22.Chapter 22

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date="2020-11-26"

title="22.Chapter 22"

weight="106416"

series = ["Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms"]

mode = "manual"

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Military Commission Hospital, four floors underground.

The ward is brightly lit, all kinds of expensive and advanced medical equipment surround the bed, and all the data shows that the life of the person on the bed is very dying.

——That was a gray-haired old man, his eyes closed, his bags under his eyes were obvious, his whole face hung down like dry tree bark, and it even looked a little scary. If you dye his hair black, put on formal clothes, and dress up a little more vigorously, many people across the country should recognize this face that often appears on newscasts; however, he is now lying on a sickbed in a haggard shape. It's a sad dying person.

Yu Jingzhong stood by the hospital bed with a gloomy face, and a person who looked like an attending doctor walked over, took off his mask and shook his head at him.

"The situation is very not optimistic. Just now when I evacuated from the upstairs ICU, the action was too fast, which caused great harm to the condition..."

Yu Jingzhong couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "Didn't it mean that Feng Si went to Hell Road to find Demon Zun Van Lo? Why did he suddenly appear in the hospital and found the ICU intensive care unit?!"

The attending doctor did not dare to answer. He only heard a hoarse voice from the corner of the ward: "That's a blinding method set by Zhou Hui, deputy team leader Yang Jin. Team leader Feng Si has been with our devil because of the King Maha. After His Highness turned his eyes back, he has never set foot on the'Four Evil Dao'... Zhou Hui released the news of the departure of Team Leader Feng Si just to divert your attention."

"Yu Jingzhong" turned his head and saw four unusually slender figures standing in the corner. They were wrapped in thick gray robes from head to toe. Even their faces were hidden in the huge hood. You could only see everyone Carrying a pure gold bell the size of a lantern, the hands exposed under the sleeves of the robe showed a crumpled gray-white texture.

The speaker at the head seemed to smile, and said, "His Majesty Demon was also very surprised when he heard the news, but after searching the nine heavens, ten earth and four evil ways, no trace of the phoenix appeared... It's a pity, we Master Demon has always wanted to marry Team Leader Feng Si seriously."

Yangjin Phuntsok's mouth twitched dryly, and the mask appeared on Yu Jingzhong's face through the human skin|mask, which looked rather strange.

"The fifth group can't stop Feng Si. You guys managed to subdue Shinwan Tenji and make him a puppet, but now you lose even this trump card... They say that the leader of Feng Si has been raised for hundreds of years without any delay. The severely injured camel now seems to be bigger than a horse. What should I do?"

The man in gray said lightly: "Don't worry—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in the hospital bed suddenly broke out of asthma, his body almost arched, and he spouted mouthfuls of blood under the breathing mask. The ward was suddenly in turmoil, and the chief physician rushed to rescue with a few people. All the instruments lighted up at the same time, and the ear-piercing alarm sounded.

"Buddha blood! Bring the Buddha blood!" The director hissed and screamed, and then grabbed the blood bag from the doctor who was rushing, and took a trace of golden blood mixed in it, injected it, and after a few seconds all entered The carotid artery of the elderly. The old man gasped violently for a while, but the amplitude had been significantly reduced. After a while, he slowly calmed down, his vital index recovered to a certain level, and the instrument stopped screaming.

"This, this is the last Buddha's blood," the chief physician wiped his sweat, desperately said: "Half of the Buddha's blood was taken upstairs by you to deal with Team Leader Feng Si, now this bit is not enough, far from enough. ..."

Yangjin Phuntsok gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it said that the things that the little lover Yu Jingzhong brought from Japan are also sacred? Is there a life-renewing effect?!"

The man in gray was about to say something when suddenly the door of the ward was knocked twice and then opened. A subordinate walked in quickly and whispered in Yangjin Phuntsok's ear: "Deputy team leader, it's not good, team leader Feng Si shot everyone, and the fifth team was destroyed..."

Yangjin Phuntsok's face changed drastically: "What did you say?!"

There was silence in the ward, and the air was so tense that it almost burst.

In this suffocating atmosphere, all of a sudden the gray-clothed man sneered: "It doesn't matter, Phoenix King will leave it to us."

The four gray-clothed men turned and walked towards the door at the same time. They could be seen under the light, and their bodies were emitting extremely imperceptible gas, which looked like they were shrouded in faint black smoke. As they passed by, there were damp and dark footprints on the ground, but they quickly dried out when exposed to the air, leaving only a layer of gray particles as thin as gravel.

"——How sure are you?" Yangjin Phuntsok raised his voice behind him.

"It's just a human body at the end of a powerful crossbow, nothing terrible..." The man in gray did not look back, and soon disappeared at the end of the dark hospital basement corridor. "...Even if the Phoenix King is dedicated to Lord Demon, it should be It's not difficult, right."

