Qing Chen was shocked and opened his mouth to shout, but the voice was muffled before it even came out of his throat. He covered his mouth with a disgusting hand, which made her hurt. She struggled, and saw a bearded man from the chaotic reflection in the water. The big man is holding himself hostage.
In panic, she threw her elbows back with all her strength, and while the big man let go of the pain, she struggled desperately, even though she had little strength, the big man who pushed back staggered a few steps.
Only then did she see clearly the ferocious appearance of the man, the yellowed teeth in the beard were stained with tobacco, and it made people feel nauseous. She and the man looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly woke up, shouted "Help", turned around and ran.
A voice came from behind: "Little girl, do you still want to run?" The big man ran after him.
The river was full of rocks, and Qing Chen staggered several times and nearly fell. Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer behind him, Ji Zhongshengzhi leaned over and grabbed the stone on the ground and threw it back.
When she turned around, she was shocked to find that there were more than one person chasing her, and two other people surrounded her from three sides with grinning grinning like the big man had thought she was his prey.
She was so frightened that she accidentally stepped on the thick moss on the rock and fell into the water.
With a scream, she struggled not to fall, the water was not deep, only halfway down, but the disgusting face on the bank was getting closer, and her dirty hands were grabbing at her.
She gritted her teeth, and even though she couldn't swim, she turned around and plunged into the depths of the water.
The water quickly spread from the waist to the chest, and the white clothes were washed up by the water waves and floated like clouds, and the black hair was wandering like strands, and the eyes were blurred. She smiled wryly and thought, I don't know if the next thing is to be out of my wits
Just at this moment, there was a sudden sound of strong breaking wind beside her, two sharp sounds of "chi chi" on the shore mixed with a cry of pain, and a cold and slightly hoarse voice said beside her ear, "stretch your hand!"
She raised her hand in a daze, and a hand that was almost as icy as the river water vigorously pulled her from the water to the rock on the bank, and a pair of silent eyes flashed in front of her eyes.
Before she could see the man's appearance clearly, she found two spiked arrows nailed to the feet of the two big men who were chasing after them on the bank. The strength of the arrow is extraordinary.
Another long arrow hit the arm of the man who was chasing into the water. The man cried out in pain and crawled towards the bank, a bright red line of blood was drawn out of the river.
"A few men are bullying a weak woman. They have no face and no skin. Get out!" A young man with a figure as tall as a pine and cypress shouted in a deep voice.
Only then did Qing Chen realize that the person who shot the arrow and the person who saved him were not the same person. The person who pulled him ashore leaned on the rock, his tall and straight figure was wrapped in a slender black cloak, and his face was wearing a copper-colored mask, covering his face. half face.
Because of the mask, she couldn't see his exact appearance, only a pair of deep eyes behind the mask, the bottom of the eyes was dark and boundless, without the slightest emotion, the thin but firm lips exposed outside, and those cold eyes. Eyes are matching.
The man who shot the arrow saw the gangsters fleeing in a hurry, but he didn't chase after him, he just turned his head and said, "Fourth brother, how are you doing?"
The man called "Fourth Brother" didn't speak, but shook his head slightly, and the man who was shooting the arrow turned his eyes to Qing Chen, and suddenly he was taken aback, and turned his face away hastily.
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, whispered "Ah", covered her chest with her hands and took two steps back, the thin white clothes were soaked in water, and her curves were exquisitely close to her body, she felt that the blood all over her body rushed to her cheeks in an instant , the originally fair and pretty face suddenly burned red.
When she was in a dilemma, a large cloak came to cover her head and fell on her shoulders.
She pulled her cloak and looked up, meeting the quiet eyes behind the mask. Although those eyes have been looking at her and never looked away, they seemed to have seen nothing, still as cold as before. She moved her eyes down a little bit, startled in her heart.
There was a short arrow sticking out of the man's chest. He was covered in a cloak and couldn't see it. Now he threw away the cloak, revealing a dark black tights that had already been stained with blood, half of which showed a thick color. The cloak was also stained with a lot of blood.
No wonder he has been leaning against the rock, it seems that the injury is not serious. Perhaps because of the force just now, fresh blood flowed from the wound again, and the tightly pressed thin lips were so pale that there was no color at all.
At this time Qing Chen heard him say in a deep voice: "Eleventh Brother, pull out this arrow."
The man called "Eleventh Brother" had no time to care about Qing Chen, and stepped forward to help the man sit by the stone, looking at the wound hesitantly.
The man took out a token-like thing from his pocket and handed it to him: "You play by ear, do it."
Eleven's eyebrows were furrowed, and he firmly grasped the order talisman in his hand, saying: "Fourth brother, hold on." He held the arrow tail protruding from his body.
"Hey! No!" Qing Chen reacted from the shock, and hurriedly stopped: "Putting it like this will kill you."
The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and the blood from the wound kept gushing out with his breath, and his eyes silently glanced at Qing Chen.
