Sure enough, after only walking a few steps, I saw blood stains near the entrance of the cave. I broke off a branch full of leaves from a nearby tree and used it as a broom to clean it up bit by bit. First, I swept away the footprints, and then used dust
The mud covered the blood stains. When she finally reached an intersection, she sprinkled some blood-stained mud onto another road and threw Rong Jue's suit on that road. After all the arrangements, she was tired
I was sweating profusely and could hardly lift my feet.
I don’t know if I can deceive those people by doing this, so I can only give it a try.
On the way back to the fork, she walked backwards, each foot landing on the previous one. On the way back to the cave, she still used leaves to clean her footprints. Fortunately, she was light and her footprints on the mountain were not deep. Heavy
When I returned to the cave, I saw that Rong Jue had changed from sitting to lying there. Maybe he couldn't hold on any longer.
Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and stared at her, which made her feel uncomfortable. There were so many things in his eyes that she didn't understand, which made her feel flustered.
"What's wrong?" Jian Jian couldn't help but ask. At this time, the silence was more unbearable than ever.
Rong Jue's eyes did not turn away, still staring at her. After a long time, he said quietly: "I thought you would never come back if you left." Then he lowered his eyes and half closed them.
When she heard this, she was startled for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. It wasn't that she didn't want to leave, in fact she was very scared now. She never thought that one day she and Rong Jue would be on the run. If she acted without permission at this time, she might live alone.
If so, let alone Brother Fu and A Ming who were leading the backpackers to search the mountain, even if she walked alone, it would probably be difficult for her to get out of the mountain.
After all, it is not a scenic spot. There are tourists everywhere in the mountain, but there is not a single tourist along the road in this mountain. Let alone the police, when it gets dark, she will not know where she accidentally fell and how she died.
Moreover, Rong Jue was more or less shot because he came to save her. If she left him alone, she wouldn't be able to do it...
Taking a step back, if Rong Jue is lucky enough to escape from here and ascend to heaven, then she may not be able to solve the problem simply by dying, and her end will definitely be worse than death. So she still stays calmly.
Let him.
Jian Jian didn't care what Rong Jue thought. He walked up to him, turned over his back, and checked his injuries. The bullet was still inside, and if he didn't take it out, his life would be in danger. But there were no medical facilities at the moment, so he couldn't.
What should we do if there is no doctor here?
"Do you know anything about nursing?" came his muffled voice. She understood what he meant, and both of them understood that the situation was dangerous. If the bullets were not taken for a long time, they might not have to wait for others to come to the door, and they would have to follow him directly.
King Yama went to drink. He gritted his teeth and made great determination and said: "Okay, if you know something, I will help you take out the bullet."
He turned back to look at her with questioning eyes, "Can you?" His original intention was to ask her to find some cloth to help bandage it, but he didn't expect her to say this. Looking at this look, he understood what he meant just by thinking about it, and he suddenly felt
It was extremely embarrassing. Fortunately, she still struggled with it for so long. It turned out that he just asked casually.
But the big words have already been spoken, so I can only bite the bullet and say: "Well, I know a little bit, and I can treat a dead horse as a living doctor." What I didn't say in my heart was that I once helped bandage the foot injury of her family Ah Huang, but that was when he was a child, and Ah Huang
Huang was a native dog she raised. Later, Huang... stopped recalling and wiped away the look in his eyes.
Rong Jue gritted his teeth and choked out a sentence: "I'm not dead yet! Where did the dead horse come from?"
Jian Jian stared with round eyes: "Isn't it just an analogy? As for being so literal-minded." But he suddenly laughed, a hearty laugh, and a deep voice came out of his throat. His voice was already magnetic and beautiful, and at this time
Due to the injury, he is a little more hoarse, but it does not affect the quality of his voice.
She looked at him like a monster. How could he still laugh in such a harsh environment? She couldn't.
"Come on, even though I'm not a dead horse, I can only serve as a white mouse for you." His bright black eyes looked at her, full of smiles. She didn't understand what was ridiculous about her words, but she couldn't help it.
She didn't admit it, because of his smile, the stagnant atmosphere relaxed a lot. And her tense heart also relaxed a little, and her whole body became stiff when she was no longer nervous.
Perhaps, this is exactly what Rong Jue wants to achieve.
With her tense mood just now, her hands and feet were stiff. Let alone taking out the bullet, it was a question of whether she could touch it. Now that she had decided, she started to make preparations. Rong Jue took it out of his pocket.
He took off the key chain and took off the military knife. When he handed it over with a smile, his eyes moved with ridicule.
He immediately thought that he had used this saber to open her clothes when he was drunk the day before yesterday. Damn it, at this time, he could still think of this! I only heard him say jokingly: "Don't look at me like this, I can't help it.
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She simply rolled her eyes and ignored him. This man could never do without his yellow accent. He used a lighter to smoke the dagger for a while, then walked to him, tore off a few strips of cloth from the hem of his shirt, and then turned around again.
