At nightfall in Huagou Village, there was a bustling noise everywhere as children were called home for dinner.
The closer you get to the end of the village, the fewer houses there are and the quieter it becomes. When you reach the foot of the mountain, the only sounds left are the chirping of insects, the croaking of frogs and the swaying of trees.
The isolated, dilapidated thatched hut was shrouded in the shadow of the endless winding mountain behind. The thin straw rope that tied the door was worn off, and when the mountain wind blew, the broken door opened by itself, hitting the wall with a "clang" and yellow soil fell down.
The moonlight outside shines into the door, perfectly matching the candlelight inside.
He Jinshan maintained the same posture as when Jiang Henian left, his eyes swept towards the darkness in the distance outside the house, and he suddenly chuckled.
The wind is quite strong.
If the candle is blown out, I wonder if the little kid who is afraid of the dark will be scared and cry.
The smile caused her abdomen to contract, and the wound immediately felt a more severe sting, like a counterattack from a little girl with angry temper.
He Jinshan gritted his teeth and groaned, looking down at his waist and abdomen. After a while, he couldn't help but laugh out loud with his shoulders shaking.
The more it hurts, the more I want to laugh, and the more I laugh, the more painful the wound becomes.
The hairstyle the kids gave him is really hilarious.
All I saw was a dim thatched house with a hard, cold kang at a collapsed corner. There was a handsome and strong man with his clothes half lifted, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his long legs were exposed, showing his green temptation.
When Jiang Henian changed the dressing for He Jinshan, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand and struggled to apply the green paste with the other hand, looking very flustered.
He Jinshan grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand, preparing to take off the whole thing to save trouble.
Jiang Henian stared with wide eyes and held it tightly, biting her head like a rattle, refusing to let her "little uncle" run naked and show off his body.
Finally, the little girl was smart and unbuttoned half of the bottom half of the clothes, rolled up the hem and tied it into a bow at the waist, revealing only the injured lower abdomen and preserving the chest muscles.
The same goes for her legs, one trouser leg rolled up to her thigh, while the other was left uncovered.
After applying the herbal paste, there is no bandage to wrap it, so this "beautiful" shape is maintained.
When he first became a Peregrine mercenary abroad, he had been through knives and guns, dug out bullets with his bare hands, and fought in the rainforest with a broken leg. Recalling the countless experiences in the past, this was the most careful, unprofessional, and bizarre way that He Jinshan had handled the injury he had ever suffered.
But, this feeling is not bad.
The little cat girl's clumsy and serious look is also very interesting.
The man lowered his eyes and stared at his severely injured body, unaware that the smile on his face was getting wider and wider.
Suddenly, there was a sound of rushing from a distance.
He Jinshan smiled coldly, quickly tilted his ear and leaned against the wall to eavesdrop.
A man, unloaded, ran down the mountain at full speed.
This is the direction to move forward.
As the sound became clearer and clearer, the muscles in the man's shoulders and arms gradually tightened. He clasped an object with his big palm and slowly applied force with his five fingers.
When the distance was less than a hundred meters, the footsteps of the person who was running at full speed suddenly stopped and turned into light steps as he walked forward cautiously, which showed that he was well-trained.
Stepping on the dead leaves and weeds, there is an indistinguishable rustling sound...
Another step, and there was a muffled sound.
Going down the mountain.
It was only twenty meters away from the thatched hut.
“Swish.”
It was the deliberately suppressed sound of a sharp blade being drawn out.
He Jinshan narrowed his black eyes slightly, and with a fierce snap of his thumb, the iron spoon in his palm, which was bent to the extreme, broke with a sound.
"call out--".
The handle of the spoon shot out from the corner of the window at high speed.
In a moment, it accurately pierced the target's chest fifteen meters away.
After a muffled groan of pain, the sound of staggering and disorderly footsteps became farther and farther away until it disappeared completely.
inside the house.
He Jinshan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The over-tightened muscles slowly relaxed, and the sticky and tearing sounds of the muscles rapidly growing and recovering in the injured areas of the abdomen and right leg became more and more obvious, even worse than last night.
With the dull ache of teenage growing pains.
He Jinshan's thin lips curved into a determined arc.
Sure enough, his own body was returning, reshaped from this crippled body.
The gunshot wounds on the original owner's waist and abdomen were not serious. What really forced him to retire was the nerve damage in his legs. The wolf attack later made the situation even worse. In this case, it is difficult to recover even with modern medical treatment.
Now this miraculous reconstruction, just like his time travel, cannot be explained by common sense.
It's really interesting. Who would be willing to cross mountains and rivers to kill a small, disabled retired deputy company commander?
A faint light flashed in He Jinshan's eyes, like a wolf king who had not hunted for a long time, facing new prey with interest and determination.
He turned the broken spoon head with his long fingers, and flicked it with a crisp "clang" sound. It was nailed to the wooden door that was swaying in the wind, and his ears were instantly quiet.
After a few movements, some of the herbs on his body fell off. He Jinshan scraped some off with his index finger and twisted it with his fingertips.
He was familiar with this herb, which could indeed clean wounds and disinfect, but its rhizome itself was also toxic, so the dosage had to be controlled.
If someone like Jiang Henian bakes his food until it's as burnt as a scallion pancake, his skin will be blistered in less than half a day, which is like being burned by fire.
He Jinshan thought about how he hesitated for two seconds and then let the little brat play house by making pancakes on his seriously injured leg.
I'm really possessed.
He scraped off the thick layer of herbs on his legs with his long fingers and threw them out of the window.
Destroy the body and cover up all traces.
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"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
Jiang Henian opened his eyes with a start, fumbled for the rooster-shaped vibrating alarm clock from under the quilt, and turned it off.
He turned his head to look at Jiang Yanqiu and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was gray outside the window and it was only half bright.
I turned around and quietly picked up the alarm clock to check the time. It was not yet five o'clock.
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