Chapter 3407: Withered hands
They gathered together, whispering not knowing what they were talking about.
"Out……"
One of them whispered in a deep voice, and the others stood up and stood still.
In the courtyard on one side, the corner door opened, and a figure bent over and got out.
Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly widened: "Mr. Tang..."
Under the faint moonlight, with her eyesight, she could still see the figure clearly.
"It's really him..."
It really is Mr. Tang! !
But why is he here? ?
What are you doing here? !
Mr. Tang stood at the door, his eyes flicking slightly in the direction of Ling Luoyu, and finally waved at those people.
"According to the original plan, you will arrange it separately!"
"Yes!"
A crowd of people in the black cloak retreated one after another, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
But Mr. Tang turned and entered the courtyard again.
Ling Luoyu hesitated for a while, and finally folded into the small courtyard.
Before entering the door, she smelled a strong smell of medicine and frowned.
"What kind of medicine is this..."
In the smell of medicine, there is also a strong smell of mutton.
"is blood……"
With a deep breath, Ling Luoyu also became alert.
In the blood and gore, there was also an unspeakable smell, which smelled strange.
In the middle of the courtyard, there are three wooden houses with side houses on both sides.
However, in the side room at this time, the black lights were blinding, and only the three houses in the middle were brightly lit.
Hesitating--
"come in……"
Mr. Tang's voice came from the main room.
Ling Luoyu's eyes shrunk unchecked, raised his hand to dress, and pushed the door.
In the room, there was mist floating.
In the corner are three small stoves and three small pots of medicine.
Mr. Tang was squatting in front of one of the medicine jars, stirring the medicine dregs inside.
"Unexpectedly, you followed here too..."
He picked up some medicine dregs and took a closer look with the light. Only then did he open a ceramic pot beside his feet, picked out a **** bone, and threw it into the medicine pot.
"Mr. Tang, why are you here?"
Ling Luoyu's eyes swept around, her eyebrows frowned.
"I thought……"
The furnishings in the room are very simple, but still clean and tidy.
Near the east window, there was a bed with a cyan curtain hanging over it, making it difficult to see inside.
But it was vague, and one could be seen inside.
"who is it……"
A hoarse and strenuous voice came from the bed, and then a thin and withered hand stretched out a corner of the curtain.
Apparently, it is to provoke the curtain.
"Is it Qinger..."
"Not..."
Mr. Tang got up, glanced at Ling Luoyu meaningfully, and walked to the bed.
"It's time to take medicine..."
Withered hands, lost, drooping weakly on the edge of the bed.
"I thought... Qing'er is back..."
"Come on, take medicine..."
Mr. Tang didn't seem to hear anything, he just picked up the medicine bowl on the bed and footstool and lifted the curtain.
The moment the curtain was lifted, Ling Luoyu saw a small and thin figure curled up.
"Come on, be careful..."
Mr. Tang slowly helped the man up and put the medicine bowl on.
"Drink slowly..."
The other party drank a bowl of soup medicine five or six times.
After every time he took the medicine, he had to breathe several times, groaning hard, before he could swallow it.
"Tangtang...My rotten body, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for Qing'er to return..."