Eleven stopped, and said anxiously: "If you don't pull it out, you will die."
Qing Chen went over and knelt down beside them, and said, "It's not that you don't pull out the arrow, it's just that if you pull out the arrow like this, he would bleed to death even if it didn't hurt."
"Then what should we do?" Eleven asked.
Qing Chen looked at the location and condition of the arrow wound. He probably didn't hurt his heart or lungs, otherwise he might not be able to survive now. She asked Eleven: "Is there a knife? It's smaller."
Eleven took out a small knife about three inches long from himself. The scabbard was simple but exquisite, and it was extraordinary at first glance. He said, "Yes, why?"
Qing Chen said: "I know some medical skills, if you believe me, don't let me try."
Eleven turned to look at the man, the man and Qing Chen looked at each other for a while, Qing Chen didn't catch any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and he said in such a weak and indifferent voice: "Okay."
Qing Chen took the small knife from Eleven, and it was very heavy in his hands. The blade was narrow and thin, quite sharp. Although it couldn't be compared with a surgical scalpel, it was still usable.
She said to Eleven: "Help him lie down gently, so that the wound is higher than the heart. Then look for something like wine, if not, find a way to light the fire."
Eleven said: "There is a little wine, and there is also fire." He took out a small flat silver-inlaid pot from his arms: "The best flower carving."
Qing Chen raised his eyebrows: "It's not for tasting wine and admiring the moon!" She quickly cut off a large piece of the relatively clean lining of the cloak with a knife, divided it into several pieces, and washed her hands with clean water beside her. He took the jug from Eleven, dipped in the wine, wiped the knife, and carefully cut the clothes around the man's wound, exposing the whole wound in front of his eyes.
She leaned over to observe carefully, the blood from the wound continued to flow out with her breathing, it was dark red, it was estimated that the artery was not injured, in this case, the blood should not spurt too much when pulling out the arrow, she turned her head and looked at the place again. I found him lying there quietly watching her every move, his eyes were unwavering, and he couldn't tell if it was trust, doubt or fear.
She smiled at him, and after burning the knife on Eleven's ignited fire, she handed it to Eleven to hold. He wiped his hands with wine again, took a cloth soaked in wine and treated the area around the wound briefly, took the knife and said, "It may hurt, so bear with it."
The man said nothing, just nodded slightly.
Qing Chen thought about the distribution of veins near the wound. The arrow had barbs and could not be pulled out directly. She raised her hand to press on the vein, and the knife in her hand accurately and neatly scratched the muscle next to the wound. With a little force on the upper arrow tail, the broken arrow flew out, followed by blood gushing out, but due to the correct pressing, there was not a lot of blood spurting out.
Qing Chen threw the Broken Arrow aside, and said to Eleven, "Bloom."
Eleven handed over the cloth that Qing Chen had just folded, watched her press layers on the man's wound, and asked, "Fourth brother, what do you think?"
The man's lips were pale, but he still kept his mind in such severe pain. After a while, Fang said slowly, "It's okay."
Qing Chen showed the location of the veins to Eleven: "Press here with your hand, I'll see if I can find herbs to stop the bleeding, remember not to let go or use too much force."
Eleven took over according to his words, and not long after, Qing Chen came back with some green mountain grass, washed and crushed it and applied it to the man's wound, changed to a clean cloth and pressed the bandage again, the blood really stopped gradually.
The sky is getting darker, Daishan is congealed purple, and it is dusk in one day, and the sky is burning like a fire, bringing up the evening clouds and flying, and the warmth of the sunset is lingering. Flying birds fly by in groups under the rosy clouds, throwing themselves into the forest and returning to their nests, rustling all over.
Sitting on the rock beside him, Qing Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, and raised his head: "It's getting dark, we can't just stay here."
Eleven asked, "Is there anyone around here?"
Qing Chen was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "There is a bamboo house... it is my home, if you don't mind, come with me."
Seeing that the man did not object on Shishi, he said, "You're bothering me so much, and you haven't asked the girl's name yet?"
Qing Chen pursed his lips and thought for a while, then said, "My name is... Feng Qingchen, what about you?"
Hearing her question, Eleven pondered for a moment, clasped his fists and said: "Young lady met by chance and helped her. She should have told her her name truthfully, but my brother and I have other difficulties. If we make up a lie, it's not what we should do. I wonder if Miss can forgive me." ?”
After hearing this, Qing Chen said: "If you don't want to tell, I won't ask. You guys saved me first, so everyone is even."
Eleven thought about it for a while, and said: "I am the eleventh in the next family, you might as well call me eleven."
"Okay, eleven." Qing Chen nodded, looking at the man who had been resting with his eyes closed.
The man opened his eyes, and said in a cold and tired voice, "Thank you very much."
Qing Chen smiled slightly: "No thanks, I heard him call you fourth brother, so you must be ranked fourth?"
Eleven said: "How old is fourth brother than me? You and I are about the same age. If Miss Qingchen doesn't mind, you might as well call him fourth brother."