A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 149: Red thorns

Yun Jingmo felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a fire was burning inside his body. Every breath he took was like inhaling hot smoke, almost suffocating him.

He tried to suppress the pain that was surging in his body, but his body suddenly seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. Spasms spread from his abdomen to his entire body. With each painful twitch, streams of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from between his tightly bitten lips, staining his clothes red.

"Grandfather!" Zhi Yihe shouted loudly.

"What happened?" Yu Nian hurriedly lifted the curtain of the carriage, took a look, and gasped: "Ah!"

Yu Nian jumped onto the carriage and covered Yun Jingmo's mouth with a handkerchief, but saw that the white handkerchief was instantly dyed into a shocking red. The panic in Yu Nian's heart surged like a tide.

Before he could react further, he heard Zhi Yihe's shrill cry: "Go back home! Go back home quickly!"

"Good boy." Yun Jingmo pulled out a hand with difficulty and held Yu Nian's shoulder: "From now on, our family will be handed over to you..."

Before he could finish his words, he coughed and a stream of fishy-sweet liquid rushed up his throat. He had to bend over and let the hot blood gush out of his mouth, splashing bright red on the floor of the car.

"Grandfather..." Zhi Yihe knelt at his feet, sobbing silently.

As the fishy and sweet taste surged up his throat again, Yun Jingmo felt dizzy and the scene in front of him began to blur. An inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart, and he was full of regrets for those unfinished things.

It's too fast. He'er is still so young, and he still has many things to do...

Yun Jingmo straightened his body and looked at Lin Zhensu who was still in a coma. Every violent cough seemed to tear at his soul. Blood foam splashed in the cold carriage, reflecting the fear and unwillingness deep in his eyes.

Zhi Yihe trembled with fear and grasped Yun Jingmo's hand. She was extremely scared and cried bitterly: "Grandfather, please tell He'er what kind of poison it is and how to cure it. Should I give her acupuncture first or boil the medicine first..."

"Don't panic, child, grandfather... there will always be a day..."

"No! No! He'er has read many medical books in the palace! Please tell me what kind of poison it is! He'er will definitely find a cure!"

The poison was raging in his blood. Yun Jingmo felt that his body was losing control bit by bit. Every drop of blood he spat out was like a countdown to his life. He could only watch helplessly as all this happened. He closed his eyes and slowly said, "It's Hongqiu."

A deep feeling of powerlessness swept over her, and Zhi Yihe fell to her knees. Despair filled every cell in her body. She closed her eyes, her palms were covered in blood, and tears streamed down her face.

"I have never heard of this poison! Ah He, what should I do? Is it because the medicinal materials are rare, or is it..."

"The poison of the herb is a hundred times more toxic than arsenic. Whether swallowed or inhaled, it can penetrate into the host's body and attack the blood vessels. The victim feels as if he is being torn apart by thousands of needles, in extreme pain, until all the blood vessels in his body are torn away from his flesh."

"Where's the antidote? How do we get it?" Yu Nian asked anxiously.

"There is no solution." Yun Jingmo and Zhi Yihe answered in unison.

"How is this possible! All things are interdependent and mutually exclusive. How could there be an uncurable poison in this world? My grandmother also consumed it, and she was fine!"

"Grandfather fed grandma the Nine Revolutions Pill, and grandma didn't swallow it, so the poison was removed in time."

"Where can I find the Nine Revolutions Pill? Do you have any at home?"

Yun Jingmo wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He just stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth: "There is only one, and it took me more than ten years of hard work to develop it for your majesty."