As soon as the door was opened, a soft body fell into Xia Yu's arms. This woman was wearing a tight-fitting black night clothes, showing off her graceful body curves. This person was none other than Qisha.
The rich smell of blood also contained a hint of strange fragrance. Xia Yu frowned, immediately looked at both sides of the door warily, and then carefully brought Qisha in.
Qisha has fallen into a coma. There is a thin arrow stuck in her back. About 20 centimeters of the scissor rod are exposed. I don’t know how much flesh is inserted into it.
Xia Yu quickly put Qisha face down on the bed and tore off the clothes from her back. On the smooth jade back, there was a scary black stain.
The skin and flesh of the arrow wound had swollen, and the strange fragrance came from the wound. Without asking, you knew that this arrow must be highly poisonous.
The arrow shaft was made of metal and could not be cut. Xia Yu took out a silver needle and burned it with a lighter. Then he carefully inserted it into the wound and circled around it. Xia Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
The shoulder of this arrow is an ordinary triangular shape with no barbs and can be pulled out directly.
He took out a few more silver needles and carefully inserted them into the acupuncture points around Qisha's wound. Then he held down the area around her wound with one hand, and held the arrow shaft tightly with the other hand, and slowly pulled out the arrow.
"Um...well..." Qisha had already woken up from the pain. She bit the sheets hard, and a layer of cold sweat instantly covered her back.
"Senior sister, be patient..." Xia Yu reminded, then he pulled out with all his strength.
With a bang, the arrowhead was finally pulled out, and a large stream of black blood came out.
Qisha shivered in pain and passed out again.
Xia Yu found a towel and wiped the blood on Qisha's back, then lowered his head without hesitation and sucked the poisonous blood from the wound.
There was no suitable container in the room, so he had to spit out the poisonous blood into a large plastic bag containing watermelon.
Xia Yu sucked out a third of the poisonous blood from the plastic bag, and the blood flowing out of Qisha's wound finally turned bright red.
He breathed a sigh of relief, found a glass, then pressed the button of a disposable lighter, sprayed some flammable gas into the mouth of the cup, and then lit the lighter with a click.
There was a soft bang, and the flammable gas in the glass exploded. Xia Yu quickly tipped the cup upside down on Qisha's wound, and continued to remove the poison using the principle of cupping.
A few minutes later, Qisha Youyou woke up and whispered: "Wolf, the hemostatic agent is at the same place."
"I saw it..." Xia Yu removed the cupping, wiped the area around Qisha's wound clean, took out the hemostatic spray from a pocket on the outside of Qisha's calf, and sprayed it on her wound. He sighed and said:
"Zhenxuan... if you miss it by even half a centimeter, it will be fatal. What's going on with you? Are you being bitten by the target?"
Qisha was silent for a while before saying: "This mission is a trap, we were fooled..."
Xia Yu frowned, poured a cup of warm water, put a straw in, and brought it to Qisha's mouth.
Qisha took a sip, took a breath, and continued: "The target is the remnants of Shura Hall."
"Shura Hall?" Xia Yu showed a solemn look. Shura Hall was once a very famous killer organization, and its influence in the dark world was even higher than that of the current Yama Hall. But... that was only once! Ten years ago, then,
With the sudden rise of Yama Hall, Shura Hall felt great pressure. In addition, during a mission, Yama Hall and Shura Hall had a serious conflict. In the end, Shura Hall suffered a big loss. Later,
The Shura Hall regarded the Yama Hall as its enemy and wanted to deal with it quickly. However, five years ago, when the Shura Hall was sharpening its sword and preparing to attack the Yama Hall, the wily and scheming Yama took the lead.
Ruijin went out, raided the headquarters of Shura Hall, and killed all the elite killers of Shura Hall. Since then, Shura Hall has been eliminated from the dark world. That battle also made Yama Hall's illustrious reputation now at its peak.
"I didn't expect people from Shura Hall to have the guts to take revenge..." Xia Yu sneered, "Senior sister, since this kind of thing has happened to me, I have to take action... By the way, where is Taotie?"
"Dead..." Qisha's expression was a little sad, "He was hit by three poisonous arrows and did not run out. The code name of the leader of the remnants of Shura Hall is Ghost Face. He assigned the mission, and the target is himself.
The people who died before us were all his fault!"
"Ghost face... very good, very good..." Xia Yu smiled coldly, "Where are they? I'll let them go to hell now!"
"Wolf..." Qisha said weakly, "It's not convenient to take action now. They are looking for me everywhere. The people are too scattered."
Xia Yu thought for a while, "Okay, how do you feel now? Let me help you heal."
Qisha tried, reluctantly climbed up, and sat cross-legged with Xia Yu's help.
Afterwards, both of them took off their shirts. Xia Yu sat behind Qisha, with his arms around her slender waist and his palms tightly against her belly. Qisha's hands alternately covered Xia Yu's body.
On the palm of your hand.
"Senior sister..." Xia Yu moved forward, his chest and abdomen pressed against Qisha's back, and said, "It's begun!"
"Hmm..." Qisha closed his eyes and secretly tried his best.
The two of them were skin-to-skin, a little ambiguous, but in fact it was an extremely effective healing method. This healing method was derived from a very weird set of internal skills and mental methods. According to Yan Luo, this set of mental methods was the work of Xia Yu's father.
It was taught and said to be amazingly powerful, but perhaps it was because Yama himself was too old when he started practicing, so apart from feeling that the method of healing the heart was unique, it had no other effects.
In the Hall of Yama, only Xia Yu and Qisha can practice this mental method. Because it was taught by Xia Yu's father, Xia Yu is naturally qualified to practice it. Although Qisha calls Yama his master, she is actually Yama Luo's biological child.
daughter, so she also learned this mental method. Others, even Po Jun, another disciple of Yama, were not taught it.
The two sat quietly on the bed until dawn. Qisha coughed lightly and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood. This was the last trace of toxins left in her body. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was now frighteningly pale.
Xia Yu slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the wound on Qisha's back, and said: "Senior sister, don't wear your clothes for the next two days, so as not to rub the wound."
"Well...I will stay with you temporarily for the past two days. You can continue to accompany your fiancée. Don't worry about me. Others can't find me." Qisha said.
Xia Yu looked at the time and said, "It's still early. I'll wipe you down first, and then you can take a rest."
"Well..." Qisha took off his pants and underwear with a natural expression, revealing his sexy body, and the two of them entered the bathroom together.
(Third update today, Ghost Face Classmate, come and get a supporting role!)