As soon as the light came on, Hong Dou also saw something strange about Hong Xiguan, and she exclaimed without pushing him away.
Jiang Wen lit a lamp and straightened Hong Xiguan's body. He found that his face was blue, his breath was weak, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible, which was very shocking.
"Poisonous gas attacks the heart?!"
After checking Hong Xiguan's body again, he finally found that on his left hand holding the gun, there was a deep scratch left by Ma Ning'er's poisonous claws. The poisonous blood had solidified at this moment, and was black with purple. The poison was very serious.
Jiang Wen took a breath of cold air, "This guy has been poisoned for a long time. He probably kept it secret for fear of delaying the rescue of the Little Fifth Ancestor. He activated his inner energy along the way, and his energy and blood kept churning. The poison had already spread throughout his body.
When the heart is paralyzed, even Daluo Jinxian will be unable to save him!"
"Then what should I do! He can't die!"
Hongdou said anxiously, constantly checking Hong Xiguan's breathing and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
When Jiang Wen saw this, he could only praise him for being a man, and he should be more careful in the next life. If he could endure the poisonous pain to this point, would he realize that he had lost his head after the battle?
"Don't panic, I am a master of witch doctors, musicians, and musicians. I will perform an operation to bleed him after I have paid my respects to Master Pasteur!"
After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he took out a small knife from the sole of his shoe, wiped it clean and put it on the fire to roast. While he was wondering whether the Heavenly Lord was not born yet, was there any use in worshiping him?
Well, maybe we should pay homage to Hua Tuo. Since ancient times, there has never been a person who still had arm pain after having his head cut off. It can be seen that the root of the arm injury lies in the head. If I cut off his head, I won't be afraid of being poisoned!
The red-hot knife cut open the skin, and the venom sprayed out instantly, falling on the ground covered with weeds, killing all the vegetation on contact.
Jiang Wen couldn't help but frowned. Ma Ning'er's body was full of this kind of biological toxin. How did he move freely and be so strong?
Soon, the poisonous blood was dripping to the ground. Jiang Wen took advantage of the opportunity and inserted a silver needle into the key points, and started massaging the blood vessels from his neck to his arms, allowing the poisonous blood to flow back and force it out little by little.
"Taoist Priest, how is he?" Hongdou saw Hong Xiguan's face turn red and his breathing gradually stabilized, and finally had the courage to ask.
"There is still some toxicity that has not been removed and is entering the heart along the blood vessels."
Jiang Wen was also sweating profusely, "Don't think that a rosy complexion is good. Immortal Master Tao Hongjing once said that chest tightness, nausea, and a face as red as fresh makeup are serious heart diseases and need to be treated with Daxiexin Decoction."
Looking at the slow sky outside, he applied a few more needles to prick Hong Xiguan's large acupuncture points.
"Miss Hongdou, I know there is medicine on this mountain that can be boiled into a heart-relieving soup. For now, let's seal his heart veins and make his heartbeat slow. You must take good care of him!"
If Official Hong Xi dies, how can Chen Jinnan's plan continue?
Jiang Wen wiped the sweat from his head and determined that God was going to hurt him alone.
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As Jiang Wen left in a hurry, only Hongdou and the unconscious Hong Xiguan were left in the shabby farmhouse.
Looking through the narrow wooden window, the sky seems to be blocked by a dirty black cloth, with little bits of light leaking out, looking more like malicious outside prying eyes.
The cold wind blew the swaying window lattice, and the bright moon tilted towards the house without meaning. The flowing moonlight was a bit sticky and a bit dim. When the moonlight was wrapped by the floating clouds, it was like hazy glass. It was just an insignificant part of this miserable night.
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After blowing out the oil lamp, Hongdou took Hong Xiguan to the corner, because that narrow window always made her feel uneasy. At this time, blindfolding herself or others might be the best way.
I don't see it, and it doesn't see me,
There seems to be a big bird chirping in the sky, which can be heard for an unknown distance. It is so sad and heart-wrenching.
Hongdou asked herself that she was not a timid woman, and that there was no time when the snitch had not walked on the tip of a knife.
But even in the current atmosphere, where her mother's whereabouts were unknown, Jiang Wen's medicine collection was nowhere to be found, and Hong Xiguan fell into a coma again, suddenly falling from the group back to being alone, she couldn't help but feel a slight chill in her body.
On the night of her first burglary, Zhu Xiaoqian went to the Yangzhou Salt Merchant Garden Mansion to investigate, and she stayed on the roof to watch.
She opened the roof tiles to see clearly what was going on inside the house, but suddenly she saw a white shadow floating quietly in the ancient well in the distance, wandering in the plum blossom forest that was neither sparse nor dense...
