Chapter 107 107: Exposed? 【Ask monthly ticket】
A Yan: "Teacher, will he die?"
The old man covered the position of the man's Danfu with his hands, trying to use his own literary energy to stimulate the other's literary heart, but the man was seriously injured, the meridian Danfu was weak, and even the literary heart was sluggish. He sighed: "Let's leave it to fate, it's not good to be a teacher."
A Yan pursed her lips, looking a bit disappointed.
The old man comforted: "However, since he is the first person saved by Ah Yan, I think God will be lenient."
A Yan's eyes lit up twice: "Will you?"
The old man said: "Of course it will."
He took off the wet clothes on the man until only his underwear remained, and asked Ah Yan to go to the carriage to get the medicine box, and took out a lot of bottles and jars from it, each with a specific medicinal use—A Yan wanted Practicing martial arts is indispensable, so the medicine is fully prepared.
Looking at the red, swollen and festering wounds soaked by the river, the old man took out the knife at the bottom of the medicine box, cut off the bad meat, applied medicine, fed medicine, set bones, bandaged, and moved the man to the carriage.
After a lot of work, it was already dark, and Ah Yan couldn't help much on one side, so he went into the water several times to drag the other corpses ashore. Like the men, they had multiple fractures and falls on their bodies.
Either someone chopped off half of his head, or his throat was cut and his heart was pierced. He must have met the same gangsters.
"I have already done what I can do, and the rest—whether you can let Lord Yan let go of your little life, it's all up to you." After muttering, Ah Yan came from outside the car curtain calling him to eat. voice, the old man immediately responded, "Here we come."
One old and one young, the master and apprentice enjoyed a meal.
———
Lin Feng's original cry was restrained.
Bearing the unspeakable grief, I forced myself to swallow all the bitterness into my throat, leaving only the fine sobs overflowing from the corners of my lips. She could bear it at first, but Shen Tang's words made her lose control, crying bitterly, as if all negative emotions had an outlet.
Charged out all at once, but couldn't stop.
She fell on her mother's remnant body, and those who saw it felt sad.
Shen Tang moved his lips, but finally swallowed the words of relief, and chose to be a quiet background board. Until Lin Feng was exhausted from crying and almost passed out, Shen Tang looked up at the sky and said softly: "It's getting dark, let's go home first."
go home?
Hearing this word, hot tears rolled down again, she answered hoarsely "Yes", Shen Tang was still rambling: "Go back and see if East Chef has any eggs and duck eggs, boil two and apply to your eyes, otherwise you will be afraid tomorrow." I can't even open my eyes."
After crying for so long, not only was her throat hoarse and weak, but even her round and energetic black eyes were red like rabbit eyes, and her eyelids were red and swollen. She looked pitiful and embarrassed.
Looking at Lin Feng's eyelids fighting up and down, when he got up he staggered and nearly fell down again, Shen Tang grabbed her wrist: "Sleepy?"
Lin Feng's lips were pale, and he shook his head bravely: "Not sleepy..."
Shen Tang: "..."
I can’t even stand still, and I still feel fluttering when I walk. Is this not sleepy?
She muttered silently and pulled the motorcycle over.
"Sit on it."
The corpse was loaded onto a wooden cart and transported back to the bandit den by the tool men sent by Gong Shuwu... Oh, no, it should be the freshly baked "Hand in Hand for a Well-off" village. She took Lin Feng, who was exhausted and tired, on a motorcycle and returned slowly.
You can see the curling smoke from afar.
Under the smoke, there is a figure standing.
Shen Tang walked in and waved: "Wu Hui, I'm back."
Seeing the person come back, Chu Yao was relieved.
Although Qishan has repeatedly stated that Shen Tang's response is slow and bold in some places, Chu Yao still can't help worrying—
What are you worried about?
Worried that his family's Tianming would be frightened and run away halfway.
After all, the rectification of the young and strong armed force + tax robbery plan, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something that a peaceful and good citizen can do. If you react a little faster, you will find that something is wrong, and you will secretly prepare to run away.
However, Goro is obviously an exception.
Seeing Shen Tang come back laughing and laughing, as if this bandit den was just an ordinary place to stay, and he was not in a hurry or afraid, Chu Yao completely believed in the conclusion that Qi is not good at that guy.
"Wu Hui, has Dong Chu fired? I'm so hungry."
Chu Yao said: "I left a big bowl of hot noodles for Wulang."
He was about to step forward to pick up the sleeping Lin Feng, but Shen Tang moved one step faster than him, and hugged him horizontally, and he didn't intend to hand him over to him. Chu Yao paused and said, "Wulang."
"Um?"
Chu Yao said earnestly: "Miss Lin wants to serve Goro in his daily life and wash up. You two don't need to pay attention to 'different seats for men and women at seven years old', but since you have decided to send her out of the cabinet as a 'righteous brother' in the future, some more intimate actions are still Less is better..."
Shen Tang: "..."
Chu Yao made an "eight" gesture: "And she is already eight years old."
The age difference between Goro and her is too small, and it is indeed not appropriate to get too close.
Shen Tang's eyes were subtle: "...no darkness."
Chu Yao replied: "I am here."
Shen Tang earnestly promised: "I believe that the spirit of words is omnipotent, and techniques such as grinding a plate to light and eye to mirror will also be realized. If I can get good things like glass, jade, jade or crystal, I will Grind you a monocle."
Aged and presbyopic, she can understand.
Her face seems to be able to pull out something?
In fact, only thirty-four Chu Yao: "???"
Xiaocheng, private houses.
When Qishan came back, the Golden Crow hadn’t really set, but the strange thing was that the door latch of the house had already fallen, and it couldn’t be pushed.
He had to knock on the door.
Boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.
This is the secret code he agreed with the old lady and his wife.
If there is danger in the house, answer "Who, why are you knocking on the door?" If there is no danger, answer "Wait a minute, here we come".
After a while, the old woman's voice sounded from inside the door.
"Wait a minute, we're coming." The footsteps were getting closer and closer, followed by the movement of the door latch. There was only a creak, and the wooden door was opened. The old woman was not surprised at the strange civilian youth in front of her, and said softly Said, "Lang Jun, come in quickly."
As soon as Qishan entered the yard, she looked out twice before closing the door.
"Did someone come here today?"
Seeing the cautious look of the old woman, Qi Shan knew something was wrong.
"Yes, it seems that I came to look for Mr. Lang."
Qi Shan frowned upon hearing the words: "Who is it?"
The old woman led him into the house and said worriedly: "I don't know, but judging by their clothes, they seem to be housekeepers of some family. They even used the excuse of borrowing water to sit in the yard, asking about what they said. The identity of the gentleman. Sir, look at this..."
Qi Shan said: "It's okay."
The old woman said again: "Someone has entered Langjun's house."
Since the benefactor moved in, whenever they went out, the old lady would put some rice ash on the window sills of the guest house windows and the door frame of the door. If outsiders sneak in, they will leave traces. Qishan and the others left yesterday and did not return overnight. After the stranger came, there were strange marks on the window and door frame, which made the old woman terrified.
They are not afraid of implicating themselves, but they are afraid of accidents to their benefactors.
Qi Shan was very steady: "Don't panic, it's okay."
The old woman's hanging heart returned to its original place: "That's good."
(end of this chapter)