"Lang Junxia!" Duan Ling hurriedly shook him and shouted his name, but Lang Junxia didn't respond. The snow on the pine trees collapsed, and Duan Ling was covered in snow powder.
At that moment, Duan Ling didn't even have time to think about this sudden incident. Fear only hovered in his mind for a while, and then he was occupied by a more important thought - he must have fainted from the cold. Although Duan Ling couldn't explain the blood stains on Lang Junxia's body, and he didn't know what he went through, he had to make him better no matter what.
He tried hard to drag Lang Junxia and drag him into the hall. After success, it took a lot of his strength. During this period, Lang Junxia still had no sign of waking up. Duan Ling called him a few more times, leaned in front of his nose to feel his breath, and found that Lang Junxia was breathing smoothly, but his lips were white.
To start a fire, Duan Ling thought about it and searched everywhere. After rummaging through the new home, he found charcoal and an abandoned tile stove in front of the stove, and started a fire in the hall.
There was still a quilt in the room, so he put the quilt aside. At this time, he found the blood dripping from Lang Junxia's body.
Blood stretched out from the hall, forming a bloodstain on the threshold, leaving a distinct mark from the closed door to the snow in the courtyard. Bits of blood passed the threshold of the compound, all the way to the long alley where they came, pointing to the end of the long alley, turning a corner at the exit and extending to the main street.
Duan Ling rummaged through Lang Junxia's body, but found no medicine, only a small cloth bag with his birth certificate in it. How to do it? Lang Junxia's face was pale, obviously very weak, and he developed a high fever. Duan Ling had to pick up a little money and go out to ask a doctor.
When he was ill, he had to ask a doctor, see a doctor, and prescribe medicine. In the past, when he was in Duan's house, everyone ordered him to run errands, and often let him go to the pharmacy.
At the quietest time in Beijing, there is still a mysterious power that travels at night. In the cold, Wu Du, who is tall and thin, does not know when he will appear, wearing a tattered cotton robe and a top hat, with a dagger between his fingers, casually fiddling with it. , walking from house to house, listening from time to time.
A man in black followed behind him, looking around suspiciously.
Wu Du: "After finding the clue, don't act without authorization."
The man in black sneered: "Wu Du! Don't forget, the general asked you to help me! With injuries, where can I escape?"
"I don't dare to compete with Brother Zhu for this credit. If you think that I have done something wrong, it's okay for Brother Zhu to find someone by himself." Wu Du said.
The man in black glanced at Wu Du, sneered, turned away without saying a word, and hid in the courtyard of Shangjing.
Wu Du pondered for a moment, looked into the distance, and walked towards the main street market.
Duan Ling knocked on the back door of "Rongchang Hall" and ducked in in the snow.
"The doctor went to the doctor, what's wrong?"
"Blood!" Duan Ling pleaded, "No one is moving! When will the doctor be back?"
"What injury?" the shopkeeper asked impatiently. "Male or female? How old is the patient?"
Duan Ling even said with gestures, and was very anxious. The shopkeeper was drunk and hazy. He only told him that the doctor did not live here, and lived two streets behind. Went to a doctor. As for which one, the shopkeeper did not ask clearly.
Seeing that Duan Ling was about to go crazy, the shopkeeper took it slow and said drunkenly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll get you some golden herbal medicine, mix some medicinal materials for promoting muscle and blood circulation, go back to decoction, and it will be fine after the fever has subsided... "
The shopkeeper staggered upstairs to dispense the medicine. Duan Ling was restless and stood behind the counter, remembering that someone once said that ginseng cures all diseases, so he moved his chair and climbed to the medicine cabinet to find ginseng.
There was another knock on the front door.
"Someone?" said a low, hoarse voice.
Duan Ling held the lamp in one hand and the root of the old ginseng in the other, hesitating. There was a "click" sound outside the door, it was obviously locked, and he didn't know how a guest came in. Duan Ling hurriedly tiptoed down, knelt on the chair, put the light on, and looked out from the counter.
The visitor was a young man, covered in snow, with his left hand in his arms, as if he was holding something, and his right hand was exposed, red with cold.
The man had slender fingers, turned his body on his side, put his elbows on the counter, lowered his head and looked down at Duan Ling, looking into his eyes, Duan Ling was too small, only half of his face was exposed behind the counter, and he instantly felt a sense of intimidation.
The man's face is thin, his eyes are deep, his cheekbones are distinct, his complexion is slightly darker, his eyebrows are thick and black, like a stroke of cursive writing flying, and there is an ancient ink tattoo on the neck under the side face, which looks like an alien beast. side silhouette.
