"call."
Baili Qingfeng threw the blood-stained sword aside, leaned against the wall, slid down, and sat down.
blood…
Dye the walls red.
He raised his head slightly, with a hint of melancholy and a hint of yearning in his eyes.
A sort of…
Yearning for a peaceful life.
pity…
Can not go back.
There is no going back to that peaceful environment.
And he...
He is no longer the same person as before.
His hands were covered in blood at this moment.
Counting the Jiang family, Aite and his son, more than fifty people have died at his hands.
Although everyone he killed was a person who deserved to be killed, and everyone he killed was deserved, he was not considered pure now.
The breeze with the smell of rain blew in through the window, slightly taking away the fishy smell in the room.
Baili Qingfeng was blowing the wind, squinting his eyes slightly...
tired.
He was a little tired.
I have been running around and killing non-stop since last night. It has been more than ten hours now. I have not had a good rest for more than ten hours, and most of the time I am still in high-intensity fighting. I am mentally nervous and physically tired. Just now, he was shot three times!
Not one shot or two shots, but three shots!
Such serious injury...
He is really tired...
"I can't hold on any longer..."
Baili Qingfeng's voice was weak.
He needed to take a break, close his eyes and have a good rest.
then…
His eyelids gradually drooped.
Even though he knew that he couldn't sleep, once he did...
He will really fall asleep, and the train back to Xiaya will be delayed.
but…
The wind is blowing, it's so comfortable, I really want to sleep.
"Ding dong!"
A slight sound came from underneath him.
Baili Qingfeng opened his eyes slightly and looked at the position of his shoulders.
As the gunshot wound gradually healed, a bullet was pushed out by the growing muscles and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Well… "
Baili Qingfeng shook his head.
He actually fell asleep and slept for an hour or two
Sure enough, staying up late is not good, it is harmful to the body and mind, and it is easy to doze off in the afternoon.
After this sleep... this smallest wound has healed.
However, the other two gunshot wounds were more serious, and I'm afraid I would have to wait until tomorrow to recover.
especially…
"The body's rejection reaction will automatically expel the bullet, but... the bullet will seriously affect normal activities before it is expelled..."
Baili Qingfeng frowned: "Pistol bullets are neither too powerful nor too powerful, but they pass through your body. It doesn't matter even if they penetrate the heart and lungs. Don't leave the bullet in the body. If it doesn't go up or down, you won't die. Take it out." Bullets are painful and bullets can be embarrassing... "
He picked up the sword he had thrown aside and held it against the wound.
Using a sword to cut a hole in one's body to take out the bullet is like scraping a bone to heal a wound. This pain is not something anyone can bear.
"Heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, but he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, he can use his heart and forbearance to improve what he cannot do! I am determined to be virtuous. Intellectual and physical triathlon, why be afraid of mere pain!"
Baili Qingfeng was silent for a moment, with a determined look in his eyes. With a strong ideological awareness, he pierced the sword into his body, cut the wound open, gritted his teeth, and took out the bullet with a slightly pale face.
Irregular incision
No anti-inflammatories
The sword is not sterilized
It's not something he needs to think about.
"Ding dong."
Soon, both bullets were taken out by Baili Qingfeng and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, after more than an hour of rest, a lot of bullets had been ejected from his body, otherwise...
The wound will be bigger and the body will be in more pain.
"punish!"
Baili Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and his face was pale with no blood.
"This is punishment! Although I acted for God and killed dozens of people to eliminate evil, every life should be worthy of respect. I deprived them of their lives and should bear the punishment they deserve... But for the sake of the country's young people A little crime, for the sake of peace in the world, this kind of punishment... I, Baili Qingfeng, am willing to bear it without any regrets."
Baili Qingfeng let out a long breath.
After resting for another half hour, he realized that the wound he had cut with his sword was almost healed. He stood up again and started searching in the Iron Sword Gate.
Soon, he found a secret room.
It cannot be said that it is a secret room. This secret room has actually been opened, and there are many firearms inside. The pistols and rifles of the Iron Sword Sect people were probably taken out of this secret room.
In addition to firearms, the secret room also contains some miscellaneous things, including the Tiger Roaring Fist, Dragon and Crane Eight Styles, and Songshan Boxing techniques inherited from the Iron Sword Sect.
Baili Qingfeng looked at it for a moment, ignored it, and opened a cabinet that he knew was a collection of valuables.
As usual, the first floor of the cabinet contained a pile of useless passbooks, bank cards, notepads, CDs and the like. The second floor contained some jewelry and a sword. Only on the third floor did he see a Stacks of banknotes.
This sense of déjà vu…
Baili Qingfeng thought of Jiang's martial arts school.
"Sure enough, the brain circuits of people who practice martial arts are all the same."
Baili Qingfeng was speechless.
The second floor of Jiang's martial arts hall is a gun, and the Iron Sword Gate is just a sword
It's not a gold sword or a silver sword, it's actually an iron sword.
Could it be that the reason why Iron Sword Gate is called Iron Sword Gate is because of this iron sword
Baili Qingfeng quickly turned his attention to the banknotes and counted them. There were only sixty stacks.
The majestic Iron Sword Sect dominates Miluo City. There are dozens of martial artists in the sect. Are they even poorer than the Jiang Family Martial Arts School
"Sixty stacks, just sixty stacks."
Shaking his head, Baili Qingfeng couldn't say anything else: "I don't have to guess at this money to know that it must be stained with blood and sin. If you want to wash away the sin on this money, you can only use it to make money." Only good deeds will do. My family owes hundreds of thousands in debt, and we are a single-parent family. Now I have been shot three times and seriously injured. I am definitely a vulnerable group in urgent need of help. I took the money and let you Iron Sword Sect pay for your sins. , to support college students from poor families.”
Baili Qingfeng found a box from the secret room and put sixty stacks of banknotes in it. At the same time, the two hundred thousand in the wallet was also transferred to the box.
But even so, the box that can hold one million banknotes is still not full.
Baili Qingfeng did not force this.
He is not a person who values money.
He put the genuine leather bag that originally belonged to the Iron Sword Sect on the ground, returning it to its original owner. He took the sword with him and cleaned the blood on it.
Looking at the figure covered in blood in the mirror, Baili Qingfeng paused and finally withdrew his gaze.
After cleaning the sword, Baili Qingfeng searched for a while and found a set of shirts and suits that seemed to be newly bought. After feeling that the size was suitable, he borrowed the bathroom of Tiejianmen to clean it a little and changed his clothes.
After burning his clothes, Baili Qingfeng put the sword in the sword box, carried it on his back, picked up the box, picked up the umbrella, and walked out of the Iron Sword Gate.
Before leaving, he naturally did not forget to help the people at Iron Sword Gate lock the door.
But the moment he stepped out of the Iron Sword Gate, the rain that had been falling for a while stopped and the golden sunlight filtered through the clouds, making the sky bright.
Just like the light of justice piercing the haze of sin, it has since illuminated the earth, bringing light and hope to people.
"There were thunderstorms when I came, and the sky was filled with golden light when I left... Sure enough, this is God praising me for what I did... I fought nine hundred miles with one sword, and leveled the Iron Sword Gate alone... Although it is difficult to explain to outsiders the hardships involved, among them The pain has made me miserable more than once, but...it's worth it! Everything I do is worth it!"
Baili Qingfeng raised his head slightly, facing the sun, dragging out a long shadow, and his figure gradually moved away.
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