Chapter 447 Test

Some people experience a flamboyant first half of life, only to find themselves imprisoned later on. Others, after experiencing the tumultuous waves, choose to lie dormant on the beach forever.

Whether active or passive, they all adhere to the natural law that flowers don't bloom for a hundred days.

Like Gou Xin at this moment.

Once, he was blessed by the immortals, bestowed with great fortune. In many novels on the shelves of the neighboring bookstore, he would often be the protagonist, with a life of easy wins that needs no explanation.

But now,

he has entered a life of "retirement" ahead of schedule.

Hei Bai Wuchang (Black and White Impermanence) haven't returned since they left, only sending occasional greetings via phone and often sharing motivational quotes from their WeChat Moments.

Gou Xin doesn't blame his two subordinates. In fact, even if they risked everything and mustered the courage to rush to the pharmacy door,

shouting:

"Rescue the Boss!"

it's hard to say whether Gou Xin would dare to cooperate from the inside or even dare to step out of the pharmacy door.

Humans have always prided themselves on being the most intelligent of all beings, but in reality, the beastly nature within humans is still very obvious. As long as the measures are appropriate and the methods are strong enough, taming a person is not necessarily more difficult than taming a lion.

Of course, Gou Xin wouldn't admit that he had been tamed. He only believes that he is a dragon stranded in shallow water, a tiger fallen on the plains.

It's a test given to him by heaven, by the immortals.

One day, he will be able to see through all this illusion and rise again!

Yes, all he has left now is dreams, because dreams are the cheapest and easiest commodity to obtain for most people these days.

He took out a bottle of Bian Hua (River Styx Flower) oral solution, drank half of it, and then picked up a plate of char siu pork with rice that Fang Fang had just brought over. Gou Xin ate with gusto.

As he ate,

Gou Xin suddenly stopped chewing,

and looked over to his neighboring bed in surprise.

The girl on the bed had opened her eyes at some point and was looking at him.

Gou Xin smiled,

swallowed the rice in his mouth,

and didn't take it seriously,

continuing to eat his meal.

He knew the identity of the person in the next bed, a terrifyingly important figure. Even when he was free and unfettered outside, if he encountered someone like her, he would have to put away all his arrogance, be humble when necessary, and bow his head when required.

But here,

it seemed that the gap in status and position had suddenly disappeared,

as well as the difference in origin and bloodline,

and even the division in strength.

It was as if in this small ward, the beautiful social reality of equality for all had been realized in advance.

Everyone is a battery,

only with differences in power output.

Other than that,

who can be more noble than whom?

Although he still felt a little guilty, Gou Xin continued to bury himself in his meal.

"Equality for all" can add flavor to his meal. If this principle doesn't hold true and this big shot next to him can really rise up and break all of this, Gou Xin is willing to kneel down and pay his respects to her immediately.

Anyway, he wouldn't lose out, would he?

The people of the Yin Si (Underworld) do value differences in status, but you don't expect me to eat a meal in front of you and then hold a grudge against me to death, do you?

When he finished a box of rice,

Gou Xin patted his stomach.

Leaning against the pillow on the hospital bed,

he had to admit one thing,

while others had become increasingly haggard and thin during their six months in the hospital, he had clearly gained weight. His stomach had even grown.

Turning his head again, he looked at the neighboring bed and found that the girl was still looking at him, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

She was indeed impressive. With such severe injuries, especially to her soul, she was actually able to open her eyes and clearly possessed some behavioral awareness after only a few days.

In the end, people, or rather, ghosts, can't be compared.

Since he was idle anyway, Gou Xin didn't mind being the tour guide. You should know that usually in this ward, he could only communicate with Fang Fang besides playing games.

But Fang Fang was a chatterbox with a loud voice. Chatting with her, the spittle was tolerable, but the key was that her loud voice echoed constantly in the ward, directly causing a headache.

"Snap!"

He lit a cigarette.

A cigarette after a meal is better than being an immortal.

"My Lord."

This title cannot be forgotten.

Although Gou Xin thought it was unlikely, what if this lord could really create a miracle and hope?

After all, the facts have been telling people for a long time that rules are often made for the masses, and for truly important figures, breaking the rules is nothing, and they can even create rules.

Qing's eyes blinked.

Clearly,

she had heard him.

Gou Xin didn't press the nurse call button. He didn't plan to inform the bookstore about Qing's awakening.

Perhaps, the bookstore didn't expect that someone with such serious injuries could wake up so quickly, right?

"This is the pharmacy next to the bookstore."

The doubt in Qing's eyes deepened.

"You don't know the bookstore?" Gou Xin was a little puzzled. Could it be that this lord was captured from the wilderness?

Qing blinked, indicating that she didn't know.

"How could you not know? This is Tong City, you know?"

Qing closed her eyes and then opened them again.

