"Lang Junxia!" Duan Ling shook him quickly and shouted his name. Lang Junxia had no response. The snow accumulated on the pine trees collapsed, and the snow powder spread across Duan Ling.

At that moment, Duan Ling had no time to think about this sudden incident. His fear only hovered in his mind for a while, and was occupied by more important thoughts - he must have been frozen and fainted. Although Duan Ling could not explain the blood on Lang Junxia's body, nor did he know what he had experienced, he had to make him well no matter what.

He tried to drag Lang Junxia hard and dragged him into the hall. After success, he spent too much effort. During this period, Lang Junxia still had no sign of waking up. Duan Ling called him a few more times, leaned over to his nose and felt his breath, and found that Lang Junxia's breathing was stable, but his lips turned white.

There was a fire. Duan Ling thought about it and searched around, searched through the new home, found charcoal and an abandoned tiled stove in front of the stove, and then raised a fire in the hall.

There was also bedding in the room, so he put the bedding aside. At this time, he found the blood flowing from Lang Junxia's body.

Blood extended out of the hall, forming blood on the threshold, leaving a clear mark from the closed door to the snow in the courtyard. The blood passed through the threshold of the courtyard, leading all the way to the long alley when they came, pointing to the end of the long alley, turning a corner at the exit, extending towards the main street.

Duan Ling searched through Lang Junxia's body, but there was no medicine. There was only a small cloth bag containing his birth paper. What should I do? Lang Junxia's face turned pale, obviously very weak, and even had a high fever. Duan Ling had to pick up some silver and go out to invite a doctor.

When I was sick, I had to hire a doctor, see a doctor, and get medicine. When I was in the Duan family, everyone ordered him to run errands and often asked him to go to the pharmacy.

When Shangjing was at its quietest, there was still a mysterious power walking at night. In the cold, Wu Du, who was tall and thin, appeared at some point. He wore a torn cotton robe, a hat, and a dagger between his fingers. He casually fiddled with him, walked by door to door, and turned his head to listen from time to time.

A man in black followed him, looking around.

Wu Du: "Don't act without taking action after discovering the clue."

The man in black sneered, "Wu Du! Don't forget that the general asked you to help me! Where can I escape with injuries?"

"I dare not compete with Brother Zhu for this credit. If I think I have ruined a good thing, Brother Zhu will go and find someone." Wu Du said.

The man in black glanced at Wu Du, sneered, and turned around and left 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 flashed in the wind and snow.

"The doctor went to the hospital, what disease did he get?"

"Bleeding!" Duan Ling begged, "The person is not moving! When will the doctor come back?"

"What's the injury?" the shopkeeper asked impatiently, "Male or female? How old is the patient?"

Duan Ling said and gestured, and was extremely anxious. The shopkeeper was drunk and told him that the doctor would not live here, and lived two streets behind. When he came to drink tonight, a family on the East Street had a difficult delivery, so the doctor took the medicine box to see the doctor. As for which one, the shopkeeper didn't ask clearly.

Seeing that Duan Ling was about to get crazy, the shopkeeper was slow and drunk, saying: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. I'll give you some gold-chuang medicine and some medicinal materials to regenerate muscles and promote blood circulation. Go back and decoct, and it will be cured after the fever is reduced..."

The shopkeeper staggered upstairs to prepare medicine. Duan Ling was restless and stood behind the counter. He remembered that someone had said before that ginseng cured all kinds of diseases, so he moved a chair and climbed to the medicine cabinet to find ginseng.

At this time, the front door sounded again.

"Someone?" said a low and hoarse voice.

Duan Ling held a lamp in one hand and an old ginseng in the other, he was hesitant. A "click" sound outside the door sounded, and there was a lock on it, but a guest came in. Duan Ling tiptoed down, kneeled on the chair, put the lamp on, and looked out from the counter.

The visitor was a young man, covered in snow, holding his left hand in his arms, as if he was holding something, and his right hand was exposed outside, and the cold was red.

The man had slender fingers, turned his side, put his elbows on the counter, looked down at Duan Ling, looking at his eyes. Duan Ling was too small, and only half of his face was exposed behind the counter, and he instantly felt a sense of intimidation.

The man has a thin face, deep eyes, clear cheekbones, slightly dark skin, and thick eyebrows, like a flying stroke in cursive script. At the neck below the side face, there is an ink-colored ancient inscription tattoo, like the side silhouette of a strange beast.