"Where's the doctor?" The young man said lightly, and then made a mistake with his finger, revealing a bright golden bead between his fingers. Duan Ling was immediately attracted by the beautiful golden bead and was surprised. He looked at the golden bead and then again that man. The young man twirled the golden bead with two fingers, and the golden bead spun around on the medicine cabinet.
"The doctor... the delivery is over." Duan Ling was so blinded by Jin Zhu that he could hardly open his eyes, and replied, "East Street... a family had a difficult childbirth."
With a flick of the young man's finger, Jin Zhu rolled in front of Duan Ling.
The man made a "self-pick up" gesture and said, "Apart from the delivery house, has anyone else come to the doctor today?"
"No." Duan Ling replied without thinking.
He smelled a dangerous signal from this man, and he didn't dare to pick up his golden beads. If something went wrong, there must be a demon, and the pain he suffered as a child made him very vigilant.
"Is the doctor your father?"
"No." Duan Ling stepped back a little and looked at the man.
"What's in his hand?" The man looked at the medicinal herbs in Duan Ling's hand again. Duan Ling couldn't say that it was stolen, so he showed it to him and made up a lie: "Ginseng for pregnant women."
The young man was silent for a while, and Duan Ling was afraid that the shopkeeper would come down and expose his lies, so he said, "What else do you have to do?"
"It's alright." The corner of the man's mouth raised a sinister smile. He put one hand on the counter and tapped his fingers rhythmically. In an instant, the golden bead stretched out and became a golden armour on the back. Glittering, colorful belly centipedes!
The centipede shot towards Duan Ling, Duan Ling screamed in fright, but the man laughed instead, stretched out his hand, took the centipede away, and disappeared into the snow outside the door.
Duan Ling hurried upstairs, and saw the shopkeeper holding a bag of scattered medicine in his hand, which fell under the medicine cabinet in the attic. He was so drunk that he was unconscious. ", and then go back along the way you came.
The heavy snow covered the blood that Lang Junxia dripped on the road. In the middle of the night, the long street was open and bright, and the horse was still outside the gate. When Duan Ling saw that it was shivering from the cold, he took it to the stable in the backyard and forked some hay with it. Eat, and say to it, "I'll be back in a while."
As soon as he turned around, Duan Ling was picked up by a hand, and when he was about to open his mouth to shout, he was instantly covered by a large rough hand.
"Woo... woo..." Duan Ling struggled hard, the man behind him was very strong, he pressed a sharp dagger to the side of his neck and stabbed it a little, Duan Ling's pupils dilated, and he didn't dare to move.
The voice of the man behind said, "Where is Lang Junxia?"
Duan Ling saw that he was being strangled by a masked assassin wearing a night suit through the reflection of the ice ridges. At this moment, he calmed down and kept his mouth tightly closed, without saying a word.
"Guide the way! Where is the man?! Otherwise I'll kill you!" the assassin threatened in a low voice.
Duan Ling pointed to the backyard, wondering how to lead this person away, or shouting to alert Lang Junxia. The strong man hugged Duan Ling with one hand and followed his direction into the backyard. The ice on the ground was very slippery. When he jumped across the corridor, Duan Ling suddenly opened his mouth and bit the assassin's hand.
The assassin was caught off guard by being bitten on his little finger, and immediately screamed in pain. He drew a knife with his backhand and was about to slash at Duan Ling, but Duan Ling had already fallen to the ground and ran away, rolling and crawling away. The assassin chased after him, knowing him If you want to find a rescuer, follow along unhurriedly.
Duan Ling was very smart. He didn't run to where Lang Junxia was. He rushed through the corridor, slapped the wooden doors one by one, and shouted, "Killed! Killed!" Then he rushed towards the stables, trying his best to escape from here. , for fear that the assassin would discover the trace of Lang Junxia.
The assassin wanted to use Duan Ling to lure Lang Junxia out, but when he saw Duan Ling running out, he secretly thought that it was not good.
Behind the side post, Xue Liang's sword suddenly swung out, the assassin suddenly drew his dagger to block, the dagger broke in two with a "ding" sound, and then another sword swept up. Lang Junxia's face was pale and his breath was weak. The sword staggered towards the assassin, but his footsteps were vain, and the sword finally strayed half an inch.
The assassin escaped with the risk of being dismembered. Lang Junxia took a wrong step, his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground. Duan Ling shouted, turned and rushed forward, lying on Lang Junxia's back.
The assassin sneered, stepped forward and kicked the long sword flying on the ground, grabbed Duan Ling, and punched him fiercely according to his face. That punch was like pounding noodles. Duan Ling turned his head and was slammed into the eye socket by a big fist. There was a "hum" in his mind, and gold stars appeared in his eyes, and he fell to the ground.
