sbdcsierra Chapter 230 Suburban Forest
Chapter 230 Suburban Forest
Their family's income was already low, and they had already hired several doctors, so they didn't have much savings left.
The woman on the bed should have been slightly plump, but now her face is very thin, and she is probably only being kept alive by feeding her soup.
Upon inquiry, it was learned that she had fallen into a coma even earlier than Dongzi's father.
A phoenix feather lightly brushed across her cheek, and faint blue threads appeared between her brows.
Long Chuqing took a closer look and found that it was different from what had appeared between Dongzi's father's eyebrows yesterday; there was a faint ring of blood at the end of the thread.
She rolled up the woman's sleeve to examine it and found that faint dark spots had begun to appear on her arm, which was not a good sign.
After some discussion with the family members, they left the room.
After everyone left, Long Chuqing used his phoenix hairpin to draw a tracking talisman on the woman's forehead, extracting the aura from the silk threads so that he could better track the dream demon.
After the silk thread was cut and the acupuncture was performed, the woman slowly woke up not long afterward.
When she opened her eyes, Long Chuqing noticed that her eyes were bloodshot, unlike Dongzi's father from yesterday.
When asked about her dreams while she was unconscious, the woman looked terrified and appeared extremely flustered and helpless.
She frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's terrifying, so terrifying! A hideous man in red keeps appearing in my dreams. I don't want to remember, I don't want to remember..."
What? Could it be that a dream demon appeared in her dream?
Long Chuqing gave her a few more acupuncture needles to calm her down, and finally prescribed her a calming medicine.
After receiving their thanks, Long Chuqing left the alley.
Once they reached a secluded spot, Fei Feng revealed the tracking talisman she had used earlier.
The tracking talisman transformed into a wisp of pale golden light and flew towards the narrow alley ahead, with Long Chuqing quickly following.
Following the tracking talisman, they arrived at the outskirts of the city, crossed the fields of the village, and headed towards a hillside with low trees.
When they reached the halfway point, Long Chuqing frowned. A stench of decay, mixed with the cold wind, hit them in the face. The tracking talisman had dissipated at this point.
“There’s a mass grave ahead,” Feng Yu said.
Long Chuqing looked up and saw a thin layer of miasma floating not far ahead, with tattered white silk fluttering on the bare treetops.
Tuberous vines covered the ground, intertwining and growing on bones and corpses, then climbing up the tree trunks.
Long Chuqing covered her nose and walked forward, stepping on the dry branches on the ground. She saw several mummified corpses wrapped in strips of cloth lying carelessly on the ground among the white bones.
“There’s no sign of a dream demon here,” Feng Yu said. “The tracking talisman only detected that it had appeared here before; it must be hiding somewhere else.”
“It’s daytime now, it must be hiding,” Fei Feng said. “Since it’s not here, let’s leave quickly!”
"Hmm," Long Chuqing replied, "but it would be best to dispel this miasma."
Long Chuqing gently raised her left hand, grasped the bow and arrow transformed from phoenix feathers, leaned back slightly to draw the bowstring taut, and released it as the pale golden arrow shot towards the miasma-filled area.
The arrows pierced the air and shot into the forest, instantly transforming into pale golden fluorescence upon contact with the miasma, spreading out and drifting around it.
Before long, the hazy miasma began to dissipate until it disappeared completely.
Just as she was about to turn back, she heard a series of hurried footsteps.
A man dressed in black, with a mask covering his face, was seen running wildly toward her at an astonishing speed.
The two brushed past each other in the woods. When their eyes met, the man's eyes revealed a fierce light as he glared at Long Chuqing.
Before Long Chuqing could react, the man spun around and suddenly raised his hand, sending several hidden weapons hurtling towards her.
Long Chuqing dodged the projectile attack that was thrown at her with a swift movement.
After throwing the hidden weapon, the man did not stop. He quickened his pace as if riding the wind and ran towards the mass grave, soon disappearing from Long Chuqing's sight.
Looking in the direction the man left, Long Chuqing murmured softly, "How inexplicable."
Before she could figure out the reason, a sharp, rapid whooshing sound came from behind her.
She quickly turned around and saw a sharp arrow whistling towards her. She swiftly raised the phoenix feather whip in her hand and shattered the arrow that was being shot at her.
Immediately afterwards, several more arrows came in succession, but Long Chuqing remained calm and composed, wielding the phoenix feather whip in his hand to deflect the incoming arrows one by one, and the deflected arrows steadily embedded themselves in the tree trunks beside him.
Looking closely, she saw several men rapidly approaching her from the bottom of the hillside; the arrows were fired by them.
"You audacious thief, surrender at once!" The leader leaped up and swung his long sword at Long Chuqing.
Thief? Long Chuqing swung his phoenix feather whip to block, the whip's end grazing the spine of his sword, sending sparks flying, before snapping a nearby tree branch.
The man spun around and, using his foot to push off the tree trunk, launched another sword attack.
Long Chuqing observed his attire; it resembled the official robes of a commander.
He just shouted for the thief; they must be looking for the masked man who just escaped.
And coincidentally, she was also dressed in black today, disguised as a man, so they must have mistaken her for the thief.
After exchanging a few blows with him, the others also came to the vicinity of the two, drawing their bows and aiming them at the two fighters, ready to launch an attack on Long Chuqing at any time.
Long Chuqing raised her phoenix feather whip and swung it at the long sword in the man's hand, spinning it in mid-air and wrapping it around the sword.
She pulled hard, and the distance between the man and her suddenly closed. The man's left hand naturally gripped the whip, trying to restrain Long Chuqing.
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else,” Long Chuqing explained. “I am not the person you are looking for. The thief has already fled up the hillside.”
"While you were entangled with me, they have already made their escape."
Upon hearing that the voice was a delicate female voice, the man released his grip on the whip and took a step back, while Long Chuqing also withdrew the whip.
He carefully examined the person in front of him. The man from before had a mask on, but the person in front of him was not.
Although she was dressed as a man, her voice was a very pleasant female voice. Although her complexion was a bit sallow, the hand holding the whip was very fair.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if the makeup was deliberately applied to conceal her true appearance; she did indeed resemble a woman, while the person they were chasing was confirmed to be a man.
The man raised his right hand and gestured to the others, "Leave two people behind, the rest of you go after the embankment."
"Yes..." After receiving the order, the group put away their bows and arrows and chased after the enemy up the slope.