It was too dark, so I searched for a few minutes and finally saw Lao Fu lying on his stomach in the haystack.
"Uncle Fu!"
I turned him over and took a deep breath after seeing clearly the extent of Lao Fu's injuries.
Not to mention the internal injuries, just looking at the external injuries, Lao Fu's upper body clothes were covered in blood. From the left side of his forehead to his chin, it seemed that it had been cut open by branches or sharp stones. His red flesh was turned out, and it seemed that he could see white bones!
I shouted twice, but Lao Fu didn't respond. I called Dou Sprout Zai over and carried Lao Fu out together with him.
Put it down gently.
Douyazai said distressedly: "It's over, it's over, I'm sure I won't survive, maybe all the bones in my body will be broken!"
"Can't you say something auspicious? Help me help him take off his clothes."
The blood and clothes stuck together, so I took off my clothes gently. I was surprised to see that the entire upper half of Lao Fu's body was covered with strange tattoos, densely packed with tattoos.
What is this? Pattern?
Why does an honest and honest guide have such strange tattoos? I remembered that it rained the day before yesterday, and I wanted to help Lao Fu take off his clothes, but he refused, so he was covering up the tattoos?
Shining a flashlight on him, he could see that his chest and belly were covered with incomprehensible symbols. At first glance, they looked like Tibetan characters, but upon closer inspection, they were not Tibetan characters. They looked like some very ancient symbols.
Turning over, Douyazai exclaimed: "Holy shit! Why is there a dead person tattooed on this back!"
Indeed.
Compared with the symbolic text on his chest, Lao Fu has a tattoo of a meditating man's corpse on his back.
The corpse was sitting cross-legged. Everything from the head down was rotten and deteriorated. There was no heart and white bones were exposed in many parts. However, only the head of the corpse remained intact.
The facial features of the tattoo are lifelike, with two large golden earrings on the left and right, one eye is golden, the other is red, and the teeth in his mouth are holding an extremely sharp tantric magic weapon, the Demon-Conquering Pestle.
Such a complex pattern could never be created by an ordinary tattoo artist. I felt my heart tightening just after looking at it twice.
It felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't tell what made it uncomfortable, so I quickly covered it with my clothes.
We had bandages, and we specially prepared some emergency medicines when we went into the mountains. We carried Lao Fu into the tent and asked Xiaoxuan to help with it. When I carried him, Lao Fu was still breathing. I don’t know if he can survive.
, I guess it’s quite annoying.
Brother Yu has a good physique and there should be no big problems with his bones, because we were able to stand up with support, which made me relieved. I was worried that something would happen to him.
I am destined to have no sleep tonight, staring at the darkness in a daze.
"How is Wen Bin?"
"It shouldn't be a big problem. Boss, when did you call Master Achun?"
"that's great."
He looked into the darkness and said, "Zhewu went into the mountains with us. I tried to save Sister Achun from Tian Sanjiu and lent him 400,000 yuan, just to wait for today."
"Has he returned the 400,000 to us?"
He smiled and said: "I paid it back on the fourth day, but he can't return the favor. Yunfeng, now you should know why I was afraid of this person in the first place."
I nodded: "I know, this person is so fierce, I feel he is almost the same as Xie Qirong,"
He looked at me and shook his head and said: "Xie Qirong has been mentally ill for fifty years, and Fifty Years is a normal person. How can we compare with him? Since he has gone after him, we can just wait for the news."
I slapped my forehead and almost forgot that there was another person.
Lin Shen was covered in blood and seemed to be much weaker.
When he saw me coming over, he still yelled at me. He kept swearing at women and used all kinds of dirty words, which were extremely unpleasant.
I lit a cigarette, blew it in his face and said, "You are such a fucking freak. You have been shot twice and stabbed twice, and yet you can still speak? I want to know what your body structure looks like? You are not the fucking freak."
People."
"cough!"
He coughed and grinned, with blood filling his teeth.
"I...not only can I speak, I...I can also fuck...! Haha."
I put out the cigarette butt on his face.
After thinking about it, he unbuttoned his pants, pointed at the knife wound on his upper body, and started to release the water.
"I'm your mother!"
He was tied to a tree and couldn't move. He was so angry that he struggled and cursed! He said he must chop off my vagina and feed it to the dogs.
I pocketed my pants and was happy.
I said you can't chop mine, but I can cut yours, and I know four techniques.
