Chapter 157: The Green-skinned Flood Dragon (Part 2)
Knife Handle was confused after hearing this. He leaned tiredly against the wall of the tree hole, took out the can and started eating. He shook his head and said jokingly to me: "Ah... I said
You bean sprouts, who doesn’t have a piece of shit in your stomach? I think you were so confused and frightened that you ran all this way. Come on, let alone the pangolin. Even if it’s a dragon, I will give it to you.
Peel it off, chop it up, chop it up and make it into a snack!"
He was a fool who didn't understand the situation at all. I waved my hand to him in disgust and said, "Fuck you, do you know the allusion of the cup and the snake's shadow? That's a lie. I'm really sick of it."
thing."
The handle of the knife was raised to his ear, and he asked doubtfully: "What? What's the cup? I've loved hearing about Bao Heitan's verdict since I was a child. Let me tell you, I don't understand the basic principles, and I haven't been to a private school for a few days.
I don’t know any words, but at least I know that the truth is often the only one. There really is nothing else in your stomach except a few pieces of shit. Listen to Mr. Dao and I guarantee that you can see through the world."
"Look...look at your youthful energy. Go ahead and do some somersaults by yourself. Wherever I go, you sword master...is always a master, let me tell you..." As he spoke, the handle of the knife
He blinked his eyes a few times, tilted his neck and fell asleep.
When I smelled it, something was wrong, and when I got closer I smelled it, and it turned out that he was drinking alcohol. When I looked at the wound on his shoulder, I saw that it had turned purple! It was very swollen.
Oh my god! That spider is poisonous!
I immediately called the second grandpa to come and see him. The second grandpa was sweating from the forehead. When he came over to take a look, his eyes widened immediately. He pressed the artery on the neck of the knife handle with his finger. The second grandpa's hand trembled and his face changed.
Get serious.
I knew that the worst thing might have happened, so I quickly went to ask Second Grandpa quietly, "Second Grandpa, is the knife handle still... can it be saved?"
The second grandfather lowered his head sadly, shook it slowly, sighed, and said: "The poison has entered his heart, and he doesn't have much time left."
"What?" I couldn't believe it. Just now I was just talking nonsense, how could it turn into this situation in a blink of an eye?
My head turned stiffly and little by little to his tired face. The corners of his mouth were still curled up, as if he still didn't want to finish scolding me. The ferocious scar on the bridge of his nose seemed to be roaring mockingly.
His breathing has gradually become much weaker, and his nose is wriggling with difficulty. His other hand tightly holds the short knife on his waist, trembling slightly. From the first time we met, we have experienced so many difficulties and obstacles together.
His voice echoed in the sky above my mind, bean sprouts... bean sprouts...
My eyes turned red and my nose felt inexplicably sore. I said to Second Grandpa: "Second Grandpa, can we still save him? I owe him so much and I can't let him die in vain."
The second grandfather leaned against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you that the poison has already entered his heart? With so much running along the way, the poison has already invaded his whole body. Now he is
You can still breathe because of your persistent belief. Since he is kind to you, wake him up and say a few words, otherwise you will fall asleep and you will have no chance."
After the second grandfather finished speaking, he looked straight at the water eye in the center of the tree hole and stopped talking.
I said in my heart that the kindness of the knife handle to protect me silently may not end in this life, but before he goes to hell, I want to say thank you, otherwise I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Thinking of this, I quickly picked up the head of the knife handle and gently patted his cheek, "Hey, Mr. Dao, don't pretend to be dead. Bean sprouts want to tell you... say... say a few words."
I really couldn't control it and cried, tears falling on his forehead.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, his pupils were dilated very big, and his eyes were seriously distracted. He saw me crying, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes, and he immediately cursed: "Hey, his grandma's bean sprouts, said you...
Just two words... just... crying, really embarrassing to our... old... master."
The blood vessels on his temples bulged, and he turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder, gritting his teeth tightly, as if unwilling to do so.
He pulled out the short knife with a loud noise and stabbed himself in the abdomen. I was startled, grabbed his wrist and scolded him: "Damn it, what are you going to do!"
The handle of the knife coughed violently several times, spit out a mouthful of black blood, twitched his lips slightly, looked straight at me, and said: "Do you know what my short knife is for...what it is used for...?"
He was breathing heavily, and it was extremely difficult to speak. I suppressed my emotions, smiled slightly, and shook my head, "I don't know."
He bared his teeth and smiled very forcedly, and said: "I was born in troubled times. I killed many landlords, dogs and thieves with my knife to make a living. I...I have never harmed the common people. When China was in chaos, I
Use a long sword to distinguish right from wrong, use a short sword to awaken your conscience, I... am worth it."
At this point, he spit out another mouthful of black blood and continued: "But Bean Sprout, I... can't continue to protect you. If you stay alive for me, you can still... repay the favor of Mr. Guo.
"
I saw him rolling his eyes, so I quickly grabbed his hand and asked, "Old brother! Do you have any family members at home? I'll take care of it for you!"
The handle of the knife spat out another mouthful of black blood. The corners of his eyes were moist. He smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head stiffly. He only said: "Master Guo, this is my home... my family, please be... filial to me."
he."
At this point, he suddenly exerted his strength on his wrist and stabbed himself in the stomach with a short knife. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold his hand to stop him. We pulled for a while, and then
It was snatched away from me.
When I looked at him again, he was already paralyzed.
My heart skipped a beat, my eyes widened, I hurriedly patted his face, and shouted loudly, "Brother! Good brother..."
The second grandfather grabbed my arm and cursed, "You're worthless! You're crying... I can't die in vain. Do what is worthy of him, that is, live well. You go away and leave the rest to me."
I knew what grandpa meant. He wanted to bury the knife handle, but I didn't give up. What if the knife handle was still alive? I immediately used my hands to test his breath, but found that his face was already cold.
I bit my lower lip and cried more painfully.
The second grandfather hugged the handle of the knife and dragged him to the edge of the water. As soon as he put it down, there was suddenly a rustling sound in the tree hole at the other end.
Second Grandpa quietly pulled out the pistol from his belt.
