My Corpse is Bohemian - Chapter 147

Jian Ningxuan’s assistant Xiao Liu rushed to the Hot Spring Villa first and brought Fang Cun with him. Despite being seriously injured, Jian Ningxuan’s first consideration was still An Bu. Fang Cun can help her disguise her identity and avoid unnecessary trouble.

“Oh my God, what happened here?” The assistant was stunned when he saw a “corpse” all over the place.

“Stop talking, come and help.” Fang Cun rushed to Anbu’s side in a single step. He quickly checked her condition and found that she had no senses, but as an old corpse that has lived for hundreds of years, there must be a way to recover. Come over, so he took An Bu aside and gave priority to treating Jian Ningxuan.

Jian Ningxuan was seriously injured, and he lost too much blood and was dying. Fang Cun skillfully helped him carry out emergency treatment, and then carried him and An Bu into the car, leaving two assistants to look after the other wounded and waiting for rescue, while he and An Bu Xiao Liu drove straight to the nearest hospital.

During the whole process, An Bu was in a state of chaos, only knowing that she and Jian Ningxuan seemed to be rescued.

She raised her hand, groped around, and when she saw it, she quickly stretched out her hand.

An Bu grabbed his hand, paused for a moment, finally pushed it away, and continued to fumble.

Fang Cun handed Jian Ningxuan’s hand to her in confusion. She rubbed it for a while, then clasped her fingers tightly, put them on the side of her face, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Obviously she can’t see it, how does she distinguish the owner of the hand?

Fang Cun looked at An Bu strangely, reached out and poked her face, the texture was like an ordinary corpse, and she couldn’t tell that she was “alive” at all.

The car quickly drove to the hospital. Jian Ningxuan was sent to the emergency room by a group of medical staff, and Fang Cun stayed in the car to guard the body.

Xiao Liu was instructed by Jian Ningxuan in advance to hand over An Bu to Fang Cun to take care of him, so although he had doubts in his heart, he did not rashly interfere with his handling.

In the dark consciousness, the book of life and death is being unsealed little by little.

The majestic anger poured in like a tide, forming a confrontation with the death qi. The chaotic data was refreshed frantically, and the layers of life and death barrier cracked, and finally collapsed.

“Huh…” An Bu suddenly took a breath, and the disinfectant mixed with the smell of the air conditioner penetrated into his nose.

Bang, bang, bang… The stiff heart beat like clockwork.

There was a slight pain and coldness on the body, the muscles slowly slackened, and the dark skin gradually became soft, white and revitalized.

Human voices, car sounds, wind sounds, tree sounds… interweaved into a not-so-beautiful sonata in my ears.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, the eyes opened a little bit, and a ray of light entered the pupils, flowing with crystal clear colors.

“Sister An, have you recovered?” Fang Cun’s surprised voice came from the side.

An Bu slowly sat up, looked down at his bandaged hands, and then turned to look out the window.

A row of cars parked neatly on the side of the road, cool black, dazzling red, refreshing blue… and white buildings, green trees, and gray roads form a vibrant urban landscape.

Anbu pushed open the car door and jumped out, watching, listening, smelling, feeling, an indescribable joy filled her heart, almost made her want to shout.

“Sister An, are you okay?” Fang Cun put his hands on the door and looked at An Bu with a puzzled expression.

“It’s okay.” An Bu turned around and showed him a bright smile, the beauty of that moment made Fang Cun’s breath stagnate.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with appearance, but a healthy, positive, positive energy brilliance, glittering and moving, just a glance, can make people forget all troubles.

Although An Bu seemed to be cheerful and enthusiastic in the past, he always showed a little bit of coldness, especially when his face was expressionless, the whole person was gloomy and the style of painting was strange. But in front of her, the spring flowers are blooming, full of vitality, just like… like being reborn.

“you……”

“Where’s Mr. Jian?” An Bu asked without waiting for Fang Cun to speak.

“Just after rescue, I was sent to the VIP intensive care unit on the 12th floor.”

An Bu immediately rushed towards the hospital, Fang Cun locked the door, and followed closely behind.

When taking the elevator, An Bu checked the time, and about 10 hours had passed since she sealed her lifeless breath and woke up from a coma.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and An Bu walked out of the elevator quickly and went straight to Jian Ningxuan’s ward.

Fang Cun was about to tell her the specific room number, but saw that she had found the ward accurately.

Anbu stopped at the door of the ward without moving.

“Why don’t you go in?” Fang Cun asked strangely.

An Bu stared blankly at the door, or more precisely, at the dead aura emitting from the crack of the door.

Omen of death with less than 12 hours of life…

An Bu only felt cold all over his body, and a fear he had never felt before filled his heart, and the joy of being reborn just disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened from the inside, and Jian Ningxuan’s uncle appeared in front of An Bu.

“An Bu, you’re here, come in quickly.” Jian Cheng stepped aside and greeted in a hoarse voice.

There are also Jian Ningxuan’s father and cousin sister-in-law in the ward. When they saw An Bu, their faces showed a somewhat complicated look, worried, blamed, and a little confused.

An Bu came to the side of the hospital bed, looked at Jian Ningxuan lying on the bed, and remained silent.

“Don’t you ask him about his condition?” Sister-in-law Shu Yun couldn’t help asking.

No need to ask, no one knows his situation better than her.