As the grey-clothed man left, the decayed aura that persisted in the ward seemed to have been washed away by the air.

Yangjin Phuntsok took a deep breath and looked back at the unconcealed worried doctor and the dying old man on the hospital bed. The sound of the dripping medical equipment seemed to make him particularly irritable. He habitually wanted to touch the cigarette, but he stopped halfway through his hand.

He turned his head, his opponent ordered: "Bring Yan Lanyu."

He nodded and led his way, and after a while, a wheelchair pushed in from outside the door. The unconscious Yan Lanyu was placed on the wheelchair, her head tilted, the ends of her hair falling near her eyes, her face looked transparent and white.

Yangjin Phuntsok looked coldly, and said, "Wake him up."

He pressed his hand to a certain acupuncture point on Yan Lanyu's head, and squeezed. However, this method that usually awakens the dead in pain was useless this time. He pressed it two or three times harder, and Yan Lanyu finally twitched and slowly opened his eyes.

Yangjin Phuntsok looked at him condescendingly and asked: "Awake?"

"..." Yan Lanyu leaned on the back of the chair, breathing continuously from the severe pain. It took a long while to cough up the blood foam from the trachea and barely resumed her breathing.

"...You...who are you?" he asked intermittently.

"I am Yu Jingzhong," Yangjin Phuntsok smiled and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"You are not... who are you? Where is Yu Jingzhong?"

The smile on Yangjin Phuntsok's face disappeared. He stared at Yan Lanyu's haggard face, and asked for a long while: "Everyone didn't recognize it, even Zhou Hui was just wondering. It's not right for you to see me at first sight. How did I expose it? Or, I really slept. The relationship is different. Is it true that you can recognize it at a glance?"

The corners of Yan Lanyu's chapped and bloody lips hooked, and there was a hint of cunning in that smile:

"No, I haven't slept." He said, "There is nothing between us...Don't use me to insult Yu Jingzhong."

Yangjin Phuntsok finally realized where his mistake was.

He couldn't help but slammed the wall down-it was indeed the only one, but a very fatal mistake.

"So, that guy Yu Jingzhong..." He gritted his teeth, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a slightly smug smile on the boy's face from the corner of his eyes.

This young man who seems to be likely to die at any time, after being detained and tortured for so many days, still maintains this kind of heart, and can still have such an advantage in the tit-for-tat, it shows that he is really fearless now, he has everything Not afraid.

——A person like Yan Lanyu really has no weakness when he regards death as home.

Yangjin Phuntsok knew the situation couldn't go on like this, he had to take the initiative back.

"Come on to make a deal," he took a breath and asked, "Do you know why everyone behaves like Yu Jingzhong and you can relive the old dream?"

"..."

"Because Yu Jingzhong behaved like this," he didn't wait for Yan Lanyu to answer, and continued: "Because his performance made many people feel that there is indeed something in the past between you-Yu Jingzhong infiltrated the Japanese Tantric School and failed to perform the mission. , Was captured alive with your companions, you secretly let him go to save their lives. If the information we have at the top is correct, you grew up in Tantric Sect, and you are the little surname of the head, right? You are like this It is very unreasonable for people to risk their lives and let him go. Yu Jingzhong can't explain this matter if he doesn't want to give a reason."

Yan Lanyu closed his eyes, meaning that he didn't want to listen anymore, but Yang Jin did not stop, his voice was calm and even cruel:

"In fact, Yu Jingzhong should be able to come up with other excuses. I don’t know why he chose this one. It stands to reason that this reason doesn’t make him save face, so I think this reason should be his subconscious reaction. Maybe he really hoped so in his heart..."

The boy moved and turned his head.

A little bit of tears oozes out of his closed eyelashes, and falls silently along the pale and haggard cheeks.

"Come and make a deal, I don't ask for much. You are still so young, and the last thing is my compensation for you."

Yangjin Phuntsok pointed backwards to the hospital bed and said: "This person is our head. We must maintain his life at all costs to ensure that the power of our faction can be completely transitioned. Aida Yoshi said that you are the best in Japan. One of the talented new generations, can you see what else can you do? If you can do something, I will let you see Yu Jingzhong again... Yes, he is not dead yet."

Yan Lanyu's body seemed to vibrate slightly and opened her eyes.

Under the light, his eyelids were very thin, and the tip of his tail was slightly raised, showing a very soft arc, and the tears were like a smudge of rouge in an ink painting. Yangjin Phuntsok stared at him a little fascinatingly, and his heart suddenly passed a little bit of unbearable, but then he thought again, no matter who came to kill such a life, it would be very difficult to start.

"... His soul is gone..." Yan Lanyu said softly, "There is no way...I can't do anything."

