Ningxia dreamed of the fire again.

The fire that enveloped the entire village.

Thinking about it now, I still remember the fire that dyed the entire sky red, the hot air burning my lungs, and the smell of burning corpses everywhere.

Whenever she recalled the fire, Ningxia remembered that she was running away.

He ran away barefoot in the gravel-filled mountains, his feet were pricked by stones and were covered in blood, but he did not dare to look back or let go of his little brother.

But the sound of horse hooves behind him, like a life-threatening charm, was getting closer and closer.

He was picked up from his horse like a lamb. No matter how much he struggled, all he got was a perverse laugh from the other party.

This is Ningxia’s eternal nightmare.

I don’t want to recall it, but it is an eternal theme in nightmares.

She opened her eyes and felt a very fresh and pleasant aroma in her mouth and nose.

These aromas flowed into her lungs, and then into her limbs and bones along with the blood, and she felt that she was slowly regaining her strength.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Dragon Boat Festival with a pair of black ponytails, muttering sutras in front of his bed.

He recited it with great care, and the scriptures buzzed and echoed throughout the room. It seemed that every plant, tree, table, and chair here was responding to his chant. At the same time, there was a faint sound behind the girl with twin tails.

The precious light rises and she is enveloped in it, looking even more solemn and sacred.

Ningxia looked a little fascinated.

Dragon Boat Festival also discovered Ning Xia's awakening, and quickly stopped chanting sutras, ran to Ning Xia in small steps, and half-knelt there: "Sister Ning Xia, are you awake?"

"Yeah." Ningxia agreed in a low voice, then looked at Duanwu: "What were you doing just now?"

The Dragon Boat Festival just now gave Ningxia a really unfathomable feeling, but the moment he threw himself in front of his bed, he felt like a cute luoli again.

"This." Duan Wu scratched his head in embarrassment: "I asked Sister Ping how to wake you up quickly."

"Sister Ping said that as long as she chants sutras next to you, it will be fine."

"Then I did it."

Ning Xia was stunned for a moment, and then she chose to turn over and get out of bed. At that moment, the severe pain in her back made her take a breath of air.

Duanwu quickly supported her: "Sister Ningxia, be careful."

At this time, Ningxia's back really couldn't bend at all, and she would feel tearing pain if she moved even slightly.

In fact, if you think about it, there are almost all kinds of neural networks on the back, which control the limbs and bones through nerve bundles, but Fang Bie just made 361 cuts on the back with a knife, even if the knife was not powerful.

It hurt the vital part, but now that the scab has roughly formed, every slight movement will cause severe pain to the body.

This is why in many cases, it’s not very painful to hit the board, but it takes a month to recover from the injury before you can get out of bed.

Just don't let the plaster Xue Ling put on Ningxia work, otherwise Ningxia might not even be able to move her body, let alone get out of bed.

"I'm..." Ning Xia didn't understand what happened for a moment, and then the flashy scene appeared in her mind, the red candle and the dagger, the young man chatting and laughing with a calm expression, and the precise three hundred and sixty-one swords.

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Ningxia really waited patiently until it was over, and then she relaxed her will and fainted, and she didn't know anything after that.

"It seems that Brother Fangbie treated your injury and detoxified it." Duanwu said with great effort. Although Duanwu couldn't understand it, it was clear that Ningxia was still alive and kicking before Fangbie treated his injury and detoxified him, but after that, he fell into a coma.

For three days, I didn't eat or drink, and my back was still wrapped in a thick bandage.

But Ningxia didn’t need to explain: “Yeah.”

Ningxia just nodded.

She held the bed and walked forward.

The Dragon Boat Festival immediately greeted me: "Sister Ningxia, you haven't eaten for three days and three nights. Eat something and rest first."

"No need." Ning Xia shook her head: "Where is Fang? I want to see him."

"Brother Fangbie?" Duanwu was stunned for a moment: "Brother Fangbie has gone out, together with brother Heiwu."

"Going out?" Ningxia didn't quite understand what happened during the three days she was asleep.

"Then who else is at the inn?"

"Brother Sheng Junqian and sister Lin Xue have also left." Duan Wu looked at Ning Xia and said, "Now there are only sisters He Ping and Shang Jiuge in the inn."

Ningxia was stunned.

In an instant, Xiaohun Inn became so yin-yang-yang-waning that almost all the people staying in the inn were women.

Ahem basically.

"Then I'm going to see He Ping." Ningxia said.

"Then you stay here, I'm going to call Sister Ping over now." Duanwu said hurriedly.

In his opinion, Ningxia is now a super sick person and should not be active at all.

"I'm fine." Ningxia insisted.

At this moment, He Ping's voice came from outside the door: "Why are you okay?"

Saying this, He Ping walked into the room and looked at Duan Wu and Ning Xia, who were arguing a little bit: "Get down first."

He Ping is of course referring to Ningxia.

Ningxia looked at He Ping without saying a word or making any move.

"If you wake up, you should understand your situation." He Ping said quietly: "Get down, I will help you further check your injuries."

Ning Xia shook her head and looked at He Ping: "I have some questions to ask."

"Is it urgent?" He Ping asked.

Ningxia nodded.

He Ping sighed and looked at Duanwu: "You did a good job, can you go out for a while now?"

Duanwu nodded obediently, then went out and closed the door.

He Ping and Ning Xia were the only two people left in the room.

And Ningxia finally lay back on the bed obediently.

It has to be said that with the current injury, it is very difficult for Ningxia to stand up.

Basically, every time I stand for a short while, I feel tremendous pain that is almost unbearable.

"What happened after I fell into coma?" Ningxia asked.

He Ping shook her head lightly: "It's actually not a very important thing."

"But I want to know." Ningxia said.

"Yes." He Ping nodded: "The poison of Manzhu Shahua in your body is more serious than imagined, because the dose of the poison that the miserable old man gave you at first was about three times that of ordinary people, and he was later

The amount and purity of the antidote that came were insufficient, causing the poison of Manzhushahua in your body to the point where you are in danger without delay."

Ningxia lowered her head and remained silent.

"So, even if Fang Bi uses this method to detoxify you, there is still about 20% of the poison of Manzhushahua in your body, so after discussion, we decided to find Purple-backed Geranium."

"That's why there are only a few of us left in the inn now."

Ningxia smiled bitterly: "The reason why you didn't leave is because you need to scare the monsters here, right?"

He Ping didn't answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Ningxia let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!