Half of Song Kun's palm flew out, his throat was pinched tightly, and he couldn't make a loud sound. The emotions caused by the severe pain and panic were almost exploding. Song Kun's limbs and body fought desperately
He squirmed, but Mustache held his vital part with one hand, preventing him from resisting.
The flying blood splashed all over the mustache, and the people who were shouting shut their mouths in unison as this scene appeared. They were not people who had never seen blood. In this circle, no one's hands would be the same.
It would be clean, but the cold mustache cut off Song Kun's palm without even blinking. His expression seemed to be frozen. Someone swallowed and stared at Song Kun's cut off palm, and was stunned for an instant.
.
Mustache still didn't notice the sound of these people retreating. He remained silent. The sharp blade at the front of the alloy tube in his hand flashed heavily again. One of Song Kun's calves was almost cut off, leaving only
Bone stubble and a layer of skin connected the severed limb, which was absolutely unbearable pressure and pain.
Yes, it's cruel, very cruel, but Mustache has to do it. He wants to save his own life and Jialuorong's life. He can't rely on his skills to deal with the few surviving people in front of him like he can when his eyes are intact.
If you are an enemy, you can only scare the opponent away in this way.
Song Kun's entire body was being held up by Mustache's hand around his throat. Only a layer of skin on his broken calf hung on his thigh. As his body twisted and swayed uncontrollably, the people on the opposite side began to shrink back.
They opened their mouths in horror, not even daring to look at Song Kun.
"Go away." Mustache ordered the opponent to retreat for the third time. Following this low warning sound, the alloy tube moved again, and Song Kun's other palm flew out with the gushing blood. The broken palm flew very far away, just in time.
Falling at the feet of those people was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing their psychological defenses.
Song Kun's men were different from the real members of the Su-ri organization. Their interests temporarily tied them together. Such an alliance of interests could not stand the test. I don't know who was the first to turn around and run away quickly. The other people immediately followed.
, they were completely frightened.
When these people were running away with their heads in their hands, Mustache suddenly felt severe pain in his eyes. The sudden pain almost made him suffocate. His body couldn't help but tremble back and forth. He felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he immediately dragged the half-dead Song.
Kun, step back step by step.
He didn't know if the toxins remaining in his eyes were about to take effect, but the pain was really unbearable. He suppressed the disturbance caused by the pain to his senses and listened carefully to determine who was really far away.
After that, he called out Jialuorong who was hiding underground. Jialuorong was also frightened by the scene in front of her, but she was more concerned about the mustache. In her eyes, except this man, everything else did not matter.
unimportant.
Mustache felt the pain connected to his heart, as if he wanted to squeeze out the eyeballs in his eyes, but he knew it was not the time to fall down yet, so he dragged Song Kun and Jialuorong and ran forward quickly
, to catch up with the yak cart that had gone far away. The yak cart did not go very far. After running for about twenty minutes, they caught up with the yak that was looking for dry grass in the wilderness.
"Let's go! Go as fast as you can!" Mustache stabbed Song Kun in the heart, pushed him aside and jumped on the yak cart. He couldn't hold on anymore, and the toxins in his eyes swallowed up his vision.
At the same time, it was still affecting his nerves. He felt an irresistible dizziness in his brain. Although he held the car tightly with both hands, he could not control the gradual blurring of his consciousness.
Jialuorong didn't know how to drive a car and seemed to be in a hurry. She suddenly heard a thud behind her and turned around to see Xiaohui collapsed on the car. Jialuorong panicked. She had always regarded Xiaohui as the person she relied on the most.
, she felt that it would be safe to stay with him, but she never thought that she would have to take care of this man.
Jia Luorong shook his mustache vigorously, but the mustache had no consciousness. The surroundings were dark. Jia Luorong looked around in panic. She was a smart girl and knew that crying was useless at this time. The only way
The way out is to send Mustache to the distant temple as soon as possible.
It was a long road. Jia Luorong drove the yak hard, but the yak never moved fast. She walked from night to day, and from day to night, without even taking a sip of water. She was very scared because
Xiao Hu never woke up. She was afraid that when she was driving in the car, she would suddenly find that Xiao Hu was not breathing when she looked back.
It took her two days to get closer to her destination, but the temple was in the mountains. In the end, even the yak cart couldn't move. Jialuorong gritted his teeth, jumped out of the car, and tried his best to lift the unconscious little boy.
Huzi dragged him to the car and carried him on his back. Little
Although the beard is strong, it weighs more than 100 kilograms. This is a very heavy burden for the weak Jia Luorong. After walking only a few steps, Jia Luorong was a little out of breath. She subconsciously looked into the distance.
Looking around, I saw that the road was even more difficult to walk through the continuous mountains.
