From afar, Mo Chen could smell blood.
At this time, he hated his extraordinary sense of smell instead. Such a strong smell of blood...
Mo Chen's figure flashed across several courtyards in an instant, a string of messy footprints on the snowy stone steps in front of the hall, Linglong staggered with a person on his back, already at the end of his strength, the moment he saw Mo Chen's figure, Holding on to that breath, Linglong fell forward and rolled onto the snow with the person on her back.
Mo Chen was still a step too late, when he came close, Linglong's mouth was covered in blood foam, and she said indistinctly: "Save him... senior brother..."
Mo Chen held the hand she extended, and slowly moved his true essence over, and turned Zhai Wenhui over with the other hand.
The body under the hands is still warm, but the eyes are blank, the chest does not rise and fall, and there is no breath between the mouth and nose.
Jiang Fan hurriedly ran out from one side of the courtyard gate, he ran so fast that the short cloak he was wearing was blown off his body by the strong wind and flew away, so he didn't care about it.
"Elder brother?"
Mo Chen raised his head, but there was a blood-red luster in those eyes that were supposed to be dark. Jiang Fan was startled by the two people on the ground, but he didn't notice this strangeness.
"Take Linglong back to the house, first take the Resurrection Pill Water and drink it for her."
When he said something, Jiang Fan responded, watching Mo Chen hugging the motionless Zhai Wenhui, an inexplicable panic was strung around his neck like a rope, tightening it tighter and tighter.
With Linglong's injury like this, Zhai Wenhui will only be hurt more severely than her.
Linglong was dazed in consciousness, looked at Zhai Wenhui's lifeless arm hanging down, opened her mouth, her throat was full of hot salty smell, and she didn't make any sound.
She still remembered that when he was on her back just now, the sticky blood kept gushing out from his body and dripped into her neck. It was hot at first, and then became cold when the north wind blows...
She was struggling half awake, her injury was not a problem, Zhai Wenhui should be saved first...
He protected her, he was hurt so badly.
Jiang Fan took out the elixir that was carefully stored and hydrated it according to what the elder brother said, and was going to feed it to Linglong. As soon as he took a small sip, Linglong coughed up blood, and even spit out the elixir just fed up.
Jiang Fan was both anxious and distressed.
This medicine is rare, and every drop of it is wasted, and the potency of the medicine will be lost.
What's more urgent is that Linglong's injuries are so severe that she can't even take the medicine, what should she do
Fortunately, after the second feeding of the medicine, Linglong didn't spit it out again.
Only then did Jiang Fan breathe a sigh of relief, and as his senior brother said, he slowly delivered her true energy.
Jiang Fan has always known that Linglong's cultivation level is higher than his. When the two fought each other before, he lost ten times out of ten. Of course there was a reason why he didn't dare to put in all his strength, but Linglong was indeed more talented and stronger than him.
But now her meridians were severely damaged, and her true energy was almost gone.
Who exactly did they meet? How could he be injured so badly
Linglong's hair was disheveled and her face was bloodless. Jiang Fan suddenly felt panic.
The Linglong he knew was always full of energy and lively. In his memory, he had never seen such a weak and thin Linglong.
She... Will she die
Just like Junior Brother Yu, suddenly there was no sound.
Jiang Fan felt that his palms were cold and hot for a while, and his heart was restless. Only when she felt Linglong's true essence faintly echoing him did she withdraw her hand.
Jiang Fan was even more nervous when treating Linglong's trauma.
Although they grew up together, they saw each other's naked buttocks most of the time when they were young. But after all, now that she has grown up, there is still a difference between men and women, Jiang Fan can't help but want to turn her head away when dressing her up with medicine. But how do you apply the medicine when you turn around? He could only let himself focus on the wound as much as possible, and turn a blind eye to other places.
But these injuries... These injuries are too serious.
Regardless of flesh and blood injuries, there are three or four serious injuries, the most serious one being on the back.
In addition to these, the little finger and ring finger of her right hand were chopped off. Jiang Fan frowned at the sight. He really didn't know what kind of person could hurt her like this.
Sweat did not know when it dripped down, and the eyes were sore from the sweat.
Jiang Fan wiped his sweat with his sleeve and walked to the quiet room next door.
Zhai Wenhui was placed on the couch with all his clothes untied. Jiang Fan only took one look, but his feet seemed to be bound and he couldn't move out.
When they went out in the morning, Zhai Wenhui talked to him with some guilt. What did he say? Jiang Fan couldn't remember for some reason, but he still remembered him saying: "Senior Brother Jiang, don't worry, I will definitely persuade her not to cause trouble."
He also seemed to say that he would come back soon.
But after a while, Zhai Wenhui lay there motionless, without a single piece of flesh on his body, the set of silver needles used by the elder brother pierced his vital organs, lining up those shocking wounds, watching There is an indescribable weirdness.
"Eldest brother..." Jiang Fan moved to the bed step by step with heavy steps.
