Who moved this king's book of life and death

Chapter 801
But his blood is also a good way to save people. He has half the chance to unravel the strange poisonous Gu in the world, but he can't restrain the Gu worm in his body. It's really sad!
Du Ziyu's eyes were red, and he felt that his blood was surging and his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke. He immediately rushed to the table, wanting to drink water.

Seeing this, Mo Lishang quickly stopped him, pulled him to the bedside, and tied him tightly with special cloth strips.

"Be patient, it will be fine in a while!"

Looking at those helpless and painful eyes, Mo Lishang could not bear to turn his head away, how could he be so careless, knowing that there was an unhealed wound on his hand, why did he let him burn his clothes!Although the wound was covered with gauze, those nasty little bugs penetrated through every hole, even burrowing into the wound.

Although the Gu worm was dead, the toxin in its body was still very powerful, and could kill him at any time.

After a while, the originally low whimpering and panting sound disappeared in the room.

Mo Lishang turned his head hastily, and felt relieved when he saw his heaving chest.

He carefully unwrapped the gauze dressing the wound, found the body of the Gu worm from a pool of black blood, then picked it up with a thin bamboo stick, put it on a candle and burned it.

After a long while, after the poisonous blood flowed out of the wound, the exhausted Du Ziyu slowly woke up, murmuring in a low voice, "Water...I want to drink water."

Mo Lishang took out a pill from the sleeve, mixed it into tea, and brought it to the bedside.

Du Ziyu looked at him weakly, with strong doubts in his eyes: "Why did you help me tie it up?"

"If I hadn't tied you up and made you drink that cup of tea, you'd probably be on Huangquan Road by now." With a cold face, Mo Lishang opened his mouth and poured the tea into it , "It will be dawn in another hour. After tossing and tossing for so long, you should take a good rest."

Du Ziyu coughed violently, and his eyes were clouded with mist: "Don't sleep anymore, go ask Uncle Wen to come in and wait for me to take a bath."

"When the wound touches water, it is easy to get inflamed. If you feel uncomfortable, just ask Uncle Wen to wipe your body."

"It was you who caused me to almost die, and you should take some responsibility." Du Ziyu glanced at the bruises on his body, and a wry smile spread from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, these wounds were not in obvious places, otherwise How would he explain it to his mother.

Mo Lishang staggered and nearly fell to the ground: "What do you want me to do?"

"What are you thinking about? My hands and feet are limp now. Even if I want to, I don't have the strength!" Du Ziyu felt refreshed, and forced a playful smile, "Uncle Wen is getting old, so tossing him can't do it!" Okay, so it's up to you to help me wipe my body, and it should be atonement for yourself."

As if eating a dead fly, Mo Lishang twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to refute.

Uncle Wen's health has nothing to do with him, but this Uncle Wen is not only sinister, but also behaves strangely.

Before he figured out whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, he would not take risks easily.

Mo Lishang gritted his teeth and came to the kitchen reluctantly.

At this time, it was the third quarter of Yin time, and the industrious maids and servants had already woken up, and they were all crowded in the kitchen, some were boiling water, some were preparing breakfast.

(End of this chapter)