"Let me go!" Tian Wu's eyes showed a trace of despair and panic, and he struggled desperately.
At this moment, Ma Xiaoyao suddenly felt a cramp in his stomach. This pain was like hundreds of knives cutting and slashing in his stomach. The pain could not be expressed in words. Ma Xiaoyao groaned in pain.
With a sound, the arm holding Tian Wu relaxed a little...
Tian Wu felt the change in Ma Xiaoyao and hurriedly struggled hard. Finally... when he was still a few centimeters away from the cliff, Tian Wu pushed Ma Xiaoyao away... and then Tian Wu kicked Ma Xiaoyao hard on the chest.
, "Bump..." Ma Xiaoyao's body weighing more than 100 kilograms instantly fell off the cliff.
The moment he fell off the cliff, Ma Xiaoyao closed his eyes in despair, it was over, everything was over!
Tian Wu calmed down, and then cautiously looked down the cliff. He felt a little dizzy at first glance, because the cliff was really too high, and there was so much smoke below that he couldn't see the bottom. He took a deep breath, and Tian Wu turned his head again.
I felt a little better this time. According to Tian Wu's experience, this cliff is at least a thousand meters high, or even higher... If Ma Xiaoyao falls from here, he will definitely die, and Ma Xiaoyao will definitely die.
Even if he is not thrown to death by luck, he will be poisoned to death. In a word: Ma Xiaoyao is dead!
Looking at the bottomless cliff, Tian Wu breathed out gently: "Ma Xiaoyao, don't blame me, I was forced to have no choice."
…
There is a small river at the bottom of the cliff. The water is crystal clear. The fish keep coming out of the water. After spitting out a string of bubbles, they immediately dive into the water and swim away. After a while, the fish come out of the water again and continue spitting bubbles.
Then we wandered around again and had a great time.
This small river is winding and winding, with no end as far as the eye can see. If you walk along the small river towards the east, you will find a grassland to the east. It is green and grows various grasses. It looks like a miniature version of the river.
of grassland.
At this moment, there is a group of men galloping on the grassland. These men are dressed very strangely. They have turbans on their heads, long gowns, a pair of long cloth shoes on their feet, and a scimitar in their hands.
Stop shouting...
"Huh? It looks like there's a man lying down there!" A black-faced man suddenly reined in his horse, pointed to the river and shouted.
Others also reined in their horses and looked up, and sure enough they saw a person lying on the bank of the river. Judging from the outline, it should be a man, but the man's dress was a bit... nondescript...
"Come over and have a look!" The black-faced man clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse carried the black-faced man and ran toward the river. The other men on horseback followed suit. In the blink of an eye, everyone arrived at the river.
"This man's face is unfamiliar!"
"The clothes are also very strange..."
"He is not from here."
"Could it be... that they came in from outside?"
…
Everyone was whispering and discussing.
The man lying by the river was none other than Ma Xiaoyao. To say that this Ma Xiaoyao was really lucky. After he fell from the cliff, he fell directly into the river. With the buffer of the river, Ma Xiaoyao was not thrown on the spot.
die,
"Whoosh!" The black-faced man turned over and dismounted, then squatted down and started to check Ma Xiaoyao's condition: "Huh? This man is poisoned!"
"Poisoned? What kind of poison?" Other men gathered around.
"It's a very overbearing poison." The black-faced man reached out and held Ma Xiaoyao's wrist: "The pulse is very weak. This guy has been deeply poisoned. He probably won't live long... Huh? What is this?" The black-faced man suddenly said
Seeing something pressed under Ma Xiaoyao, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black dagger. The black-faced man stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger: "This dagger looks familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere?"
"This...this dagger...is very similar to the Hongyun dagger carried by the village leader..." a short man said suddenly.
"The red cloud dagger of the village master?" The black-faced man's eyes suddenly widened: "Don't tell me, this black dagger is indeed very similar to the village master's red cloud dagger... By the way, I remembered one thing, a few years ago I
I heard from the leader of the village that the Hongyun daggers were originally a pair, but our ancestors later gave one of the daggers to a good friend...could it be this dagger?"
"It's very possible...Old Hei, this man might be the descendant of a good friend of our ancestors. We should save him." The short man said with a serious expression.
"Let's go, transport this man back to the village, and let the village master handle it." After saying that, the black-faced man reached out to pick up the severely unconscious horse Xiaoyao, then rode the horse and ran away into the distance, and the other men quickly followed.
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Inside a spacious wooden house.
Ma Xiaoyao was lying on a wooden bed, his eyes closed and motionless.
