At the same time that Yun Shuangshuang was kicked out, the short knife that had been buried in Nangong Jin's body was also pulled out in her hand. Suddenly, a large amount of blood poured out from Nangong Jin's chest, instantly staining a large area of his body red.
This trick is really cruel to catch a turtle in an urn, it is both cruel and effective!
He pressed the wound hard and took two deep breaths.
No wonder he always felt that things were so strange. It turned out that this situation was set up for him from beginning to end, and he only saw it now.
He looked hard at the leading man and said solemnly: "You are indeed the master of the flying eagle."
Only the owner of the Flying Eagle would hate them so much! Although they never understood where this hatred came from, with the confrontation and fighting between the two sides in the past two years, this hatred has already penetrated into everyone's flesh and bone.
It's so deep-rooted that it can never be removed.
But... "Is it my honor to let the master of the Flying Eagle deal with me personally?"
But I didn't expect that the person who controlled all this was not the tomb robber back then, but the people who flew into the eagle. Why did they do this?
His steps were beginning to become a little messy, but he still held on for breath to prevent himself from falling. The stab wounds on his chest and the constant invasion of miasma made his consciousness gradually weaken. What was even more frightening was that after he was injured,
, the blood is stained with miasma, the poisonous gas attacks the heart, and the signs of poisoning are more obvious.
The man just smiled and said, "You can feel honored, but soon someone will be more honored than you."
Nangong Jin clenched his fists, stared at him hard, and wanted to speak, but it became increasingly difficult to breathe, and he began to feel unable to even open his mouth.
"Don't be surprised, the next thing I have to deal with will be inexplicable."
"You..." He took two steps forward and wanted to pounce on him, but his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. After taking two steps, his feet could no longer move an inch.
Everything in front of him gradually became blurry. His body swayed and he knelt down on one knee. But he was still holding on with all his strength, retaining his last breath.
A figure flashed before his eyes, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Someone had already arrived in front of him and kicked him to the ground. After he fell to the ground, he could no longer get up, and he only had the strength to breathe.
"How is it? Doesn't it feel painful?" The man who was still standing there looked at him, with a touch of cruelty and bloodthirsty in his words: "Not only inexplicably, but also Ye Kaixin and Bi Luo, even far away in the other side of Oriental International
Gong Wuyao and Ouyang Yiyi on the other side, I will not let go of any of you Yuzhu people."
He walked a few steps forward to Nangong Jin, knelt down and looked at him, whispering: "And the last person I have to deal with will be your most cherished and cherished baby, Ling Yuxi."
"you……"
"I'll make her scream under me and make her regret everything she did!"
"I'll... kill you!" Nangong Jin gritted his teeth and wanted to get up and rush towards him, but now it was difficult for him to even speak and he couldn't get even closer to him.
"What? Are you feeling distressed?" The man looked at him dying, with a bit of joy and expectation flashing in his eyes, "It will definitely be wonderful, but it's a pity that you may not have the chance to see it."
He suddenly stood up and kicked Nangong Jin, who was almost unconscious.
The tall but weak body was kicked into the corner by him and hit a hard stone wall before stopping.
Nangong Jin vomited out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground, unable to move any further.
"Master, do you want to kill him now?" Yun Shuangshuang walked to the man's side respectfully and asked in a low voice.
The man shook his head, "If you die, it will be over. Only by living can you have the opportunity to become a burden to everyone."
Yun Shuangshuang was slightly startled, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at him again. The master's heart was really cold and hard...
"What? You don't agree?"
"How could it be?" She shook her head quickly and put on a smile.
The man glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "The medicine you take is not a panacea. Put on the mask."
Listening to his words of concern, the corners of Yunshuang's lips moved, and a trace of happiness flashed in her eyes. She nodded with a smile, ran to the corner and put on the mask and protective clothing that they had just taken off.
On the body.
When he looked at Nangong Jin again, he was still lying on the ground panting, and his beautiful eyes could hardly be opened.
For such an outstanding and handsome man to die in this place, she felt a hint of reluctance in her heart. After all, there were not many outstanding men like Nangong Jin in the world, but he was their enemy.
"Master, what should we do now?"
"wait."
He said wait, so everyone just stood there quietly without making any move. His words were imperial edicts to them, and they would always obey whatever he said.
As for what the master is waiting for, although everyone has no idea, no one dares to ask questions.
Several people just waited until Nangong Jin slowly closed his eyes and fell there motionless. Then the master stepped towards him and kicked his body. Although he was not stiff yet, he was not far from the line of death.
He listened attentively for a while, then suddenly smiled slightly: "Let's go."
"But he..." One of them looked at Nangong Jin on the ground, and then at him. When his eyes fell on the tall body of the master, any words he wanted to say were swallowed back in his stomach.
If the master said to leave, then he would leave, and there was no room for them to have the slightest doubt.
But although Nangong Jin looked like he was about to lose his breath, after all, he didn't watch him die with his own eyes and just left like this. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't be picked up and revived by his accomplices, so their whole night was not in vain.
Busy?
The corners of the man's lips moved, and he gave a weird smile. Without saying anything, he strode deep into the secret room. There was a secret passage there that led directly to the outside of the imperial mausoleum.
Several people left like this, and only the dying Nangong Jin was left in the huge secret room.
In the lobby outside the secret room, there were a few messy footsteps approaching from far away.
The first person to break into the door was Bi Luo. She had grown up in a heap of drugs. Ordinary poisonous gases did not have much impact on her. In addition, she had already taken the antidote, so she was not afraid of the miasma in the secret room at all.
The person who came in next was not Ye Kaixin, but Yu Xi who broke free from Zhan Muchen's hold. When she saw Nangong Jin lying in a pool of blood, she screamed in fear and rushed over in panic:
"Ah Jin! Ah Jin, how are you? Wake up! Ah Jin!"
She shook him vigorously, but he seemed to have lost all signs of life, without any reaction, not even opening his eyelids.
Yuxi hugged him and cried out in pain: "Ajin! Wake up, Ajin, don't be okay, don't, wuwu..."