His blow was so cruel that one could see the white bones inside, but he remained calm. After sitting on the ground, he looked around and found a relatively clean person. He tore off his clothes, tore them into strips, and tied them tightly around the wound an inch above it.
Then he stood up, using the spear as a crutch to support himself, and tried hard to determine the direction.
Xingxing... Beichen... He wants to go back... He can't break his promise again...
The further Qu Yunmie walked, the blurrier his vision became. There was one thing he probably didn't know. The wound was black because it was too dark. The blood in the wound had coagulated, so it looked black. The weapons of these people were indeed coated with medicine, but deadly poisons were not so easy to collect. The kind used by the Xianbei people was so effective that it was worth a thousand gold. But Han Qing didn't have time to collect so many precious medicinal materials, and he wasn't rich enough to poison the swords of more than 300 people.
Only a few of them carried poisonous weapons that could kill him with one blow, and the rest were just wearing anesthetics.
Their plan was to use minor injuries to paralyze Qu Yunmie first, and then have the rest of the group finish him off. However, who knew that Qu Yunmie was so powerful that no one could get close to him for a long time. Sometimes, in order to avoid getting hurt, he would even give up the chance to kill others. It was rare to see a general who cherished his life so much. …
Because of this, only one person was injured in Qu Yunmie from beginning to end, but he was tall and strong, so the medicine would be of no use to him. By the time it took effect, it would be too late.
A misunderstanding arose, but everyone who could tell Qu Yunmie the truth was already dead, and Qu Yunmie staggered forward, fighting a desperate battle with the anesthetic in his body. When the will to survive is particularly strong, people can indeed transcend instincts. Qu Yunmie never fainted, and with a belief that he would walk out of the forest even if his legs were crippled.
This should have been the time in Qu Yunmie's life when he least wanted to die. This spirit moved God, so the next second, he stepped on empty air.
Without even the chance to react, he rolled down the hillside and hit a long-dead tree stump, knocking himself unconscious. When he finally stopped, this was no longer a dense forest, but a small meadow in the middle of the forest. A deer was drinking water in a puddle. It was frightened and ran away when it heard the noise. When there was no movement for a while, it ran back to see what was going on.
The deer was still young and had never seen a human in its life. Its ancestors had also not seen a human for a long time. The deer opened its round eyes and licked Qu Yunmie's face with its tongue. It had never eaten such a disgusting thing in its life, so it ran away again. ……*
In Chenliu City, Xiao Rong stayed up until midnight before finally falling asleep.
He was not very restful in his sleep. He dreamed that he was in a white light and there was nothing around him. There was only one voice that kept ringing. It didn't sound logical, but he could realize that it was the other person talking.
He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand at all. He could only hear that the other party was a little frustrated and seemed to be taking his anger out on others.
Later the dream disappeared and he gradually fell into a deep sleep. However, a strange feeling in his throat suddenly woke him up.
Without any buffering, he quickly fell to the edge of the bed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Rong stared blankly at the glaring red on the ground. Ashu, who heard the noise, rushed in quickly. Ashu looked at him in horror. However, before the master and servant could react, the sound of running suddenly came from outside.
Xiao Rong paused for a second, then immediately got out of bed. He put on only an outer coat and went out without even wearing shoes. Ashu was panicked, but he would not call Xiao Rong at this time. He just picked up Xiao Rong's shoes swiftly, took Xiao Rong's thickest cloak, and ran out after him.
The people who came were Dongfang Jin and Gao Xunzhi. Before they came in, the door opened by itself. It was Xiao Rong who opened it personally. Gao Xunzhi saw the blood on the corner of Xiao Rong's mouth at a glance. He felt too complicated at that moment, with heartache, resentment and worry. But after Xiao Rong saw his expression, he wiped the corner of his mouth clean with his hand. He felt that Gao Xunzhi was not calm enough, so the next second, he looked at Dongfang Jin: "What happened?"
Dongfang Jin actually saw the blood, but he was only surprised for a moment. After all, he didn't know what was wrong with Xiao Rong's physique. Hearing Xiao Rong's question, he briefly replied: "Someone just came to the government for help, saying that they were palace guards and were entrusted by the Emperor of Nanyong to deliver a letter to His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhenbei."
Sending the same letter twice, anyone can see that there is something wrong.
Xiao Rong didn't think about it. At this moment, even he didn't know what he was thinking. Every reaction and every action he made seemed to be taken over by someone else.
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