My Zombie Husband

7. Chapter 7: Treatment

Translator: Cash

“Meow, why are you asking so many questions? What does it have to do with you?” The Eight Tails snorted coldly. He Na finally realized that he had indeed asked too many questions. After all, they were not very familiar with each other. There was no need for others to bring everything to their mind.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I was so careless.” After He Nai said it awkwardly, she stopped clinging to the problem. Zhao Yun sighed with relief. Anyway, he really didn’t know anything, so he would avoid some trouble by saying less words.

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After more than an hour, they finally reached the end of the tunnel. As the Eight Tails said, there was an empty tomb at the end. There was only a single path leading to a spiral spiral staircase. The other areas were all covered with dense green corpse water, and the road was cut off, with a stone platform that was only enough to stand on one foot emerged from the corpse water.

“This is crazy. If anyone falls down from that, there’s no way to come back alive,” Mu Feng sighed as he stood on the shore. “Even if you are lucky to climb up, you would suffer from peeled skin. Tsss, General Zhao, did you design this tomb?”

“Brother, don’t need to be polite. Just call me Zilong. Actually, that’s not the case. I don’t know about the design.” Zhao Yun shook his head and frowned. He has been a very simple person all his life, and only thinking about life after death, he has never considered anything about the design of the mausoleum.

Mu Feng patted Zhao Yun’s chest and looked relaxed and elegant. “If that’s the case, Zilong, no need to be so polite. My name is Mu Feng. These two are my disciples, one is Wangchuan and the other is He Nai. But I don’t know about the guy on your back. I don’t know this guy. My disciples said they picked him up in the tomb. Anyway, Zilong, this guy is not a big burden. I will let you take care of him..”

Mu Feng were just being friendly to Zhao Yun, and immediately dissociated his relationship with Xia Mingyu, and gave the responsibility to Zhao Yun. Wangchuan and He Nai both felt ashamed. Their master really was a troublesome person, but is this really what a man should do?

Wangchuan stepped on the stone platform carefully and trying to persuade the Mu Feng to get rid of his idea. “Master, this is not okay. Brother Zhao is a person from thousands of years ago who doesn’t understand the present world. Even if we get out and send him to the hospital, brother Zhao still doesn’t understand those rules. We have to take the responsiblity.”

“Yes, Master. If we let this go, and if someone dies, it will cause unnecessary trouble.”

While chatting, they stepped onto the spiral staircase. After passing through the stairs, they followed the meaning of the Eight Tails to turn left into a dark and sinister path. This path was extremely narrow, and only one person was allowed to pass. For the safety of Zhao Yun, Lin Chuan specially walked at the back, while the left was Mu Feng, and the second was He Na.

Zhao Yun looked back at Xia Mingyu, who was still unconscious. The young man’s dark brown hair was soft and laid on his forehead, and his body was a little cold because of being in water. However, comparing with Zhao Yun’s body temperature as a zombie, it was still higher. Xia Mingyu was injured and soaked in water, his cheeks turned slightly red which seems like he has a bad fever.

“Uh… Brother… help me…” The young man’s unique voice was a little nasal, trembling, helpless, and uneasy. His blinked twice and suddenly a tear dropped from his eye. Along with his beautiful face, he has some kind of morbid beauty.

Zhao Yun’s heart softened, stopped and carried Xia Mingyu with his hands like he is a princess. Wangchuan couldn’t see and didn’t know what he was doing, so he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“A little fever…” Zhao Yun put his hand on the forehead of Xia Mingyu. The temperature of his palm was slightly high, so he was worried. Wangchuan also reached his hand on Xia Mingyu’s forehead and found that he did have a bad fever. He quickly took some medicine from his backpack. Fortunately, he was prepared. If it is just Mu Feng, Xia Mingyu would definitely die of the fever.

After giving some water to Xia Mingyu, Wangchuan put the capsule into his mouth, but Xia Mingyu couldn’t swallow it. It seemed like Xia Mingyu was dreaming and he not only spited out the capsule, but also bit Wangchuan.

His teeth kowtowed heavily on his index finger, and his soft little tongue even licked it. Immediately, he was petrified like thunder, staring at his hands in a daze. The Eight Tails silently folded its claws together with Amitabha, “Meow, Amitaba Buddha. It’s a good thing to travel the whole time.”

Mu Feng saw Wangchuan’s face, and started to laughed out loud. Zhao Yun didn’t know why Wangchuan froze, and his face was blank. He Nai was anxious. “Ah, what should I do? He couldn’t swallow it, and he had a fever.”

“What can I do then? He couldn’t swallow it himself. Hey, that cat, aren’t you the Eight Tails Cat Monster? You should know some spells, right? Isn’t it easy to cure it with spells?”

Mu Feng saw that the other three people stopped, so he had to stop. He heard some whining sound coming from the place behind them, just like the sound of the wind blowing through the hole of the tomb, but it was different because the air became colder and colder in the dark path. They had no torches but only flashlights, and they don’t have anything to keep them warm. And when the wind blew, it was really quite cold.

Eight Tails snorted and said disdainfully, “Meow, how can my arts be used on such a small matter of treating illness? Besides, I don’t want to save people…”

The last sentence got lower and lower, because the Eight Tails was instantly stared at by Zhao Yun, and the back of his hair stood up. Mu Feng said with a gloating tone, “Tch tch, as the saying goes, Saving a person’s life is superior to a Stupe of the seventh rank. Why don’t you understand it? No wonder he didn’t cultivate even after training for so long.

Eight Tails immediately exploded, “Meow!” Whether he cultivated or not was my business, so he didn’t need you to care about it!

“Eighteen, save him.” Zhao Yun rebuked, and the Eight Tails immediately felt wronged, “Master, I don’t want it. We are not familiar with this kid. Why should we save him?”

“I hurt him, and you also hurt him. Also he is innocent, how can we not save him?”

Eight Tails pursed his lips. His master always used great principles to suppress him. Although this kid looked pretty, master, you couldn’t be tempted by the beauty. “Hum! Hum! Swish!” Bang! Bang! Wait for him! You’ll have to bear the consequences!

The Eight Tails stretched out its tail reluctantly. Its black tail nodded a few times on Xia Mingyu’s forehead, and a blue light flashed on it. Soon, it saw the red glow on Xia Mingyu’s face disappear, and its breathing became much more relaxed, but its shoulder was still bleeding.

Seeing that Eight Tails had used the method, Mu Feng turned his eyes and tried to hit the iron while it was hot, “Help me to the end and send Buddhas to the west. You might as well heal his wounds. I’m afraid he won’t be able to last until he leaves the tomb.

Alright, nobody here is the living immortal who saved the death and the wounded … Eight Tails rolled his eyes, although it was very annoyed. Because of  his master’s authority, Eight Tails healed the injury on the shoulder of Xia Mingyu. But his lips were still pale, probably lost too much blood, and it was not possible to rely on the healing magic to fully recover for a while.

“Hey, you should have told us that you know the magic. I thought he was dead for sure. I was so scared.” He Nai put her hand on her chest, looked shocked, and then relieved, “Okay, then we don’t have to worry about him anymore, and we can slow down a little bit.”

“Mmm…” Wangchuan was still a little embarrassed, so he only replied with a low voice and the rest continued to move forward.