Yangjin Phuntsok frowned and asked, "There really is no other way? The fragment you wore—"

"That can only exorcise evil and demons, and cannot survive intermittently, let alone a fragment. To save his life, unless there are tears from the Phoenix on the position of the righteous god, or the blood from the Buddha under the heart of Lianhai... …It’s almost impossible."

Yan Lanyu started coughing again after speaking. This time he was heavier than before. He coughed almost his whole body bends down. The nose and throat kept splashing with bright red blood, and the palms were covered with dots of blood. Yangjin Phuntsok grabbed his shoulder and took a look, knowing that it really didn't work anymore, this young man had already reached the end of the time when the lamp was dead.

Yangjin Phuntsok hesitated a little, but after a while he still beckoned his subordinates, and said in a deep voice: "...send him to the detention room and let him take a look at Yu Jingzhong one last time."

The man nodded and asked: "What about you?"

Yangjin Phuntsok groaned for a moment, and said to himself: "Lianhai benevolent... the blood shed willingly."

"Bring another human skin|mask from my cabinet," he said suddenly: "It's the latest work-the one in the shape of the leader of the Feng Si team."

The subordinate nodded and answered yes, pushing Yan Lanyu's wheelchair out of the door.

The corridor outside the ward is very dim, which may be the reason why try not to attract attention as much as possible. The lights are not turned on in many corners. The temperature on the fourth floor of the basement was very low, and Yan Lanyu shivered in a muddle-headed manner. The subordinates found it rather unbearable, and thought about taking off his coat and putting it on him.

"You were born so good-looking, if you want to, you will be able to live well, why don't you want to hang yourself on this tree? You will kill your life."

He murmured, shook his head and sighed, and stopped in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor: "Here."

It was originally an aisle leading to the power distribution room. It was completely enclosed by an iron fence. The fence was dark and almost invisible, and there was a smell of dust everywhere. Yan Lanyu pinched her palm to force herself to wake up, and stared at the man who pressed the code lock with his back to him, not even letting go of even the slightest elbow movement; the code input was confirmed for a moment, and the iron door clicked open.

The subordinate turned and pushed Yan Lanyu into the detention room and said, "Here, here."

——I saw a person lying on the ground while lying against the wall. Although couldn't see his face in the darkness, Yan Lanyu instantly recognized this figure that was exactly as he remembered.

He fell with tears, but there was no sound at all. There seemed to be some sour lump in his throat, and he couldn't even make the sound of sobbing.

The subordinate seemed to be very emotional, but didn't say what he wanted to say, and finally only shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Yu, we are just doing things according to orders, then... you talk slowly, I won't bother." He turned around. Exit the guard room, close the iron door, and the code lock will release with a click.

Yu Jingzhong on the ground moved, until the figure of his man disappeared at the end of the corridor, he sighed for a long time and said: "...little brother, I am sorry for you..."

Yan Lanyu has been waiting for this sentence for a long time. From when he was still in Japan two years ago, taking advantage of Xueye to secretly let go of this one-sided foreign agent, to keeping his vague promise for two years, he kept polishing his most delicate and fragile hope, and then kept repeating hope. In the cycle of disappointment, all beliefs were completely wiped out in the dark days and nights... He has been waiting for this sentence, the only one in his short ten years of life, and the last one who is unwilling to give up Wait, that's the sentence.

However, after he really heard this sentence, he didn't feel agitated or gloomy, he didn't cry, or even the tingling and soreness that repeated hundreds of times.

Yan Lanyu took a deep and thorough breath, feeling the air provoke a sharp pain in her lungs, so that her voice was very hoarse:

"No... it doesn't matter."

Yu Jingzhong moved a little closer, and Yan Lanyu saw that his whole body was covered with blood through the weak light, but most of them had dried up, and I don't know how to do it. Yu Jingzhong noticed his gaze, but didn't explain much about his injury. He reached out and touched Yan Lanyu's pulse and the temperature behind his ears, and said, "You must be treated immediately, and the situation can't be dragged on. Why did you come here? Do they want to kill you too?"

Yan Lanyu did not answer.

"Listen," Yu Jingzhong said, "I have some information to tell you that this is something they tortured me for a long time. After you listen to it, you can tell them little by little that you have a good sense of control and you must delay it until Zhou Hui finds it. I will come to rescue you after everything. Zhou Hui is the first commander of the six teams under our special department. As long as you meet him, you will be able to survive. Tell him this is my last instruction. You live..."

"It's useless..." Yan Lanyu said softly, "Don't bother, it's useless."

Yu Jingzhong grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Lanyu’s slight and unwilling voice: "I am a Onmyoji, I know myself... Don’t bother, don’t let me talk too much . You tell me the reason first, how did it become like this? Why did they pretend to be you?"