When he got close to him, he realized that Zhai Wenhui's entire right arm had been distorted and deformed, his skin was ripped apart, and stubbles of white bones were exposed from the flesh and blood, making him almost unable to stand still.
"Junior brother Zhai, how is he?"
What he wanted to ask was whether Zhai Wenhui would die.
But this thought only flashed in his mind, and Jiang Fan was in a hurry to drive it away.
Mo Chen turned his head and glanced at him, Jiang Fan saw his face clearly, and his heart sank.
Mo Chen collected himself and said in a low voice, "I don't know either."
If Senior Brother could say such a thing, then Junior Brother Zhai might be...
Linglong's injury was already so serious, Zhai Wenhui would only be more serious than her.
Mo Chen had never seen such an injury.
Zhai Wenhui's breathing was gone, his tendons were broken, but when Mo Chen tried to treat him, he felt that there was another force in his body that was restless. In his current situation, it is inappropriate to say that he is alive, but it is also inappropriate to say that he is dead.
Jiang Fan came over with warm water, added some medicine for trauma, rolled up his sleeves and wiped off the blood on Zhai Wenhui's body.
As the blood stains were wiped away bit by bit, Jiang Fan saw the strangeness of his wound.
Generally, the blood of an injured person should be bright red. However, the blood from Zhai Wenhui's wound was purple and somewhat black, and it was extremely viscous. Looking at the situation, even if no anti-bleeding trauma medicine was applied, the blood would no longer flow out.
Jiang Fan's mouth became dry: "Eldest senior brother... Junior brother Zhai has been poisoned?"
Of course Mo Chen could see it.
But there are tens of thousands of poisons in the world, what kind of poison is Zhai Wenhui
Mo Chen used all the detoxification pills he knew and could use, but they didn't work on Zhai Wenhui.
"How is Linglong?"
"Life seems to be fine for the time being." Jiang Fan said in a low voice, "But the meridian is seriously injured, I don't know what will happen in the future..."
If the meridian is severely damaged, there is a great possibility of future troubles.
"Did she say anything?"
Jiang Fan shook his head, feeling uncomfortable in his heart: "Senior brother, I don't know who hurt them? Is it..."
Chen Jingzhi
They didn't know many people in this city at all, if they were to say they were enemies, Chen Jingzhi was the only one.
But Chen Jingzhi himself did not have this ability. When he came to kill Xiaodong, although his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, he was still no match for Senior Sister Linglong.
Unless he has help...
But Mo Chen couldn't give him an answer either.
We can only get the answer from Linglong or Zhai Wenhui when they wake up.
Jiang Fan walked around the room a few times, his eyes were red from suffocation, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the nails pricked the palms to bleed.
What is going on here? Who is dealing with Huiliu Mountain
The same sect was injured and killed one after another, but they didn't even know who the killer was.
Unfortunately, the master was not there on both occasions.
"Okay, I'll take care of Junior Brother Zhai, and you go to Linglong's place to take care of him." Mo Chen's composure also made Jiang Fan more or less stable.
Jiang Fan responded, and shuffled out.
The person standing by the door made him stunned: "Little brother?"
Mo Chen turned his head quickly, the face of the person standing at the door was snow-white, who else is it if it's not Xiaodong
"Why did you come here? Didn't you tell you to stay in the house?"
"I... I'm worried, I heard some movement here, so come and have a look..."
Xiaodong looked at Zhai Wenhui who was motionless on the couch, and the situation seemed particularly strange and frightening: "Brother Zhai, what's wrong?"
Zhai Wenhui's wounds turned black, and the exposed wounds seemed to be splattered with ink pens on a person's body. A person who was originally in good shape now looks mottled and broken, as if he had been chopped up randomly and put together roughly. Together.
Mo Chen took his hand and asked him to come in, Xiaodong was very obedient at the moment, leaving as soon as he asked, and sitting as he asked.
"What about Senior Sister Linglong?"
"Her injury is not minor, it's just next door."
Xiaodong took a deep breath, and didn't ask any more questions: "Senior brother, if there is anything I can help, just ask."
"Okay, I have something for you to do."
Xiaodong was arranged by Mo Chen to pick medicines, he didn't have any objection, he sorted out many medicinal materials given to him by his senior brother, mashed those that needed to be mashed, and mixed those that needed to be mixed together according to their proportions. Jiang Fan also came over to do it with him in silence, rolling the medicine mill back and forth, making the herbs creak and creak softly.
Mo Chen sat aside with his eyes closed, quickly recalling all the poisons he had heard and seen.
In the past he had heard and seen, there was no such poison as Zhai Wenhui.
Such an uncommon poison is definitely not a common thing that can be obtained everywhere. If someone has such a poison, why use it to deal with young people like Junior Brother Zhai
With something to do at hand, Jiang Fan felt a little more at ease hanging in mid-air.
"This has to be crushed to the end to be effective..."
Xiaodong responded, and added another three points of strength in his hand, crushing the medicine rod to pieces.
The mixed gray powder was wrapped in paper and handed to Mo Chen to watch him apply it to Zhai Wenhui. (to be continued)