An Bu squatted down and held Jian Ningxuan’s hand, feeling almost exhausted anger.

In the impression of him, he was always so hot, shiny, and full of vitality, but at this time, he was cold, dim, and lifeless.

An Bu used to think that he would fall in love with him because he could let him see the color of life and bring her good enjoyment. However, losing him still made her unable to let go and stung her with great difficulty. recovery heart.

When she saw her “dead”, did Jian Ningxuan feel the same heartache as she is now?

It turned out that, rather than becoming a real living person, she hoped that this person could stay by her side in a healthy and healthy way.

Don’t worry, Mr. Jane, I will never let you have any trouble.

Anbu decided to use his anger to continue his life, even if it would turn into a corpse with five senses.

“Can you let me and Mr. Jian be alone for a while?” An Bu said in a flat tone without raising his head.

The Jane family looked at each other, and although there was some hesitation, they finally left the ward.

When there were only two people left in the ward, An Bu held Jian Ningxuan’s hand and began to inject anger into him.

However, after four or five minutes, Jian Ningxuan’s dead energy did not change at all.

“Why?” Why couldn’t he help him live?

Anbu consumed tens of thousands of anger points, and he didn’t even increase his lifespan by 1 hour. Didn’t she successfully save him in this way last time in the fire?

However, An Bu forgot that during the fire, Jian Ningxuan entered a state of suspended animation just because he held his breath for a while. In fact, anger can’t last life at all.

Anbu didn’t want to believe it and continued to inject anger into him. 100 points, 1000 points, 10000 points…

Don’t die, Mr. Jane!

With the consumption of vitality, the black energy in An Bu’s eyes came and went, the book of life and death was turbulent again, and the body that had been resurrected showed signs of rigidity again.

After sealing the death qi of the ancient tomb, An Bu gained nearly 30W anger value, resurrected her adult overnight, and realized her dream that she had persisted for more than 80 years.

However, if Jian Ningxuan is lost, these seem to be no longer important.

Anbu stopped and lay down beside the bed.

【Let’s live together. 】

[You say I’m fat… Let’s work out together in the future. 】

[I…want to be your boyfriend. 】

[I miss you, step by step. 】

[I was cute just now… Didn’t you realize that I was coquettish with you? 】

【Bubu, are you willing to spend your whole life with a man who cannot accompany you forever? 】

【I will. 】

No, she doesn’t want to! She greedily wanted this person to accompany her forever.

Mr Jane…

An Bu suddenly raised his head and looked at Jian Ningxuan steadily.

Immortality…is it possible?

An Bu clenched his hand tightly, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes were extremely bright.

But for a moment, a halo faintly flashed in her eyes, circle after circle, flowing in her pupils, and finally turned into a strange symbol, golden light suddenly appeared, like a stream of water, from her body, into Jian Ningxuan’s body.

When the golden light dissipated, the dead aura on Jian Ningxuan disappeared, replaced by a surging anger. The anger slowly settled, and finally returned to calm.

An Bu raised his head, his eyes were dead silent, the world in front of him, as if being washed away, quickly faded, from far to near, a little dim and gray, until the last light color disappeared from sight.

A drop of crystal glittering slowly slipped from the corner of his left eye, then turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated in the air.

There was no expression on her face, she didn’t even look at Jian Ningxuan again, she stood up slowly, and walked out of the ward.

“Anbu?” cousin Jian Ningze called her.

Anbu turned a deaf ear, and staggered through the corridor under the suspicious eyes of everyone.

“I’ll go take a look.” Fang Cun quickly chased after him.

Not long after the two left, Jian’s father, who entered the room to check Jian Ningxuan’s condition, exclaimed in surprise, “He’s awake!”

“Sister An, what’s wrong with you?” Fang Cun took An Bu’s arm, for fear that she couldn’t think of it.

Anbu turned his head and looked at him indifferently.

Fang Cun couldn’t help but shivered, let go of his hand subconsciously, and said in surprise, “An, Sister An?”

An Bu looked like he was looking at a dead person, without a trace of emotion, he was completely different from an hour ago.

Fang Cun showed a serious expression for the first time, guessing what must have happened in the ward just now.

An Bu stared at him, and this piece of information automatically appeared in his mind: [Fangcun,? ——2236, April 7, 22:15, the end of his life. 】

Look away, turn forward, and keep walking.

[Chen Yuanzhou,? – 2189, June 19, 09:36, sudden cardiac death. 】

[Qiao Peipei,? — 2194, Jan 20, 10:11, Breast Cancer. 】

[Tu Sang,? ——2210, February 9, 15:48, committed suicide by jumping off the building. 】

…

A piece of information is swiped in my mind. Every time I see a person, the death information of this person will automatically pop up. There is no birth year, only the end of life.

An Bu forcibly divided the book of life and death, leaving the book to Jian Ningxuan. Eighty years of hard work and hardships, just to live like a person. Now, she traded everything she had for that person’s life.

She’s only been a real living person for 45 minutes.

After 45 minutes, with only the dead book left, she has completely turned into a living corpse, with no emotions, no memory, and no perception. The only value in existence is to collect death energy and search for everyone who is about to die or has died. , like a **** of death, absorbing the death energy they released, watching indifferently the passage of life before his eyes.

Is it worth it, Anbu?

She doesn’t think about it anymore.