They stood in a stalemate for a few seconds, and Yu Jingzhong let out a long sigh and said dejectedly: "...In the military commission faction, a force that is hostile to us, one of their big brothers is about to die."

Yan Lanyu listened quietly.

"But the opposing forces are not ready to handover. Once the high-ranking boss dies, their entire system is in danger of collapse. In order to continue that person's life, they must use our special resources, so I became Their stumbling block."

"I learned that you came to city h a month ago, so I wanted to take this opportunity to take you over. For this reason, I secretly sent Zhou Hui; who knew that the other party took advantage of Zhou Hui's absence in Beijing to come in and join the so-called'four The forces of Demon Venerable in the Evil Dao subdued Shinwan Tenji, the fifth team leader who was unwilling to be manipulated by them, and instigated the deputy team leader Yangjin Phuntsok to lead the whole group of rebellion, pretending to be me, and detained me here."

Yu Jingzhong did not waste time explaining why a deputy team leader can lead the entire team to defect, but the team leader himself has no appeal.

"They haven't killed me all the time because I still know a lot of the information they want. Without this information, Yangjin Phuntsok can't always replace me without revealing anything." He paused and said: "--but once the other party's If the plan is successful, if the big guy comes back to life, we will be crushed in particular, and all six groups will fall apart. It doesn’t matter if you kill me anytime, because no one will suspect that Yangjin Phuntsok is a fake again. The winner."

Yu Jingzhong sighed and said: "So my hope of survival is really slim. It mainly depends on how long the time can be... I wanted to kill it for a while, but now it doesn't matter if I see you. God is not bad to me and gave me one last chance before dying."

Yan Lanyu panted and smiled slightly.

"On the contrary, I think God treats me not badly..." He said softly, "I think it's worth it now."

He grabbed the handrail of the wheelchair and stood up slowly and hard. He staggered the moment he landed, and Yu Jingzhong rushed over to support him, wondering: "What are you going to do?!"

"..." Yan Lanyu waved to him not to ask, then broke free of his support and staggered to the iron gate.

He was already very reluctant to stand. From the side, his already beautiful girlish cheeks were even more pitifully thin. But in that thin body, there is a terrible, desperate courage, which turned into an extremely strong force to support his spine and support him to stand still and not to fall.

He stared at the iron fence, swallowed with sweet saliva, and stretched out his hand in the next second to twist his shoulder joints, his whole body shrank out of thin air, and half of his body "slid" like a snake across the iron bars that were only a few inches apart. Gap!

Yu Jingzhong said in amazement: "——Shrink bones?!"

Yan Lanyu's chest was stuck in the iron fence, and he took a breath of extreme pain-for a few seconds he could hardly bear the heart-piercing pain, but then he raised his intact hand and held it to the same place. On his shoulder, "Kera!" He twisted with a crisp sound. Amid the terrible collision and friction of the bones, he squeezed out the iron door a little bit!

With a plop, Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and Yu Jingzhong rushed forward and grabbed the iron gate, his fingers even spasm violently.

Yan Lanyu panted for a while and motioned to Yu Jingzhong not to make a sound, then staggered to get up, gritted his teeth and slammed his shoulder against the wall, then twisted it straight.

I can see that he is very accustomed to this process of dislocation and reattachment. He gritted his teeth and raised his elbow to move a few times. Feeling his fingers slowly regaining consciousness, he walked to the code lock and entered the codes one by one for a few seconds. Then the iron door opened with a click.

Yu Jingzhong rushed out, hugged Yan Lanyu who was falling down the wall, trembling and slowly knelt down on the ground. He felt that his eye sockets were very hot, and even his breath was hot and sour; and the body in his arms was very, very cold, his bones were hard and his hands, it seemed that there was endless chill coming out of the bone marrow, and it was quickly swallowed. The last bit of a poor life for the boy.

"No...it doesn't hurt," Yan Lanyu said vaguely, "don't...don't cry, don't cry..."

He seemed to want to stretch out his hand, but it fell down quickly and was grasped firmly by Yu Jingzhong in his palm. The veteran agent who had been in the spy sea for more than ten years was trembling all over, pressing his face close to the side of the boy's neck, and there was a desperate blank in his mind.

Yan Lanyu's consciousness was already very dizzy. He only felt cold, as if his whole body was incomplete and pierced by the cold wind. He wanted to ask Yu Jingzhong to hug himself a little bit tighter, but in fact, he couldn't feel it now even if he was close to the bone and blood.

"Quick...go..." he said with loose and intermittent eyes.

"Hurry up...you...hurry up..."

Yu Jingzhong panted violently, raised his head and looked at the deep and secluded underground corridor. After a while, he gritted his teeth and got up, carried the boy on his shoulders, and walked forward staggeringly.