Chapter 107: Peach Blossoms by the Water

  The night grew darker, and Wen Meng fell asleep slowly on the bed. Hua Lang stood guard beside her, suddenly thinking of blaming himself. Hadn't he promised to protect Wen Meng and bring her happiness? But now, how could he let her get hurt like this?

  Looking at Wen Meng who was sleeping soundly, and her slightly furrowed eyebrows, Hua Lang wished that he himself had been poisoned instead. He would rather bear all the hardships for Wen Meng.

  Before he knew it, the wind had started blowing outside the window again. Huā Lang was sitting in Wēn Mèng's room, occasionally glancing out the window. He felt that he must find the woman in red as soon as possible and obtain the antidote from her.

  But even if they found the woman in red, would she be willing to hand over the antidote?

  The young man came to the window and looked out, thinking that there must be some kind of story between the woman in red and Ye Fengluo, so that they loved each other but hurt each other.

  Hualang quietly walked out of the room and came to the house of Medicine King Ye Fengluo. If Medicine King had indeed been in a relationship with that woman in red, he should be able to find some clues.

  The house was very quiet, with a faint breeze blowing in. Huā Láng searched high and low in the room where the leaves were falling, finally fixing his gaze on a calligraphy painting that was tucked away in a corner of the wall, somewhat hidden from view. If it weren't for the moonlight shining just right on that spot tonight, Huā Láng really wouldn't have noticed it.

  It's a landscape painting, the whole picture is full of peach blossoms, with a stream beside them, and the peach blossoms fall into the water, drifting away with the current. The scene makes one's heart yearn for it, but this painting doesn't have any inscriptions, just a very simple painting, like a careless person's casual scribble.

  Peach blossoms by the water, winding small road, Flower Lang will take the painting down, hurry to find Liu Xiang and Gong Sun Ce.

  They were all surprised after seeing the painting, because they had never seen this painting before. Their master was not a person who liked to paint, so how did his room have such a painting?

  They couldn't get anything out of Hua about his origins, so Huasheng immediately asked them if they knew whether there was such a place in that area.

  They shook their heads again, they had lived here for a long time, but had never seen such a place.

  In the end, there was no other way, and Huā Láng could only let them go back to rest.

  After daybreak, Huā Láng took the painting to ask around in the neighborhood. He believed that if this place really existed, someone would remember it, for whoever had seen such beautiful peach blossoms would never forget them.

  Fortunately, Hualang's conviction was correct.

  He found an old man, and the old man said he knew this place.

  The stream in this painting is the same as the small stream in front of Yao Wang Cao's hut, but the peach blossoms are downstream. Unfortunately, that peach blossom forest withered suddenly twenty years ago and few people have gone there since then.

  This news was shocking, and after Hua Lang heard the news, he didn't go to tell Gong Sun Ce and others, but instead went downstream along that small stream.

  But the reason he didn't tell Gong Sun Ce and the others was that Hua Lang thought, since the red-clothed woman had a story with Ye Feng Lou, the red-clothed woman must hope that fewer people knew about this matter. If so, then the fewer people who went, the more chance Hua Lang would have to get the antidote.

  The brook babbled, and from time to time small birds landed on the shore to drink water. The clear brook gave people a very pleasant feeling, but Huā Lang had something on his mind, so he was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the brook.

  About half an hour after the flower gentleman left, the beauty of the stream was gone, because in the lower reaches of the stream, the water suddenly turned very black and emitted a faint stench. On both sides of the stream stood withered peach trees that seemed to fall over with just one gust of wind.

  The young man was frightened by the scene in front of him, but even though he was frightened, he still walked forward slowly, because among these withered trees, he saw a house. Although the outside of the house was dilapidated, Hualang believed that inside it must be a different world.

  Just as Hwarang was about to approach the house, a voice suddenly came from inside: "Halt!"

  The young man stopped obediently, and then he saw the woman in red walk out of the room. She was extremely beautiful, but her appearance was completely inconsistent with the surrounding scenery. This huge contrast made it difficult for Hualang to accept for a moment.

  "You're able to find this place, it means you still have some skills!" The red-clothed woman smiled lightly and had already turned around to head towards her own room. Flower Lad saw this and followed after her, laughing as he said: "It's not that I have skills, just good luck!"

  At this time, Hualang felt it was better to be humble.

  As he walked into the room, Hualang found that his guess was indeed correct. The interior decoration was very luxurious and fragrant, with all sorts of things a woman would need. However, in one corner of the house, there was a completely different scene - a tarantula spider and various poisonous substances were being raised, which made people feel frightened after seeing them.

  On the bed in the room, lay the corpse of Medicine King Ye Feng Luo. At this time, Ye Feng Luo had changed into a new set of clothes, but his complexion was still deathly pale. On Ye Feng Luo's body, many silver needles were stuck, those silver needles seemed to send chills down one's spine.

  Looking at those silver needles, Hua Lang was somewhat puzzled. Since Ye Feng Lou had already died, why did the red-clothed woman still want to give him acupuncture?

  Just as Hua Lang was puzzled, the red-clothed woman suddenly asked: "Are you here for the antidote?"

  Hualang nodded: "My friend has been poisoned by you, I hope you can take out the antidote."

  The woman in red smiled coldly: "You've found this place, do you think I'll give you the antidote?"

  Hualang was secretly a little afraid in his heart, but he still remained calm and said: "I already know the story of you and Medicine King Ye Feng Luo. If you don't give me the antidote, I can assure you that within one day, people from all around will know."

  The woman in red suddenly became stern and asked, "What do you know?"

  Huā Láng didn't know anything, but he said as if he was very familiar with it: "Of course, it's a story about a divine doctor and a poisonous woman. The divine doctor is kind-hearted and takes saving people as his own responsibility, but the poisonous woman keeps opposing him everywhere. Not only does she poison innocent civilians to let the divine doctor treat them, but she even poisons the divine doctor to death herself! That's it!"

  Hualang finished speaking and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, why are there such poisonous women in the world?"

  Just as the flower boy finished speaking, the red-clothed woman suddenly let out a loud roar that was hard to bear, and then suddenly reached out to grab the flower boy's neck. When the red-clothed woman grabbed the flower boy's neck, he was extremely frightened, but he had no strength to resist.

  But slowly, the woman in red let go of Hualang again.