Over the next three days, Zhao Su's headaches grew increasingly severe, and he even had strange dreams every night.
But those dreams were all hazy. Although he remembered dreaming, he could not remember what he had dreamed about.
Eventually, even the black liquid could no longer suppress Zhao Su's headaches.
On the second day, Zhao Su could bear it no longer and went with Liangzi to the Taiqing Taoist Temple on Vermilion Bird Street, where Qian Renxue had told him to go.
But its doors were locked, and they found no trace of Qian Renxue.
Ye Rou did not know where Qian Renxue had gone either.
With no other choice, he could only grit his teeth and endure those three days.
Early that morning, Zhao Su went to the Taiqing Taoist Temple with Liangzi and Li Fan accompanying him.
Although it was called a Taoist temple, it was really just a courtyard.
The courtyard was not even as large as the one at Zhao Su's home in Taiqing Village.
The two courtyards did have one thing in common, however: each had a large willow tree.
"You're here. Right on time, aren't you?"
Qian Renxue was sitting beside the stone table beneath the willow tree, with three cups of water set out on it.
Clearly, Qian Renxue had known not only that they would come, but also how many of them there would be.
"If we weren't, Zhao Su wouldn't live through today!"
Liangzi and Li Fan each supported one of Zhao Su's arms, keeping him from collapsing.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine."
Qian Renxue remained perfectly composed and waved a hand at Liangzi and Li Fan. "Carry him to the room on the second floor!"
By then, Zhao Su had completely lost consciousness, and there was not a shred of