Standing beside the bed was a middle-aged man wearing ancient robes. At this moment, he was holding two daggers, a red dagger and a black dagger. He put the two daggers together and compared them, and then slightly
Nodding: "Yes, this black dagger is indeed the one sent by the ancestors..."
"So, this poisoned man is indeed the descendant of his ancestor's friend?" An old man with white hair walked over from the side.
The middle-aged man nodded: "That should be the case, second uncle. Since this man is the descendant of our ancestor's friend, we should save him."
"I just checked. The poison in this man is very serious, and the poison has spread to the internal organs. It is difficult to save him..." the old man said with a frown.
"No, we can save him." The middle-aged man said with certainty.
"Is there any way you can save him... uh..." The old man suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly widened: "You... you want to use the holy medicine?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes."
"You're crazy!" the old man said angrily: "The holy medicine is a treasure passed down from the ancestors, and it is something that every village leader uses to save his life. Hundreds of years have passed, and there are only three holy medicines left. You actually want to use the holy medicine to save one person?"
Irrelevant people..."
"How can he be an unrelated person?" The middle-aged man shook his head: "He is most likely a descendant of an ancestor's friend, and he can also be regarded as our relative. We should save him both emotionally and rationally..."
Here, the middle-aged man paused: "If my ancestors knew about this, he would definitely agree with what I did."
"Do you really want to use the holy medicine to save him?" The old man glared at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes."
"You have thought clearly!" The old man's voice suddenly rose: "Although you are the leader of the village, you only have the right to use a holy medicine. If you give the holy medicine to this strange man, you will not be able to use it again if you encounter any danger in the future.
You have to use the holy medicine...you must think clearly! Is it worth paying so much for a stranger whose identity is still unknown?"
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "I have thought clearly, I must save this person."
"You...you..." The old man was trembling with anger: "Sooner or later you will regret it!" After saying that, the old man left the room angrily.
"Alas..." the middle-aged man sighed softly: "Second uncle, I have my own reasons for doing this... On the one hand, this man is probably the descendant of my ancestor's friend. I can't just ignore it. On the other hand, I can't help him."
On the other hand, this man came in from outside, and I need to inquire about the situation outside from his mouth...and my daughter...also needs him..." At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man's voice became smaller and smaller.
At this moment, the unconscious Ma Xiaoyao suddenly began to tremble violently, his face became extremely pale, and his breathing was intermittent.
"No! It's too late!" The middle-aged man's expression changed and he hurriedly turned around and ran into the inner room. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man ran out of the inner room with a wooden box and pressed it lightly with his fingers.
The wooden box was opened, and a faint fragrance floated out from the box. The middle-aged man just took a sip and felt a hundred times more energetic. He carefully took out a white pill from the wooden box and hesitated for a moment.
Then he stuffed the elixir into Ma Xiaoyao's mouth.
The elixir melts in your mouth and flows down Ma Xiaoyao's throat into your internal organs instantly...
It's strange to say that after taking the elixir, Ma Xiaoyao's body no longer trembled, his face became a little rosy, and his breathing became smoother.
"Holy medicine is indeed a holy medicine! No matter how deeply poisoned a person is, as long as he still has breath, he can be revived! It's incredible..." The middle-aged man sighed: "It's a pity that the recipe was lost..." The middle-aged man sighed
The man reached out and held Ma Xiaoyao's wrist, "Well, although the pulse is still very weak, it is generally stable... This guy's life should be saved." After confirming that Ma Xiaoyao was safe and sound, the middle-aged man turned and left the house.
Before leaving, he closed the door.
Although Ma Xiaoyao's life was saved, it would still take some time to remove all the poison from his body. As for when he would wake up, it would depend on the extent of Ma Xiaoyao's physical recovery.
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Zhang Shan was feeling happy and sad at the moment. He was happy that all the tomb robbers were caught, and even the mysterious boss hiding behind Liu Hao was caught. What Zhang Shan didn't expect was that this mysterious boss turned out to be
A famous figure, his status in China is not low. Zhang Shan's contribution to catching such a big fish is not small. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be rewarded by his superiors. What is worrying is that Ma Xiaoyao is missing.
Zhang Shan sent a large number of police to search the mountain, but no trace of Ma Xiaoyao was found, which made Zhang Shan anxious.
Regarding Ma Xiaoyao's disappearance, people from all walks of life had different reactions. Some were gloating, some were sighing, and some were applauding. The two most anxious people were Liu Yuncai, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and Liu Yuncai, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.
Lei Dazhuang, since Ma Xiaoyao disappeared, Liu Yuncai made more than a dozen calls to Zhang Shan in one day, ordering Zhang Shan to find Ma Xiaoyao no matter what the cost, and to see Ma Xiaoyao alive and his body after death.
