CHAPTER 644: CHAPTER 644: ROLL AWAY SMOOTHLY

"Oh, my disciple! Your mind is such a waste if it’s not used in ’The Strongest Brain’!"

Zhang Zidao, seeing Yu Longting deduce the truth from mere hints, was a bit flustered and muttered discontentedly, "Why the fierceness? My good disciple was only trying to protect you by taking the blame with me."

"Taking the blame? On what grounds are you two taking it? By moving intelligence?"

Yu Longting’s disdainful words left Zhang Zidao’s face utterly red.

Zhang Zidao defended, "That’s not right. If the truth were exposed, at most, it would be our mentor-mentee life lost to the Underworld. Adding you to it doesn’t make good sense, this has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me... Su Wan... surely you don’t think so either?" Yu Longting glanced at me.

How did the blame shift to me?

Though, indeed, that’s what I thought.

I clutched my chest and gasped, "It hurts... Yu Longting, it really hurts..."

"How come it hurts again? Wasn’t it said that silkworm feces could delay the symptoms?" Yu Longting immediately became anxious.

I was pretending, but then suddenly, every bone in my body began to hurt intensely, and a layer of cold sweat formed on my forehead, "I don’t know... all my bones hurt."

Yu Longting checked my pulse, "Blood-weeping Syndrome is generating Demonic Qi, constantly absorbing the Yang Fire within your body, your Life Lamp... is one... particularly weak."

"Is it going to be extinguished?" Although I can’t see the Life Lamp nor can I take pulses, I suddenly had a terrible intuition.

I felt as if there was quicksand inside me, counting down the time of my life.

It might be half an hour, maybe one hour, or even two or three hours...

In any case, it won’t last long...

"Where’s the ginseng you two are raising?" Zhang Zidao calmly stuffed another silkworm feces into my mouth, "Haven’t seen it around."

The pill eased my pain a bit.

Then, a little boy dressed in tiger-head hat and shoes, holding a frosty blue silkworm, trotted into view, "Shenshen is here."

Ever since the Ice Silkworm adopted Shenshen as a pet, these two little creatures have been playing together.

"Give the ginseng to my good disciple to take. At the very least, it can help my disciple gain more than half a month of treatment time," Zhang Zidao said, stroking his beard.

No wonder he was so calm and collected, not even worrying about the delay it would cause to travel to Tianying Village.

"Shenshen is willing to be eaten by the Young Madam," Xiao Shenshen, holding the Ice Silkworm, jumped onto the bed and kissed me on the cheek.

His fair little face touching my blood-stained cheek didn’t bother him, as he giggled, "But you have to knock me out, Shenshen is afraid of pain."

"You could run away, aren’t you afraid of dying?" The blood tears in my eyes gushed uncontrollably.

Shenshen glanced at the Ice Silkworm, as if saying goodbye.

Then placed the Ice Silkworm by my pillow, his little hands embracing my arm, "I am scared, but medicine is meant to save people, isn’t it?"

I: "..."

Ice Silkworm: "..."

Zhang Zidao: "..."

Especially Zhang Zidao, his wrinkled eyes surprisingly moist.

For this old Taoist priest who achieved Physical Sanctification, shedding a single tear was harder than reaching heaven.

Yet, a little ginseng monster had just broken his composure completely.

"Little demon, give it to me, and get the hell out of here, this is none of your business!" Yu Longting, grabbing Xiao Shenshen by the collar of his clothes, threw him to the ground.

Zhang Zidao’s expression instantly turned cold, his imposing aura fiercely bursting forth, "Yu Longting, what do you mean? Are you reluctant to use the Thousand-Year Ginseng to treat my good disciple?"

"Yes, I am not the owner of this ginseng, and I can’t make that decision."