The Remnant King's Favorite: Rebirth of the Heaven-defying Little Poison

Chapter 867
Chapter 867
As long as there is a prescription, with Situ Haoyue's medical skills, he will definitely be able to find a way to save people.

In this way, she can be relieved.

It's just that the room in this inn is really too simple, there is no pen and ink, no usable items, nothing.After looking around for a few times, Xia Qingge didn't think of any good solution.

Finally, her eyes fell on the shattered teapot on the ground.

Supporting her body with both hands, dragging her stiff lower body, Xia Qingge almost crawled to the edge of the table.For a short distance, she almost exhausted all her strength.

But she dared not delay.

Forcefully tearing off a piece of cloth from her clothes, Xia Qingge casually took the fragments of the teapot and scratched her wrist.

If you don't have pen and ink, then use blood.

Paper is made from cloth, ink is made from blood, and paper is made by hand. It is always possible to write.

However, when Xia Qingge cut a wound and looked at her still white and clean arm without a trace of blood oozing out, Xia Qingge remembered that she was already a person who would not bleed.What is the holy blood saint, what is the opening of the Tongtianmen? She seems to be a god, unique in the world, irreplaceable, and the most powerful. But now, she is not even as good as an ordinary person. She even does something as simple as bleeding less than.

Xia Qingge was annoyed, she couldn't help but tried two more times on her arm, but there was still no blood, she was so irritated that she almost collapsed.

Throwing the fragments of the teapot aside, Xia Qingge thumped the ground fiercely, wanting to scream angrily.

But she couldn't even yell.

Xia Qingge had never been so desperate.

This feeling of powerlessness made her go crazy, her mind was in a mess, she couldn't calm down at all, and she couldn't think of anything to do.

At this moment, she really wanted Ye Tianjue.

If Ye Tian was there, she would definitely be able to find a way to help her. If Ye Tian was there, she would definitely not feel that the day was gloomy and there was no hope at all.

Thinking in her heart, Xia Qingge heard the faint sound of arguing outside the window.

There was a man, screaming hoarsely.

"What kind of bastard half-immortal, who can't even criticize horoscopes, and dare to come out to bluff, you are looking for death. You dare to say that my horoscope is not good, my fate is bad, and I dare to say that my horoscope is not compatible with Jiao Niangzi, so it is not easy to get married , I think you don’t want to mess around anymore. Today, I’ll let you take a good look at who’s fate is wrong. Come, let me beat this swindling old man to death.”

After shouting, the noise below became louder, and screams and begging for mercy could be heard faintly, making a mess.

However, it was this voice that gave Xia Qingge hope.

In the eyes filled with water vapor, a little light slowly flickered, and the next moment, Xia Qingge struggled to climb to the window, and stretched out her hand to open the window.

The commotion outside was much louder.

Xia Qingge grabbed the window sill and struggled to stand up, she looked out through the window.

This inn is not too big, with only two floors in total. The room she is currently in is on the second floor facing the street.Below them, someone set up a stall selling handicrafts such as sachets, and the stall next to them was a small stall selling cloth, which was close to the wall of the inn.And the stall of the fortune-teller who was beaten was directly opposite them, very close.

Xia Qingge watched and couldn't help thinking.

At this height, falling would only result in a serious injury at most, or even death, and with the help of a stall, even the injury would not be too serious.

Thinking about it, Xia Qingge didn't hesitate at all.

Relying on the strength of her upper body, she rolled over onto the window sill, then grabbed down hard, and fell straight down with her head down.It was about the same as she expected, and the height was not too high. After she fell, her head and upper body fell on the stall, and then the stall collapsed, and her whole body fell to the ground.

It hurts.

The whole body seemed to be falling apart.

And Xia Qingge could faintly feel the smell of blood in his mouth, but it didn't hurt his muscles or bones.

Xia Qingge didn't dare to delay, she crawled towards the fortune-telling booth with difficulty under the staring gaze of everyone.The crowd who were fighting were all stunned by the sudden movement. They didn't move at all, they all fixedly looked at Xia Qingge dressed as an old woman, wanting to see what she was going to do.

It was the fortune-teller old man who hurriedly got up.

He was beaten up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he didn't care at all, but hurried towards Xia Qingge's direction, trying to help her up.

But Xia Qingge couldn't move her lower body, and her support was also a drag.

"How are you? Can't stand up?"

Xia Qingge shook her head, and simply didn't get up anymore. She pointed to the scattered pens and ink beside the fortune-telling booth, and babbled, although she couldn't say a single word, she pointed clearly.

The fortune teller understood what she meant and spoke hastily.

"You want a pen and paper?"

"Ah...ah..."

Xia Qingge nodded while shouting.

The old man simply put down Xia Qingge, ran back to the booth, and gave Xia Qingge all the pen and ink.Lying on the ground, holding a pen, Xia Qingge's hands were shaking.

Her body hurt, but that kind of pain couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart.

Xia Qingge knew very well that with Situ Xinyue around, she couldn't escape. She fell from upstairs and made such a big commotion. Come here, she must hurry up.

Holding the pen, tremblingly writing on the paper.

One after another, the medicinal materials kept falling on the paper. Xia Qingge wrote like a snake, and kept writing.Although her handwriting is somewhat distorted, it does not affect the recognition.When writing the seventh prescription in a row, she heard Situ Xinyue's voice.

"You are really capable."

Hearing the movement, Xia Qingge's eyes couldn't help sore.

She still had a few good prescriptions in her heart, but there was no time left, and if she continued to delay, even these few prescriptions would not be removed.She simply took a piece of paper quickly, wrote down the words "Zhanwangfu", and then she stuffed all the paper into the arms of the fortune-teller old man.

Looking at him with tears in his eyes, Xia Qingge pushed him with his hand to let him leave.

This is the hope of the people of the imperial city.

It is also her hope.

Those who can set up a fortune-telling stall on the street do not rely entirely on bluffing and deception. The old man also knows a little bit about the art of Qihuang. Although he doesn't know what the specific prescriptions are, they are precious. But he understands.

Besides, the final address is Zhanwangfu...

Reminiscent of the water plague in Youchuan, Ye Tianjue and Anlehou's mansion to treat the flood, the old fortune teller has already made a guess.

He stuffed the prescription into his clothes.

Seeing Situ Xinyue approaching, he simply ignored the stall and ran away instead.

If Situ Xinyue wanted to chase him, let alone a fortune-teller, even a young man with strong kung fu might not be able to escape.

But she didn't follow at all.

Looking at Xia Qingge on the ground with cold eyes, Situ Xinyue curled her lips coldly.

"I really underestimated you. You can even do something like falling from a building. You are really desperate for those irrelevant people. Why don't you just drop you to death?"

Xia Qingge heard what Situ Xinyue said.

However, watching the fortune teller walk away, she had a smile in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)