The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

Chapter 228

"Shui Ru? Bai Shui Ru? Bai Shui Ru?!" Hei Huomian took away the spoon, held Bai Shui Ru's arms and tried to shake her gently to wake her up. He also pinched her Ren Zhong and applied medicated oil on her temples, but to no avail.

Hei Huomian rolled and crawled to the bedside table to pick up his cell phone, and he felt something soft touching his leg.

Shui Ru woke up...?

Hei Huomian turned around and saw that the pudding pillow that Bai Shuiru had been holding in her arms was shaking hard, slowly sliding out of her arms and moving towards her.

"Shui... Ru?" Hei Huomian recalled what Bai Shuiru mentioned just over ten minutes ago, and called out in disbelief.

The pudding pillow bounced, half of it bent and tried to nod.

Hei Huomian held Bai Shuiru in one hand and the pudding pillow in the other, and shouted:

"Uncle Nan!"

Uncle Nan appeared at the bedroom door and knocked in response.

"Go and invite Jing Churan here immediately, right now!"

Five minutes later, Jing Churan, wearing lavender silk pajamas and VR glasses, appeared in Hei Huomian's bedroom.

After listening to Hei Huomian's brief explanation of the situation, Jing Churan took Bai Shuiru's pulse with one hand without taking off his VR glasses, and carefully placed his other hand on the pillow.

Half a minute later, Jing Churan shook his head and sighed:

"Hey~!"

Hei Huomian was so frightened that he wanted to say something but stopped himself. He could only clench his fists to suppress his impulse.

"I say, what a scumbag~," Jing Churan waved his hands while shaking his head, and suddenly sat upright on the stool at the end of the bed, and asked seriously:

"You haven't had a completely honest conversation with her yet, have you?"

Hei Huomian was stunned and raised his hand to push up his sunglasses. "I asked you to come here to treat Shui Ru, not to gossip."

Before Shui Ru fell into a coma, I was being honest.

So, Hei Huomian, you are not a scumbag, no.

I have tried to make it clear and hint at it, but every time I wanted to seize the opportunity to explain, it seemed as if God deliberately arranged an accident to interrupt me.

"I treated her~!" Jing Churan shook his head and sighed again, spreading his hands. "My cousin's wife's condition should be that she is sharing thoughts with people closely related to her, and is in a state similar to 'lost soul'."

"'Closely related people'?" Hei Huomian murmured again.

"Yes. When her soul returned to her body on its own, it attached itself to the pillow for various reasons."

Jing Churan's gossipy heart was burning. He turned around and knelt on his legs, straightened his body and moved closer to Hei Huo Mian. He covered his mouth with his hand and asked quietly:

"What? My cousin's wife is having an affair..." Before he could finish his words, he was threatened by Hei Huomian's glare, so he quickly changed his words:

"I mean, my cousin's wife's design works are 'outstanding' and 'superb'. It's just a matter of time before they 'go viral' and 'go abroad'!"

Jing Churan changed his hand gesture to a fist and cleared his throat, "So, you should have a completely honest talk with her." Jing Churan clasped his fingers together and pointed his index finger at Hei Huo Mian, "The sooner you tell her your true identity as her childhood sweetheart Mu Xian, the better it will be for you to establish a close relationship of complete trust between you two."

"As long as your spirits and souls are highly connected, even to the point of being unique, you can ensure that this kind of thing will never happen again."

"You can search the internet for the consequences of cheating on a woman."

Jing Churan took the silver needles that Uncle Nan had sent him and inserted them into several major acupoints on Bai Shuiru's body.

But within ten seconds, the pudding pillow suddenly shook and squeaked, and then Bai Shuiru's fingers moved slightly. After another half a minute, she moaned softly in pain.

Jing Churan finished the acupuncture and was about to leave when he heard Hei Huomian calling him:

"I want to talk to Shui Ruta about this in person. Keep your mouth shut."

"Got it~!" The man waved his hand nonchalantly and asked:

"When did I lose my mouth?"

Jing Churan suddenly returned to his villa in the underworld, and the last words that Hei Huomian said before he left were still ringing in his ears:

"Indeed, you are very tight-lipped. So tight that there are things you should tell me, but you haven't told me yet."

Jing Churan's chest heaved violently due to his deep breathing. He suddenly became angry and threw the VR glasses in his hand to the ground. He hurriedly stroked the test tubes in his pocket, only to find that he did not have what he wanted with him. He hurried to the refrigerator, grabbed three or four test tubes and poured them into his mouth. After drinking them, he pressed his chest and slowly slid down to the ground.

But as long as I deny it to the death, Muxian will not be able to find any clues about her from me.

No one can pry any word about her out of me!

No!