Just a movement of the eyes could express many meanings.

"This is strange. Since you know this is Tong City, how could you not know the bookstore? Their lair is in the bookstore next door. When you came to Tong City, how could you not think of coming here first..."

At this point,

Gou Xin stopped,

his left hand still holding the cigarette,

his right hand raised,

giving himself a slap.

"Slap!"

Crisp,

loud.

Qing looked puzzled, partly by Gou Xin's action and partly by what Gou Xin said. Why didn't she think of coming to Zhou Ze's "dojo" to take a look back then?

Was it disdain, laziness, or something else?

"They were just lucky."

Gou Xin muttered, feeling the burning pain on the right side of his face.

Qing blinked.

"This is the pharmacy next to the old den of the Tong City ghost messengers. I've been lying here for half a year."

Qing remained unmoved.

"You're probably going to lie here with me."

Qing continued to be unmoved.

"My Lord, don't you believe me. This place is very strange, especially the old man in the Daoist robe in the bookstore next door, he's the strangest of the strange!"

Qing's eyes showed a thoughtful look. She knew who he was talking about, the old Daoist.

The one who,

when she arrived from Yangzhou by car,

as soon as she got off the highway,

was recommended by Zhou Ze, the local constable of Tong City, to be the old Daoist who led the way for her.

"Oh, My Lord, you've met him, right?"

Qing blinked.

"Then it's no wonder, really no wonder. If you hadn't met him, how could you have been thrown here? Hahahaha..."

This wasn't true happiness, his laughter was just his defense mechanism;

inside, there was sadness, helplessness, bewilderment, and at the same time, a deeply hidden fear!

"Since that's the case, My Lord, you have to be mentally prepared, really;

Personally, I suggest that you are only partially conscious now and your injuries haven't healed yet. First, do some mental preparation to avoid being so painful in the future, or you can shorten the painful struggle process.

Let me put it this way,

from my personal point of view, I hope that you can soar into the sky, directly break through these walls, and kill everyone in the bookstore next door a hundred times over..."

Qing was puzzled.

She felt that this small constable exuding the aura of the Yin Si,

seemed to have something wrong with his head.

"My Lord, do you think there's something wrong with my head? Actually, the problem isn't me, it's this society."

Qing closed her eyes.

The communication ended.

Obviously,

there was no effect.

Gou Xin smiled again,

and continued to smack his lips as he smoked,

it didn't matter,

wait and see.

Within him was the psychological advantage of a veteran, as well as the pride of foresight and vision.

"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, my kasaya is torn~~~ You laugh at me, he laughs at me..."

A hoarse and out-of-tune voice rang out.

Qing opened her eyes again.

She saw Gou Xin shivering,

and then,

she closed her eyes again,

knowing how to hide herself when her injuries hadn't recovered and her strength hadn't returned.

Official position and additional identities are just fleeting clouds. What truly makes subordinates fear and respect you is your strength.

"Yo, Little Gou, come, I brought you some fresh fruit, I picked them myself at a farm in the suburbs today, they're really fresh. And some bananas, I'll bring them over later."

"Th-th-thank you."

Gou Xin thanked him, flattered.

The old Daoist put the fruit on the bedside table, scratched his head, and glanced at Qing on the next bed.

"Oh, I don't know when this girl will wake up, this poor girl."

The old Daoist's sigh

was definitely sincere, from the bottom of his heart!

At first, the old Daoist just felt that this girl was determined to protect him even though they were only meeting for the first time, and he was very touched!

Then, the old Daoist felt helpless and sorry for this girl's tragic fate.

What a sin,

what kind of sins did you commit in your previous life, girl?

How could you be so unlucky?

"Old Daoist, your delivery."

"Okay, here I come."

The old Daoist walked to the door of the ward.

Fang Fang pointed to the two large delivery boxes placed on the hallway and said:

"There they are, they're really heavy."

"Thank you, sister, let me see what it is first. Hmm, the tape is really thick, do you have scissors?"

"There's a fruit knife in Gou Xin's bedside table drawer, he uses it when he eats fruit, go get it."

"Okay!"

The old Daoist immediately bent down and picked up both delivery boxes.

Tsk,

they were really heavy.

The old Daoist had some skill, but he still found it difficult.

Carrying the delivery back to the ward,

the old Daoist said to Gou Xin:

"Little brother, lend me the fruit knife."

"Oh... okay."

Gou Xin trembled when he saw the old Daoist, but he still tremblingly handed over the fruit knife.

The old Daoist took the knife,

and with a "whoosh" sound,

opened the delivery box,

and then let out an exclamation:

"Yo, this..."

And Qing, who had been pretending to be unconscious on the hospital bed,

seemed to sense something,

and suddenly opened her eyes.

This time,

her eyes,

were full of horror!

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