Jialuorong walked very hard and slowly, but she never stopped. Her tenacity was out of proportion to her appearance. Her legs were numb as she walked mechanically step by step. She walked far.
, Jialuorong couldn't hold on any longer, and she suddenly burst into tears.
She cried, not because she was crying, but because she felt that she was unable to send this man over as soon as possible. She cried, but she still gritted her teeth and walked.
After walking a few steps, her legs became unbearable and she fell to the ground. Every time at this time, Jialuorong would spend almost ten minutes getting up again and putting her mustache on her back again.
On her back, she continued to walk forward. Every time she fell, she would always lie on the ground, lest her mustache would get a little bump.
She didn't know how many times she fell. Her forehead was bruised, and blood flowed down her snow-white cheeks. She didn't wipe the blood, fearing that the short time it would take to wipe the blood would delay her mustache, and let the blood flow from her forehead.
Blood solidified on his face.
In the end, she really couldn't take another step. Jia Luorong tripped over a stone. She fell down this time and had no strength to stand up. However, Jia Luorong lay on her side on the ground and hugged her mustache.
In her arms, she crawled forward bit by bit, and she crawled forward in this posture. Gradually, the clothes outside her elbows were worn through, and the clothes were soaked with blood.
She didn't know how long she had been climbing. The second night she entered this mountainous area, she saw the lights in the temple in the distance. But even at this visual distance, it took her four hours to climb.
, it was not until late at night that we actually climbed outside the temple gate.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is an incredible miracle that Jia Luorong can persist all the way here. I don’t know what is supporting her faith and soul. When she arrived outside the temple gate, she could not even stand up.
No more, but still crawling slowly, leaving a faint trail of blood on the steps outside the temple gate.
Jialuorong slapped the door of the temple hard. After a while, the monk on guard opened the door. When he saw the almost inhuman Tibetan girl outside the door, he was slightly surprised. Jialuorong grabbed her
She touched the monk's trousers and tried her best to gesture at him, but the monk couldn't understand her gestures. Jialuorong didn't bother to take out a pen and paper, so he dipped his fingers in the blood on his elbow and stood on the ground outside the temple gate.
On it, write it word by word.
She briefly wrote down the situation, saying that she knew there was a guru who was proficient in Tibetan medicine in the temple, and she hoped to beg the guru to save her.
The monk who was guarding the watch couldn't understand this Tibetan girl at once, but he could tell that this delicate girl might have gone through a lot of hardships to find this place. He carefully read the handwriting written by Jialuorong on the ground.
, looked at the unconscious Mustache again, and then frowned.
The monk asked Jia Luorong if he could hear what he said, and Jia Luorong nodded desperately.
"Master Mentso is proficient in medical skills." The monk said to Gyalorong in Tibetan: "However, the master is practicing the secret method and he does not see outsiders."
Jialuorong's tears immediately overflowed from her eyes. She hurriedly stretched out a hand to grab the monk's trousers and shook them hard. Her eyes and expression were full of pleading. She couldn't explain how she was
She climbed here step by step. She just wanted to save this man and heal his eyes.
"It's really not possible." The watchful monk looked very embarrassed. It could be seen that he wanted to help Jia Luorong, but no one could disturb Master Mencuo's practice. He shook his head slowly, as if he couldn't bear to look at Jia Luorong anymore.
Luorong.
"Please! Please!" Jia Luorong stretched out her fingers and wrote hard on the ground. She couldn't make a sound, but she cried like she was about to faint.
Tears fell drop by drop on the words written in blood. The monk who was watching the watch hesitated. He couldn't bear to reject Jialuorong directly, but he couldn't disturb the master.
The monk's hesitation made Jialuorong even more uneasy. She struggled to get up and knelt down in front of the monk with a thud. The monk who was watching the watch panicked. He wanted to pull Jialuorong up, but this Tibetan who weighed less than 100 pounds couldn't
The girl, at this moment, was like a heavy mountain, kneeling deeply on the ground, unable to pull up no matter how hard she tried.
Jia Luorong did not write or gesture any more, but her eyes that kept weeping said everything. She knelt in front of the monk, hoping to be accommodating for once.
"This...is really..." The watchful monk waved his hands back and forth anxiously.
Bang!
Jia Luorong's waist suddenly bent, and her forehead hit the ground hard, making a muffled sound. This hit was very hard, and the old wound on her forehead was suddenly re-opened, and blood flowed down her face.
drop.
"Don't be like this!" The monk hurriedly went to pull Jialuorong, but he was still a step too late.
Bang!
Jialuorong's forehead hit the hard stone ground again. She slowly raised her head, and her tears were completely mixed with the blood. She seemed to feel no pain, biting her lips and crying, and the tears and blood were all over her face.