"Where is the doctor?" the young man said lightly, then his fingers were wrong, and a golden bead appeared between his fingers. Duan Ling was immediately attracted by the beautiful golden beads and was surprised. He looked at the golden beads and looked at the man again. The young man held the golden beads and rotated the golden beads on the medicine cabinet with his two fingers.

"The doctor... has gone to deliver the baby." Duan Ling was so shocked by Jin Zhu that his eyes could hardly be opened, and he replied, "There is a family on the East Street... there is a difficult childbirth."

The young man gently tweaked his fingers and the golden beads rolled in front of Duan Ling.

The man made a "self-take" gesture and said, "Apart from the delivery family, who else has come to see a doctor today?"

"No more." Duan Ling replied without thinking.

He smelled dangerous signals from this man, and did not dare to pick up his golden beads. If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. The hardship he suffered as a child made him very alert.

"Is the doctor your father?"

"No." Duan Ling stepped back a little and looked at the man.

"What are you holding in your hand?" The man also focused on the medicinal materials on Duan Ling's hand. Duan Ling could not say that it was stolen, so he showed it to him and made up a lie: "Ginseng for the mother to eat."

The young man was quiet for a while. Duan Ling was afraid that the shopkeeper would come down and expose his lies, so he said, "What else do you have?"

"It's okay." A man raised an evil smile on his lips, put one hand on the counter, and knocked his fingers rhythmically. In an instant, the golden bead stretched out and turned into a centipede with golden armor on his back and colorful abdomen!

The centipede shot towards Duan Ling. Duan Ling screamed in fear. The man laughed instead, stretched out his hand and took it away, disappeared into the wind and snow outside the door.

Duan Ling hurried upstairs and saw the shopkeeper holding a bag of scattered medicine in his hand, lying under the attic medicine cabinet, drunk and unconscious. He put down the big rock in his heart, tiptoed to wrap the medicine, found "Jinchuang Medicine" in front of the word, and then went back along the way he came.

The heavy snow covered the blood that Lang Junxia dripped on the road. In the middle of the night, the street was bright and the horse was still outside the gate. Duan Ling saw that it was trembling with cold, so he led it to the horse shed in the backyard, forked some hay to eat with it, and said to it: "I'll be back later."

As soon as he turned around, Duan Ling was lifted up by one hand. When he was about to scream, he was instantly covered by a rough hand.

"Woo... Woo..." Duan Ling struggled hard, and the man behind him was extremely powerful. He pressed a sharp dagger against his neck and stabbed it a little. Duan Ling's pupils dilated and he immediately did not dare to move.

The voice of the man behind him said: "Where is Lang Junxia?"

Duan Ling saw through the reflection of the ice edges and was strangled by a masked assassin in a night outfit. At this moment, he calmed down and closed his mouth tightly, without saying a word.

"Sign up the way! Where is the person? Otherwise, kill you!" the assassin threatened in a low voice.

Duan Ling pointed to the backyard, thinking about how to lead the man away, or shouting to arouse Lang Junxia's alertness. The strong man held Duan Ling with one hand and followed his point into the backyard. The ice was very slippery underground. While he was leaping through the corridor, Duan Ling suddenly opened his mouth and bit the assassin's hand.

The assassin was caught off guard and was bitten in small fingers. He shouted in pain. He drew his backhand and was about to slash Duan Ling's body. However, Duan Ling had already fallen to the ground and rolled and crawled away. The assassin chased him closely, knowing that he was going to find a reinforcement, and followed slowly.

Duan Ling was very smart and did not run to where Lang Junxia was. He rushed through the corridor, slapped the wooden door one by one, shouting: "I've killed someone! I've killed someone!" Then he rushed towards the stable, trying his best to escape, for fear that the assassin would find Lang Junxia's traces.

The assassin wanted to use Duan Ling to lead Lang Junxia, ​​but when he saw Duan Ling running out, he thought it was not good. He rushed forward with a quick step and grabbed Duan Ling's back-leader-

Behind the side pillar, Xueliang's sword tip suddenly swung out, and the assassin suddenly pulled the dagger to block it. The "ding" dagger broke into two pieces, and then another sword swept upwards. Lang Junxia's face turned pale and his aura was weak. He raised his sword and staggered at the assassin. However, his steps were floating, and the sword finally broke half an inch.

The assassin escaped from the danger of breaking his stomach. Lang Junxia made a mistake, his eyes turned black, and fell to the ground. Duan Ling shouted, turned around and rushed forward, and leaned on Lang Junxia's back.

