Chapter 72 The Peak of the Demon World (7)

Why are you vomiting blood?

Chuzheng held his wrist and took a closer look. The external injuries were almost healed, which proved to be effective. How could he vomit blood? If you make him vomit blood, will he still think that he is a good person?

"What's wrong with you?" Chuzheng asked him.

Li Tang was a little confused and leaned in Chu Zheng's arms, his face pale and unable to speak.

Chuzheng carefully recalled what she had received about Litang, but she didn't seem to mention it. She only mentioned that he was tortured by Mr. Song and escaped...

So she had no idea why Litang vomited blood.

The collar of Litang's clothes was a little open. At this time, the edge of the clothes was wet with blood, and it was spreading.

Chuzheng opened her clothes and exposed her shoulders.

The penetrating wound she had seen before was now oozing blood, not only on the shoulder, but also on the knee.

Chuzheng put him down, lifted up his trousers and rolled them up to his knees.

The wounds on the shoulders and knees were almost the same…

"Hey." Chuzheng supported the edge of the bed and leaned over to call Litang: "How did you get this injury on your body?"

Li Tang had cold sweat on his forehead and couldn't answer her at all.

Chuzheng felt irritable in her heart.

So annoying!

Forget it!

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Li Tang felt like he was being roasted on a fire, and his bones seemed to be burning. He didn't know how long it took before he felt better.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't.

My body seemed to be pressed by something, my breathing was uneven, and my limbs were stiff.

Li Tang woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and stared at the mosquito net above his head.

Not a dark, dirty, damp, rat-infested cell.

There is a faint fragrance in the room.

Where is he?

Li Tang's memory was a little confused, and it took him a while to remember that a woman had saved him.

Li Tang turned his head and looked at the room. It was still the same room as before.

The clothes on his body were a little messy, and the collar was open, revealing his scarred chest and shoulders.

Li Tang silently gathered his clothes. The pain on his shoulder made it impossible for him to get up.

Until this moment, he didn't believe that he had really left that cell, that nightmare-like place.

That person died too.

"Squeak——"

Li Tang looked toward the door and saw a girl in a light-colored dress coming in with a tray. She met his eyes and said lightly: "Wake up."

She closed the door, put down the tray, and walked to the bed: "Are you hungry?"

Li Tang shook his head, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Chuzheng turned around and brought the tray over: "Eat it, it's hot."

He went on a hunger strike for two days in the dungeon and was already starving. Litang was silent for a while and tried to sit up, but failed several times in a row and broke out in sweat.

He lay back and shook his head. He didn't want to eat.

Chuzheng seemed to have realized what was happening. She stretched out her hand to help him up and gave him the chopsticks.

Li Tang leaned against Chu Zheng, with his back against her warm and soft body. He could see her fair side face with a gloomy halo, as if it was coated with shimmer.

He stared for a few seconds and looked away.

Li Tang's fingers were trembling and he couldn't hold the chopsticks steady at all.

He stared at the food in front of him, hungry but unable to eat.

"Eat."

The people behind him also urged him.

How can he eat it?

Litang got angry for no reason, threw the chopsticks away, and looked away, like a child having a tantrum.

[Little sister...] Wang Zhehao feels that if she doesn't remind her, she will play with this good guy card to death, [He can't eat it by himself now. 】

Chuzheng: "..." Then wait until he can eat it by himself?

[…] Is this what normal thinking looks like? [Can’t you feed him? ! 】

Chuzheng: "..." I'm not his mother, why should I feed him!

[Can’t you just think of yourself as your mother? 】

I don’t have a son that old.

【Now there is! Hurry up and feed it, little sister. If you starve to death, you have to rewind and start over again. You finally got here. Do you want to go back and do it again? Don't you want to? If you don’t want to, just be a good person! We have to be a good person, a good person, a good person! ! 】

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng resignedly picked up the spoon, fed it to Litang's mouth, and gave a cold command: "Eat."

Li Tang frowned and did not open his mouth. Chu Zheng suddenly held his chin and fed him directly.

"Cough cough cough..." Litang choked. Did she want to kill herself?

Chuzheng patted his back and fed him to his mouth again. Before Litang made a move, Chuzheng was already planning to pinch his chin again, so Litang hurriedly closed his mouth.

Chuzheng fed her a spoonful, and Litang took a bite. But Chuzheng fed her faster and faster, and Litang's cheeks bulged.

After Litang finished eating, he was sweating all over his body and looked at Chuzheng with anger in his eyes.

He himself didn't realize that he was feeling emotional and angry at the same time as when he first left the dungeon.

"How did you get the injuries on your body?"

Li Tang knew what injury she was asking about. He lowered his head and spoke for the first time: "Devil-killing nail."

The young man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and there was a hint of hatred.

Chuzheng's mind was filled with thoughts: What kind of nail was the demon-killing nail? She hasn’t heard of it! This is beyond the scope! !

After a moment, she calmly asked: "How to get it out?" It doesn't matter what kind of nail it is, just get it out!

The young man shook his head: "I can't do it."

"Why?"

The young man's eyes fell into deathly silence again, he just shook his head and said no more.

He seemed to be trapped in his own world, no matter what Chuzheng said, there was no reaction.

Chuzheng tucked him into the quilt and walked back and forth, with the word "trouble" written all over the background.

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"right here!"

Li Tang was awakened by the noise, and the firelight flickering outside the window almost illuminated the entire room.

Chuzheng stood in front of the window, the window in front of her was half open, and she was looking down.

The shopkeeper was talking to the leader below and seemed to want to stop them, but the group of people entered the store arrogantly.

Then someone kicked out the rest of the inn, and someone came to her room.

Chuzheng closed the window and looked back at Litang.

Li Tang grabbed the quilt and looked at her silently.

"Open the door! Come out!"

"People inside, come out!"

Chuzheng walked towards the door, took the coat hanging on the chair and put it on.

Squeak——

Chuzheng opened the door, and the corridor outside was full of people holding torches. They were all members of the Song family.

"That's her!" Someone behind the group pointed at her: "The murder weapon I saw was hers. She killed Young Master Song! She is the murderer!"

Chuzheng's cold eyes glanced at the person who identified her, who was the thief she met before.

When the thief met Chu Zheng's gaze, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine and he hid behind the crowd.

"You evil woman, how dare you kill our young master!" The Song family members were full of anger.

"Do you have evidence?" Chuzheng crossed her arms and asked calmly.

"This is the evidence!" The man threw the blood-stained spiritual weapon in front of Chu Zheng.

The spiritual weapon hit the wooden floor and made a dull sound.

"Someone saw with their own eyes that you bought this sword, and our young master died with this weapon." The speaker pointed at the thief: "He also saw you near the crime scene, who is not you!"