Three hundred and eighty eighth chapter life hangs by a thread
In the dark night, I couldn't see my five fingers. In front of me, there seemed to be a foggy forest with no edges. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands pressed on my shoulders. Han Huawu suddenly turned around and saw that it was Ling Feng.
I saw that he was covered in blood and kept shouting, "Hua Wu, save me, save me..."
"Ling Feng!" Han Huawu suddenly woke up from the dream, and suddenly burst into cold sweat. She frowned. The dream just now was too real, so she almost thought it was real. Although at this moment, she almost thought it was true.
When she woke up, but when she thought about it, she still couldn't help but be afraid. She looked out the window and found that the night was still dark. It should have just been ugly at this moment. How could she suddenly be awakened by a dream?
She couldn't help but ask in her heart that this was really just a dream? She suddenly felt a little scared and could no longer fall asleep peacefully. She quickly put on her clothes and walked out of the room. As soon as she walked out of the room, she heard the sound of footsteps.
The footsteps were in a hurry. Could something have happened? Han Huawu quickly followed the sound and saw that the people coming and going were actually going to Ling Feng's room. Could it be that something happened to him?
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His heart seemed to be suddenly pulled up, and Han Huawu rushed into Ling Feng's room quickly. Ling Feng was lying on the couch, his face pale, his chest had been bandaged, but he could still see blood stains
The bandaged white cloth was dyed red, and a doctor was treating him in front of the bed.
"What the hell happened!" Han Huawu said with a confused look on her face.
Yin Zhuo stepped forward and said, "Miss Han, I am assassinated while inspecting the prison cell and preparing to interrogate the prisoner."
"Assassinated? Why is this happening!" Han Huawu said anxiously: "Who is the murderer? Have you caught him!"
"No, he escaped." Yin Zhuowei frowned and said, "It was the young master who stabbed the master.
"Shaoqing?" Han Huawu couldn't help but take a step back. Although she had heard Ling Feng talk about the Infernal Affairs Plan last night, she did not expect it to be implemented so quickly, nor did she expect that the person would be Shaoqing.
She originally thought that Ling Feng was just talking casually last night and would not go so quickly. She couldn't help but frown and said, "Shaoqing, why did he do this? Why did he do this!"
Yin Zhuo couldn't help but sigh and said, "I didn't expect it would be him, but it was him. He personally took down the man in black who tried to rob the prison, and the man in black was Shaoqing!
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"Shaoqing, he robbed the prison? Why did he robbed the prison?" Han Huawu still couldn't believe it.
"Yes, Shaoqing actually betrayed the adults for the sake of so-called power and surrendered to Cai Zhuo! I also saw him kill Gao Ming with his own hands! That was our good brother who we once lived with every day! How could he be able to do it!
Yes!" Yin Zhuo couldn't help but clench his fists, and it was obvious that he was also extremely disappointed with Shaoqing.
If it was just an accident to kill Gao Ming, then the assassination of the prefect must have been a premeditated. Perhaps he had already been betrayed, but he just refused to believe it.
After listening to Yin Zhuo's words, Han Huawu's heart suddenly became cold. Is this the infernal Affairs that Ling Feng planned? Will Shaoqing change his mind in the middle of the journey, so he really did a fake show and really mean to betray Ling Feng.
, go and go to Cai Zhuo?
Han Huawu stepped forward quickly and asked the doctor who was treating, "Doctor, how are he doing!"
The doctor sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "Sir, he is seriously injured. Although the knife did not stab the atrium, it still stabbed the vital point. I have bandaged him. Now he is dead.
Hanging in a thread, whether he can wake up depends entirely on his luck.”
"Life is hanging on the line? Doctor, what you mean is that if he can't wake up, then..." Han Huawu didn't continue to say the following words, and she was also worried that it would be the result.
"Well," the doctor nodded slightly, "I just hope that the adults can be lucky and have a good fortune and wake up as soon as possible, otherwise I can only prepare for my funeral as soon as possible." After that, the doctor walked out.
"Prepare for funeral?" Han Huawu's heart completely cold. When she heard the words, she couldn't help but stagger back and almost fell to the ground.
"Miss Han," Yin Zhuo quickly supported Han Huawu and comforted him: "Miss Han, he is a good official. He will definitely turn bad luck into good fortune! He will definitely wake up!"
"Thank you," Han Huawu waved her hand and said, "Yin Zhuo, go out, I will inform you when there is anything."
"Yeah!" Yin Zhuo sighed slightly, then quickly walked out of the room, and then closed the door. Before dawn, Qi Ye still occupied Guangming unscrupulously and refused to give in.
Han Huawu sat in front of the couch and held Ling Feng's hand tightly, but found that his hand was getting colder and colder. She subconsciously touched his chest. It was a very deep wound, which was enough to make
Ling Feng was fatal. The doctor said just now that he was powerless and whether he could wake up depends entirely on his own luck.
Thinking of this, Han Huawu's heart was as painful as a needle. I still remember the first time I met Ling Feng, her identity was an assassin who came to assassinate that night she wanted to kill him to avenge her father.
That night, the sword pierced straight into his heart. She thought he was dead, but she didn't expect that he would survive.
Later that day in the Water Curtain Cave, Ling Feng said that he was just resurrecting the soul with a corpse. He was not the so-called Liang Wentian, but just Ling Feng, a person who was completely different from Liang Wentian. Perhaps what he said was
It's true, he is really Ling Feng, not Liang Wentian.
No matter who he is, Liang Wentian or Ling Feng, this cannot change the fact that Han Huawu has fallen in love with him. She will not change from the moment she falls in love with him, but now the person she likes is lying on the couch and moving.
He didn't move, could he really never wake up again?
Han Huawu held Ling Feng's hand tightly, letting his cold hand touch her warm face. Tears in her eyes finally couldn't help but slide down from her eyes, "Ling Feng, what happened? Can you tell me?
Why did you suddenly lie here? Why did Shaoqing assassinate you? Is it your instructive or did he really want to betray you and turn to Cai Zhuo?"
"No matter what it is, it's fine. Now I just need you to wake up," tears kept sliding down like a dam, "Ling Feng, don't scare me, you must wake up, we still
There are many things that have not been done. You can't die. You promised you to marry Liu Die with me in the eight-carrying sedan chair. You can't break your promise, you can't..."
How could Ling Feng answer her words at this moment? Although Shaoqing's sword was not enough to make him fatal, it was enough to cause him to suffer a heavy blow. It would be impossible to recover for a moment.
Maybe she was too tired, Han Huawu fell asleep while lying beside Ling Feng. Even when she was sleeping, she did not let go of Ling Feng's hand, but kept holding it tightly. She wanted to
I knew that he woke up immediately, and the person he saw after waking up was her!