The assassin grabbed Lang Junxia's hair, lifted his head a little, pulled out another dagger, and pressed it against his throat.
"Where is Li Jianhong?" the assassin whispered.
"Don't kill that kid, I'll tell you..."
Lang Junxia's lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth weakly.
Duan Ling struggled, feeling that his eyes were about to be punched into his head. Even so, he still tried his best to grab the sword that fell on the ground with one hand.
The Assassin really underestimated Duan Ling's endurance. How tenacious a person is at the juncture of life and death is actually closely related to the beatings he has endured in his life. Duan Ling has experienced hitting the wall with his head, being smashed by bricks, slapped, and punched with fists since he was a child. He has already honed his skills to withstand blows. He knows that when being punched in the front, he should avoid the bridge of his nose and temple, and use his eye sockets to meet the opponent's fist. .
The assassin leaned forward a little, and saw behind him through Lang Junxia's clear pupils, Duan Ling picked up Lang Junxia's sharp sword, and threw himself on it...
It was too late, and the assassin was about to turn around when Duan Ling stabbed a sword from behind him and inserted it into the back of his neck. The sharp sword made a soft sound, pinning the assassin firmly to the ground.
"I… "
The assassin's eyes and pupils were dilated, and he couldn't believe that he died in the hands of a weak child. He scratched twice on the snow with one hand, and the back of his neck was pierced with the trachea, and he died instantly.
The assassin's last breath disappeared, and there were only snowflakes between the sky and the earth. This was Duan Ling's first murder. His hands and face were covered in blood. He looked at the assassin in disbelief. Lang Junxia's arms.
Lang Junxia closed his eyes and held Duan Ling in his arms. Duan Ling turned his head in horror and saw that the assassin was still staring at them. Lang Junxia raised his hand again and covered Duan Ling's eyes, telling him not to Look again.
After half an hour.
"who?!"
The goshawk hovered over the city, and the officers and soldiers on the night watch finally found the figure of the young man, galloping on the horse, the young man put his fingers to his lips, and whistled a few times, but no one answered in the wind and snow.
More and more officers and soldiers came from all directions with bird whistle transmission. The young man left the roof, fell into the alley, turned around in the snow, and threw away the pursuers. As soon as they exited the alley, more chasing soldiers came to cover them.
The young man didn't dare to fight, he retreated, his footsteps were like water duckweed, leaving a shallow line of footprints in the snow. Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers in front were surrounded, each bowing and shooting arrows. However, before the battle was ready, the young man turned around. Shaking, countless small black arrows like cow awns shake out from the robe.
The guards in front of them rushed to kill him, roaring: "Who is arrogant in Shangjing!"
Seeing that the galloping horse was about to collide with the man, the man quickly took off his hat, waved his hand, and the guard instantly fell from the horse. After passing by, the bucket hat flew back, and the young man caught it, put it on his head, stopped talking, and jumped into the alley without a trace.
The riots stopped, and the cavalry went from door to door to search for their comrades.
Duan Ling started a fire in the room, let Lang Junxia lie on the bed, gave him a golden pill, and then chopped up a piece of ginseng and put it in a kettle to boil.
"Where did you get the ginseng?" Lang Junxia asked with his eyes closed.
"It was stolen from the pharmacy." Duan Ling said, "Why did someone come to kill you? Is it a bad guy?"
Lang Junxia replied, "Twelve days ago, I went to work in Huchang City, and was found by the assassin Wu Du and couldn't follow him. I wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but he was extremely cunning, and I fell for his serial scheme. In a hasty fight, I was seriously injured, and I did everything I could to get rid of him under Altyn Mountain."
"Is it... the dead man in black?" Duan Ling asked.
"No." Lang Junxia closed his eyes and replied, "The man in black outside is called 'Zhu'. He is a member of Chen Guoying's team. The shadow team and Wu Du have never been against each other. He expected to follow me to the capital, and planned to take this great feat for himself. , died by your hands."
It turned out that Lang Junxia didn't come to pick him up, but went to work. Where is Hu Changcheng? Duan Ling was full of questions, and when he wanted to ask again, Lang Junxia said again: "Hide the body in the stable, cover it with hay, shovel the snow, cover it with blood, and change into clothes."
Duan Ling was a little scared, but he still did as Lang Junxia ordered, the corpse still had his eyes wide open, wondering if he would turn into a ghost and come to him at night to claim his life. As soon as this was done, he took off his blood-stained robe and put on a single shirt, and the sound of horses' hooves passed by outside the door.
"The patrol officer is on business! Open the door!" a guard shouted from outside.