
The little girl suddenly stopped crying and looked at her arms blankly.
"If you call his name, you can see the ghostly mist on his face clearly." Li Ting reminded.
"Yan An." Zhao Lingyan shouted to Yan An. His name carried a strange power. When the ghost heard it, the ghost mist slowly condensed, and Zhao Lingyan saw that familiar face.
But I'm not familiar with it, because it's the dead white color of the corpse, and the pupils are blurred, and it looks like it has lost its life.
The little girl was very sad and was about to say something else when she felt something strange in the palm of her hand.
A piece of fog vine followed the wrist it wrapped around and penetrated into the palm of Zhao Lingyan's hand, and something was put into it.
The little girl opened her hands and saw a bean with part of it cut off, two red petals, and a small amount of medicinal powder.
It looked a bit random, but the beans were cut very neatly, and it looked like someone had planned the cut before doing it.
Li Ting raised his eyebrows, why did the petals look so like the flowers from the underworld? When did Yan An pluck them out?
Moreover, the medicinal powder looked too much like it was refined by a pharmacist, but the breath was not newly refined, but looked like the ones Yan An had secretly kept before.
Where did he get these things?
Li Ting looked at Yan An's body wrapped in the ghost mist, and felt that there might be a lot of things hidden in the ghost mist that he didn't know about.
Isn't that bean the one he asked Yan An to help fight ghosts before, but Yan An was playing with it instead?
No wonder he didn't respond to what he said. When Yan An was still a human being, he would devote himself wholeheartedly to pharmaceuticals and couldn't hear the outside world, let alone being a ghost who made it more difficult to communicate.
——I'm going to do something. If I can see you again when I come to Beizhou in the future, and you don't go crazy and become that kind of ghost, I will study it carefully and treat your injuries. How about it?
The words from twenty years ago were still in his ears. Zhao Lingyan held the medicinal powder and the unknown plant in his palm, with fluctuations in his eyes.
"Let me eat?" she asked.
Without saying anything, he stretched out the ghost vine, explored Zhao Lingyan's face, gently touched her bitten face, and then stood blankly for a while, as if analyzing something.
Then the ghost mist filled the air, and the ghost stretched out his transformed hand, took Zhao Lingyan's hand, picked up the beans and flower petals, crushed them, threw away part of them, mixed them with the ghost energy, mixed them with the previous medicinal powder, and then used
A little bit of ghost energy, stimulating and refining. This chapter has been completed!