Find a thick branch, cut it into a small stick, and hand it to him.
He asked questions with his eyes, expressing confusion.
"The strips of cloth are for bandaging the wound later, and the stick is for you to bite, so you can't scream in pain." If his cry of pain alerted the people searching the mountain, they would all be dead. With his current condition
In this state, it is definitely impossible to fight with others anymore.
Rong Jue laughed directly, then looked at her, only taking the cloth strip in his hand, not the stick, "No need for that, come on."
For a moment, I actually felt that he was a little heroic, like those revolutionary movies I watched on TV, where he looked down upon death, right? If a man wants to show his strong side in front of a woman, she usually doesn't want to lose face. She planned to do it just in case.
When he screamed out in pain, he immediately covered his mouth tightly with his hands.
So she raised her eyebrows, motioned for him to turn his back and lie down, and started her first "surgery" under the light of the previously lit fire. She didn't know whether it was because she was not skilled enough the first time, or because of that.
The bullet was too small. After cutting the bloody wound with a dagger, the tip of the knife could not touch anything hard.
She didn't mean to punish Rong Jue, nor did she mean to retaliate and cause him pain. It was because her level was limited and the light was insufficient. In the end, she just couldn't. She threw the dagger aside and dug in with her index finger. After inserting nearly half of her finger, she finally touched it.
When I got to the bullet, I pinched it between my two fingers and pulled it out.
Her ears could hear his extremely heavy gasps and gasps, but there was no cry of pain. It had to be said that this man's will was beyond imagination, which impressed her.
After taking out the bullet, I simply used the prepared cloth to bandage his wound. There was no good hemostatic medicine, and it was impossible to transfuse blood, so I had to make do with it. When tying the knot, my hands were not enough, so I had to bite the cloth with my mouth.
Because the belt had to go around his entire back from his chest, it almost hugged his body. From time to time, his lips would touch his skin, and his breath would seem to pass over his shoulders. That situation...
...very ambiguous.
If someone walked in at this time, he might think that she was molesting him. She thought in amusement, but her hands did not stop. After tying the last knot and preparing to withdraw, Rong Jue's lips pressed against hers.
Side face.
He suddenly froze in place, breathing a little quickly. He just kissed her and then stepped back.
She was a little surprised. This man never suppressed his desires. Whenever he thought about it, he would ignore it and sweep it like a strong wind. It was just a pure kiss like this, which really didn't look like him.
She tilted her head to look at him and met his smiling eyes.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him, but she was extremely annoyed in her heart. She was so nervous that she broke out in a sweat while trying to get the bullet for him. He could actually keep his face calm, talk and laugh calmly, and even... take the opportunity to take advantage of it. What kind of life has he been living all this time?
What makes him so calm in the face of danger?
She has been following him for a while, and every time she sees Rong Jue, he is aloof, with a devilish smile on his face, and a calm and confident look on his face. Even Uncle Hai, who has been involved in the underworld for decades, is in front of him.
It's just a little person who can be crushed to death in his palm at any time. Such a person must have a strong background and her immeasurable power.
She never thought that Rong Jue would have such a day, that he would be injured, bleed, and even his blood would be red. She had always flattered her on the face, but often slandered her behind her back, thinking that this man was a lunatic and a lunatic. When she saw him
She should feel happy to be in such a miserable state, but when their lives are linked, she has to worry about them.
Alas, after living with a madman for a long time, even she became conflicted. As long as it was related to Rong Jue, it would always be out of control. It was obvious that she was on the right track, but suddenly something unexpected happened.
I really don’t know if he got crazy and took her to the cemetery to pay homage, and then entered the mountain of thieves, and now she is like this.
It's dark, and it's very cold in the cave. It's already late autumn. They say that the cold nights in late autumn are even colder than early winter, and it's even worse in the mountains. The wind is blowing. I even lit a fire to keep warm, but I'm helping Rong Jue take out the bullets.
Then it was put out, because fire is the easiest way to expose the target. At this emergency moment, you can only be careful at all times.
Seeing Rong Jue closing his eyes tiredly, sleep was the best medicine for him at this time. Only rest could restore his physical strength. After losing so much blood, he might have reached his limit. After a brief listen outside, except for the sound of the wind,
There was no other sound. This day was already beyond her physical capacity, and she relied solely on her will to hold on.
I leaned against the rock and closed my eyes, planning to take a short break.
Maybe the danger was not over, and the nervousness was still hanging on. Coupled with the coldness in the cave, she huddled up into a ball and still couldn't sleep. Because it was quiet, even the slightest sound would attract attention.
Rong Jue's breathing became heavier and heavier. She sat up and felt something was wrong with him. She walked over and touched his forehead. The hot temperature burned her hand. She thought to herself that it was bad. If he had a fever at this time, it would be serious.
It is extremely dangerous because the wound may become inflamed and infected.