The assassin sneered, stepped forward and kicked Duan Ling a long sword on the enclave, grabbed Duan Ling, punched him hard on his face. The punch was like pounding the face. Duan Ling turned his head and was hit hard by his big fist. He immediately "buzzed" in his mind, and his eyes were filled with stars and 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 child, I'll tell you..."

Lang Junxia's lips moved slightly and opened his mouth weakly.

Duan Ling struggled, feeling that his eyes were about to be beaten into his head. Even so, he tried his best to grab the sword that fell to the ground with one hand.

The assassin really underestimated Duan Ling's resistance to punching. How tenacious a person is at a critical moment is actually closely related to the blows he has suffered in his life. Duan Ling has experienced hitting his head against the wall with his head, being hit by a brick, slapped with his fist since he was a child. He has already developed a skill of hitting resistance. He knew that when he was beaten head-on, he should avoid the bridge of his nose and temples and use his eye sockets to greet the other party's fist.

The assassin leaned forward a little and saw behind him from Lang Junxia's clear pupils. Duan Ling picked up Lang Junxia's sword and pounced on him...

It was almost time for the assassin to turn around, when Duan Ling suddenly came from behind him and □□ the back of his neck. The sharp sword made a slight sound, nailing the assassin to the ground.

"I……"

The assassin's pupils spread, and he could not believe that he died in the hands of a weak child. He scratched the snow twice with one hand, and the trachea on the back of his neck was pierced and he died immediately.

The last bit of the assassin's breath disappeared, and there were only snowflakes in the world. This was Duan Ling's first murder. He looked at the assassin with blood all over his hands and face in disbelief, then rolled and crawled, approaching Lang Junxia and pounced in Lang Junxia's arms.

Lang Junxia closed his eyes and hugged Duan Ling in his arms. Duan Ling turned his head in fear and saw that the assassin still had his eyes closed and stared at them with his eyes. Lang Junxia raised his hand again, covering Duan Ling's eyes and told him not to look at him again.

Half an hour later.

"Who?!"

The goshawks hovered over the city, and the officers and soldiers patrolling the night finally found the figure of the young man, galloping on his horse, the young man pointed his lips and whistled several times, but no one answered in the wind and snow.

More and more officers and soldiers were surrounded from all directions with bird whistles. The young man left the roof, fell into the alley, turned in the snow, and threw away the pursuers. As soon as he left the alley, more pursuers came.

The young man dared not fall in love with the battle and retreated. His steps were like duckweed in the water, leaving a shallow line of footprints in the snow. Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers in front surrounded him and bent their bows and arrows. However, before the formation was ready, the young man turned around and shook, and countless black arrows like cows were shining out of his robe.

The patrol guards in front of him rode on horseback and roared, "Who is being arrogant in Shangjing!"

Seeing that the galloping horse was about to collide with the man, the man quickly took off his hat and waved his hand. The guard instantly fell back from the horse. After passing by, the hat flew back, and the young man caught it, put it on his head, stopped talking, jumped into the alley, and there was no trace again.

The riots stopped, and the cavalry knocked on door to door to search for their accomplices.

Duan Ling caught fire in the room, asked Lang Junxia to lie on the bed, put Jinchuang medicine on him, and then chopped a piece of ginseng into a kettle and cooked it.

"Where did ginseng come from?" Lang Junxia asked with his eyes closed.

"It was stole in the pharmacy." Duan Ling said: "Why are someone here to kill you? Is it a bad guy?"

Lang Junxia replied, "Twelve days ago, I went to Huchang City to do business. I was discovered by the assassin Wu Du and could not follow him. I wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but the man was extremely cunning. I was hit by his chain of tricks and had a hasty fight, but I was seriously injured. I tried all my strength to get rid of him at the foot of Alkin Mountain."

"Is it... the dead man in black?" Duan Ling asked.

"No." Lang Junxia replied with his eyes closed: "The man in black outside is called 'Zhu'. He is a member of Chen Guoying's film team. The film team and Wu Du have never dealt with each other. He expected to follow me to Shangjing and plan to take over this great achievement. Unexpectedly, by chance, he died at your hands."

It turned out that Lang Junxia had not come to pick him up, but he went to do business. Where is Hu Changcheng? Duan Ling was full of questions. 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's instructions. The body was still wide and his eyes were wide open. I wonder if it would turn into a ghost to come to him to seek his life at night. As soon as he finished this, he took off his blood-stained outer robe and put on a single dress. There was a sound of horse hooves passing by outside the door.
Chapter completed!