On the other hand, it is thousands of miles away from the Harbor City in Guizhou, and it is also midnight.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly woke up from his sleep, then turned his stiff head and looked at the grass lying next to him.

Wang Jingzhe rarely gets awakened from his sleep. He has never experienced any major events over the years. Even if a hundred ghosts come to the house, he may not have any big reactions.

But after Wang Jingzhe had a dream, he was awakened.

This was a nightmare. Wang Jingzhe dreamed that Xiaocao stood by the bed and looked at him in a daze. His eyes were empty and there was no spirit. There was no yang energy on her body, and the rest of her body was full of gloomy.

Behind Xiaocao there was a road that seemed to be invisible. He was not unfamiliar with this road because it was the Huangquan Road he had been to several times.

These days, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao have been living in the village. They have always been inquiring about Master Xiaocao and her insect. Unfortunately, the remaining people in the village don’t seem to know much about this, so the two walked around, but after a few days of inquiring, they still found nothing.

Just today, during dinner, Xiaocao told Wang Jingzhe that if it doesn’t work, let’s leave tomorrow. It seems stupid to waste all your time here, because you don’t know which one will come tomorrow or accident.

Wang Jingzhe disagreed a little. His opinion was that both of them were fine, so it would be better to just stay here. Before Ma Hong's words were confirmed, he did not plan to leave for the time being.

Xiaocao touched Wang Jingzhe's face and said, "If there is an accident tomorrow, if you are here, what am I afraid of..."

Wang Jingzhe agreed to Xiaocao, saying that they would set off tomorrow morning, so they both went to bed early in the evening. At some point, Wang Jingzhe suddenly had that nightmare.

For him, if there is anything unexpected happening to Xiaocao, it will be his biggest nightmare in his life.

Wang Jingzhe woke up and walked down from the bed. He was sweating all the time on his forehead, his face turned pale, and his lips were even dry and cracked. If anyone familiar with Wang Jingzhe saw this scene, he would be very surprised. He seemed to have never been so disobedient.

The village had not yet been powered on, and it was basically dark everywhere when it was dark. Wang Jingzhe took an oil lamp from the table and lit it.

After a long time, Wang Jingzhe gradually adapted to the light of the oil lamp and could barely see the situation in front of him.

Xiaocao seemed to be still asleep, sleeping very soundly. The long eyelashes on her closed eyes drooped, one hand on her chest and the other hand on the other side of her body. This is her most common sleeping position, and that hand will always be placed next to Wang Jingzhe.

"You sleep very lightly. If I have any movement or wake up in the middle of the night, you will basically wake up, and then ask if I can be honest, then this time..." Wang Jingzhe pursed his lips and held it in a long time before he slowly spit out of his mouth: "This time, why haven't you woke up yet?"

The grass seemed to have an abnormal attitude at this time. Wang Jingzhe slowly stretched out his hand and pulled her body twice, but the person still did not wake up.

Wang Jingzhe closed his eyes and his fingers trembled slightly. Xiaocao's condition seemed to be the same as when he fell asleep, but there was also a big difference, that is, her breathing was very long and slow, which was about twice as slow as the frequency of exhaling when she was sleeping. At the same time, her heartbeat was also slowing down, and it took a while before she could jump once.

The grass's face was snow-white, a little gloomy and blue.

Wang Jingzhe knew that something happened to Xiaocao, but he hadn't reacted for a while, let alone figured it out.

But there is one thing he knew, that is, the vitality of the grass was slowly passing away. If this continues, she will lose all her anger in a few days.

Wang Jingzhe didn't realize what happened to Xiaocao, but it must have something to do with what Ma Hong said before his death. Unfortunately, the other party swallowed the answer until he died.

After Wang Jingzhe's brief loss of consciousness, pain, and even a little despair, he gradually came back to his senses.

No matter how many times Wang Jingzhe had left the underworld thirty years ago, he still had a numb life. But now when there was something wrong with the grass, he still had his claws.

This is how human beings are. If you don’t have much to do with me, you can deal with them thirty-six strategies and seventy-two things. Everything is clear, but if you change to someone who is closest to me, your whole head will be red and white. Wang Jingzhe is naturally no exception. At least his mind is very messy now, and his breathing has been very rapid, and he can’t even figure out his thinking.

Lighting a cigarette, Wang Jingzhe smoked the cigarette in big mouthfuls, allowing nicotine to make himself appear more sober.

He then bit the cigarette butt tightly and then checked on Xiaocao's body. When Wang Jingzhe's hand touched Xiaocao's head, something suddenly fell from her ear.

This is the natal Gu of Xiaocao, and the colorful beetle has already died.

Wang Jingzhe's heart suddenly stumbled. This natal Gu is very closely related to Xiaocao. If Xiaocao dies, the Gu worm will definitely die immediately. Similarly, if something happens to the Gu worm, the Cao will also be affected.

Wang Jingzhe picked up the Gu worm and carefully approached the light to check. In the end, he was very helpless to confirm that the Gu worm was indeed dead, and it was the kind that was completely dead. His wings almost fell off after touching it. This shows that the time when the natal Gu died was dead was very early, almost after Xiaocao fell asleep.

Wang Jingzhe licked his lips, placed the insect on the table, and then quickly lifted Xiaocao's pajamas. He saw a black line extending down from her chin, all the way to her lower abdomen.

I remember that more than 20 years ago, when the grass was infected with lice Gu, this phenomenon also occurred.

The death of this Gu worm also made Wang Jingzhe's nerves tense as tight as a string. It seemed that just a little bit of wind and movement might break.
Chapter completed!