Unknowingly, she was leaning against Hong Xiguan. Only when she saw his stern profile and thought of the way he held the cold gun in his hand could she feel her breathing ease.
Maybe her mother also knew about her heartache, so she accompanied her daughter to cheat on wealthy families, Hongdou thought...
Footsteps.
Hong Dou's heart, which had just fallen into memories, suddenly picked it up again, and after her breathing paused, she began to listen.
Maybe my mother came with the children, or maybe Jiang Daojiang collected all the herbs not far from home?
Hongdou persuaded herself in this way, forcing herself to continue listening and not recall the rustling footsteps of the white shadow in the well stepping on the branches.
One step, two steps...
Hongdou's heart slowly relaxed. It was not Jiang Wen, but more likely that her mother was back!
Three steps, four steps...
The sound gradually approached, and the direction was clear. Relying on my practiced listening and positioning skills, I could already imagine the posture of the person coming. He should be hunched over, with a body lighter than ordinary people, walking straight away.
Five steps, six steps...
They all have such postures, so they must be children! Practicing Qinggong requires a light body, which is different from ordinary people. It is impossible for so many Qinggong masters to start holding hands and holding hands side by side.
The seventh step...
The eighth step!
The ninth step!!
The tenth step!!!
Hongdou was already confused. She had just persuaded herself to give up distracting thoughts, and she had confirmed in her heart that the people coming were her mother Zhu Xiaoqian and her children, but now the footsteps were getting louder and louder, and the directions were scattered around!
How could the children pull up the search net and come forward bit by bit!
The strong sense of oppression turned into suffocation. Hongdou grabbed something randomly with both hands until her fingers touched the fatal choke gun dropped by Hong Xiguan. The coldness on the weapon that pierced her soul and carried murderous intent made her wake up as if from a dream.
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With so many people, the Qing army must be chasing them!
Hong Dou bit her lower lip with a gloomy expression. Did the worst happen? The children fell into the hands of the Qing soldiers again, and Qinggong masters were sent to arrest her?!
The eight-year-old Hongdou once looked pale and crawled on the roof, lowering her body to the ridge of the roof. Rows of eaves immortals and auspicious beasts who brought blessings and longevity were only a few feet away from her young self, but they all carried the same feeling as the daytime.
Different grins.
That white shadow is still patrolling, sometimes floating to the treetops, sometimes swaying against the ground, its fluttering skirt brushing the ground but leaving no trace. It has moved from the dwarf tree to the high branch. Maybe at some point, it will look straight at the roof.
Stare at yourself with the mossy green eyes of Gujing's stagnant water...
The memory of childhood suddenly came alive, and Hongdou tried his best to remind himself that he now has martial arts, and the light skill of flying over walls and flying over walls!
But then I thought about it, what kind of light skill can appear and disappear like a white shadow?
"You must run first, don't let others surround you!"
This thought came out casually, and Hong Dou's desire to live could no longer be suppressed. She looked to her side, and saw Hong Xiguan still unconscious, with four silver needles inserted into his chest.
The sound of rustling footsteps is getting closer and closer, passing over the broken walls and ruins. They are silent among each other. They have already approached the hiding house, but they seem to be frightened by something, and they hesitate to take action...
It's Qing soldiers!
They must be afraid of Hong Xiguan!
Hongdou gritted her teeth hard, and the sweet blood rolled down her lips. She was determined not to sit still and wait for death. She could not be like in her memory, where she was not found by her mother on the roof until dawn, with her face turning pale and talking nonsense.
She held Hong Xiguan in one hand and grabbed the fatal choke gun in the other. These weights made it difficult for her to move freely, but they gave her a sense of security.
She took the opportunity to gently push open the firewood door at the back of the house, and the door hinge made a squeaking sound.
You don't need anyone to teach you how to make a fool of yourself. Hongdou grabbed the rotten pork that Jiang Wen threw on the ground and threw it out of the window far away with a hidden weapon!
The sound is instantly noisy!
Hongdou jumped into the field without hesitation, intending to escape deep into the woods after a brief encounter with the Qing army!
But after running a long way, when she looked back, she still heard the sound in her ears, but saw nothing in her eyes.
The scattered sounds were faint and shadowless, as if they had blended into the ground.
Hongdou looked around blankly, and finally found some people lined up in two lines on the deserted path in the center of the village, moving indistinctly.
With pale and bleeding faces, unusually thick make-up, and shabby red and green clothes, this paper-man-like team marched side by side, with extremely stiff postures, and played happily while holding silent instruments. Their movements were ridiculous and terrifying.
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But what they were strutting through in the deserted village, walking coquettishly on their shoulders, was a pair of red lacquer coffins with no lid and a bright and dazzling color...