You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 170 Burning Him Is the End

In the stone chamber, candles were flickering.

Since A Yan had already returned to Beijing, the three of them fell asleep in a daze in the smoke.

"boom!"

The sound of the stone door opening and closing was very loud.

At this moment, Lin Fu frowned and looked at the person inside. The medicine bowl on the table was indeed empty.

Bai Wan was lying on the bed, holding her painting scroll of the day in her hands, and she didn't seem to be awakened by the noise at all. Not to mention Ling Shumo, who was sleepy from taking medicine.

I've never felt so hesitant...

Lin Fu went forward to check on them and found that the three of them had fallen into varying degrees of coma.

If someone looked carefully, they would find that there were a few former medicine boys in plain clothes following behind her.

At this time, a slightly sturdy medicine boy stood up, picked up the white peas with both hands, and ran out.

The stone door gradually closed, and through the gap one could see two people on the bed, who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The medicine boy carried Bai Pea outside the stone chamber in a bumpy ride. It was as hot as a steamer there.

The huge kiln was blazing with flames.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the surrounding medicine boys. When they glanced to the side, they saw a man walking slowly towards them.

Not only did some soldiers come in from outside, but also people who shouldn't have been there appeared.

Lin Fu's palms felt a little cold, and he bowed and saluted: "Here I am, Lord Li. Can I return my husband?"

Li Li carefully examined the person who was lying on the ground with the painting in his hand, and squinted his eyes.

"Not urgent……"

He rolled his eyes and pulled out Bai Wan's painting.

In the smoke from the candles, I could actually see a few freehand strokes of ink bamboo in the scroll, and the brushwork and composition did not look like they were done by a blind person at all.

However, he knew clearly that this person couldn't see it.

"Are you really blind?" Li Li asked.

He picked up the painting and examined it carefully, and found that the bamboo trunk was actually straight.

Lin Fu took a breath and said, "There is blood congestion in my brain and I can't even see a ray of light. Unless I go for bloodletting, I'll have a fifty percent chance of success."

After hearing this, Li Li chuckled and told the medicine boy to bring new brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. It was not until his left hand dropped the brush that he dropped it on the ground as if it had been cut.

He certainly did not have the talent of Han Miaoran, especially since his right hand was burned at the age of twelve, and his left hand had hardly ever touched a paintbrush.

"Impossible! How can a blind person with a disabled right hand paint with his left hand? Han Miaoran has become a disabled person!"

……

Li Li's expression seemed a little distorted, his throat seemed to be swallowing something, and the light ink in his hand became gloomy.

He glanced at the people behind the palace soldiers, then looked at the person lying on the ground, and felt it was extremely dazzling.

In particular, this man was unconscious and his right hand was still defective, as if reminding himself of the past when it was burned by fire.

Han Miaoran seems to have nine lives, and can always be alive and well no matter what she goes through.

"Doctor Lin, do you think there really is a nine-life cat demon in this world?"

The person on the other side was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses: "Sir, you are joking..."

Li Li's tone became more and more urgent: "This man can't be killed by being locked up in the prison, jumping into the moat, or being ordered by His Majesty. Even explosives can't kill him..."

How could there be such a person, living as if blessed by destiny?

Li Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the soldiers around him thoughtfully: "Throw him to the carriage and get a torch."

From the first moment he saw this man, he wanted him to experience everything he had experienced.

"You want to burn him to death." Lin Fu's eyes widened. "This is taking human life lightly!"

"This is the cycle of cause and effect." Li Li opened his folding fan and choked with some discomfort.

Although his father warned him not to get rid of this man easily, he was generous enough to be so patient.

This painting of "Ink Bamboo" really reminded him.

As long as Han Miaoran was alive, she would become a huge thorn. She kept telling herself that her face was completely destroyed and her right hand was completely disabled by the burns.

Lin Fu, who was standing by the door, frowned slightly and looked at him half tentatively and half anxiously:

"Since you insist on burning this man to death, my Lord, the kiln I use to make medicine here can hold a whole human body. I think..."

Li Li raised his folding fan slightly, seeming to be quite interested in this suggestion.

He looked at the hot furnace not far away, where the flames were rolling and roaring.

To calculate can dispel the resentment in your heart better than the burning in the carriage.

This kiln made of mountain rocks and sand is like a huge brazier. Flames can be seen coming out of it, and a little red light is shining from inside, so hot.

It can be said that once a person is thrown in, he will turn into dust in an instant.

Li Li looked at it and was silent for a long time, "Doctor Lin, you are more cruel than me."

"Then the master is no longer having a fever?" Lin Fu held back his voice.

"Burn it—"

Even if it's a break.

Li Li said these two words calmly, with no emotion in his eyes, but it made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

The two medicine boys carried Bai Wan's body and laid her face up. Her neck was scratched by the arrow and even the white gauze was torn open, with some blood oozing out.

They placed it as close to the fire of the kiln as possible, lifted the body up, and threw it into the flames…

In a trance, Li Li seemed to discover that this man's left hand fingers were covered with thick calluses.

He looked down and lifted up his right arm, revealing countless hideous old wounds and mottled burn marks that spread from his arm to his wrist.

Only the left hand was intact, without any trace of calluses.

His right hand was also injured, but he never thought of writing with his left hand and starting over.

Everyone's choices are indeed different.

At this time, Lin Fu threw some firewood with matches into the kiln and closed the door.

There was no way that the unconscious Bai Wan could be alive. Being surrounded by such fierce flames, her flesh and bones would probably turn into ashes and she would become a ghost.

Li Li looked at the flames coming out of the gap from afar, darting back and forth, a little dazed: "Finally, we're even!"

Because he really didn't want to smell the familiar smell of burning human flesh, he immediately walked out of the kiln room.

Finally, he laughed and said, "However, Doctor Lin, you and these medicine boys must follow me back to Beijing, and then the old man will be returned to you."

……

Lin Fu, who was looking at the kiln, came to his senses and did not reply.

She stiffened for a moment, pointed at the flame in the furnace and gave the medicine boy a few instructions.

As a hermit doctor, he shouldn't be disturbed like this. How could the governor of Xiangjun come here just to treat one person?

The emperor is now obsessed with Taoism, elixirs and alchemy. He learned from the imperial physician Lin Shiqing that there is a higher power than the higher power. The royal family sent someone to the palace at all costs to refine the elixir of immortality.

She was unwilling to flatter the powerful and endanger people's lives, but she was no match for those strong soldiers.

So, Li Li burned down the Lin Mansion, forcing her to take shelter in the underground stone chamber.

However, I never expected that this person could still find it. I also never expected that Bai Wan and his group would actually find another entrance.

She paused, feeling that the world was in crisis, with internal and external troubles, and the chaos was unbearable.

If this continues, Daying might be doomed to be destroyed.