Time passed, and the strange man on the threshold was already gasping for breath. He turned his head to look at the sky outside the room, then grasped the sword that lay across his lap.

"It's getting dark, let's get on the road. The man spoke, drawing his sword and standing up.

Shen Muzhi was still sitting on the stool and did not move. The hand resting on the table trembled slightly. It's not because I'm afraid, it's because I've lost too much blood.

The blood-stained ground beneath his feet was almost half the size of a tabletop.

He looked at the strange man, smiled a little hard, and said, "Don't do it, my body won't last long, you can sit for a while and chat with me for a while." ”

When the man heard this, he looked at his feet, hesitated, and then sat back down.

"Well, I'd be a little embarrassed to do it at your age!" the strange man said, smiling at him as well.

Shen Muzhi looked at the darkening sky outside, and said with emotion: "I really want to take another look at the night view of Jinling City." On that Jingjiang River, at night, the scenery is so beautiful!"

The man nodded and said, "Jingjiang is really good at night. However, you will definitely not be able to see it in this life, and in the next life!"

Shen Muzhi snorted, then his gaze moved down, fell on the man, swept the bloodstains on the robe, and asked, "What's the matter with the injuries on your body?"

The man glanced down at himself, and without thinking about it, he replied: "I ran into some ancient ...... when I came up" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and then looked up at Shen Muzhi, his eyes suddenly became strange and vigilant. He stood up again with his sword and began to slowly approach Shen Muzhi, asking as he approached, "How did you come up?"

Seeing him suddenly like this, Shen Muzhi couldn't help but get nervous, and wanted to stand up on the table, but because of excessive blood loss, when he moved, his eyes were blackened, and his legs couldn't use any strength at all.

"I was here when I woke up. What's wrong?Is there any problem?" Shen Muzhi looked at the man, trying to make his eyes look innocent.

When the man heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes moved, and he suddenly saw the package on the table. In the package, in addition to food and clothing, there was also a book called 'Empty Mountain', and the handsome young man ran away with the sword and left this sword scripture behind.

After the man saw this sword scripture, he hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and took the book and looked at it.

After flipping through a few pages, the man's expression began to change. After reading a few more pages, the man's expression suddenly changed, and he muttered, "What kind of spell is this?"

The more he looked, the more fascinated he became, and his face changed from gradual surprise to surprise.

Shen Muzhi had been paying attention to the change in his expression, and suddenly, there was a slight movement outside the house. And this man seems to be too obsessed with the sword scripture in his hand, and he doesn't even realize it.

Shen Muzhi quietly looked out of the house, and in the dimness, a figure gradually appeared in the field of vision.

Suddenly, my heart was overjoyed.

It seems that he still waited.

"This book is not mine. I'm afraid you can't take it from here. He opened his mouth and turned to the man. As soon as these words fell, the figure outside the house had already walked to the door.

It's that handsome boy.

Immediately afterward, a light as green as a lake suddenly lit up, and the entire thatched house was illuminated in an instant.

Shen Muzhi sat on the bench, watching the surprise on the man's face gradually turn into a daze, looking down at the blood hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, and the daze slowly turned into pain.

A turquoise light swirled around the room and disappeared into the large sleeves of the delicate young man's wide robe.

The strange man's hands hung down weakly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and then with a thud, the man fell backwards to the ground, without the slightest breath.

The handsome young man looked at Shen Muzhi who was sitting still at the table, and after sweeping his eyes up and down, after sweeping the bloodstains under his feet, his face suddenly changed greatly, and without saying a word, he rushed forward, hugged Shen Muzhi, walked quickly to the side of the bed and put it down, scolded him for lying down, and hurriedly went to check the condition of his feet.

Shen Muzhi was lying on the bed, and the spirit that he had been holding on to, after he relaxed at the moment, he suddenly felt tired like a mountain, and he couldn't support it anymore, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was bright again.

The handsome young man sat at the table, with the sword book and a bronze short sword in front of him, and was in a daze.

Shen Muzhi stared at his back for a while, and then opened his mouth to break the silence in the room: "My name is Shen Muzhi, from Jinling, the person you killed before, he came to hunt me down! Thank you for saving me." ”

The handsome boy still sat there motionless, as if he hadn't heard his voice.

Shen Muzhi was bored and a little embarrassed. I don't know how long I lay down, my body was a little uncomfortable, and when I was about to move slightly, I suddenly heard the voice of a beautiful young man in my ears: "Don't thank me, it's not me who really saved you, it's my senior brother!"

Shen Muzhi paused for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to ask where his senior brother was, but looking at his back, a sadness inexplicably spread in this thatched house, Shen Muzhi suddenly realized something, and suddenly the words that came to his lips couldn't be asked.

Time passed in silence.

Shen Muzhi didn't dare to disturb the young man in front of him rashly, but his stomach was not angry, and the gurgling hunger sounded out inopportunely.

He reached out and pressed his stomach to stop the voice, but the voice became more arrogant, and he sang louder and louder.

Finally, the young man sitting at the table couldn't help it, and threw over a large cake with his hand, which happened to fall next to Shen Muzhi.

Shen Muzhi looked at him, but he still didn't turn around. After hesitating for a moment, he silently picked up the flatbread and nibbled on it.

I don't know how hard the bread that has been put for a few days is as hard as a stone, which is much worse than the food in the General's Mansion. It's just that in his current situation, it's good to have a cake. What's more, under hunger, even this hard as stone flatbread is a delicacy.

Shen Muzhi gnawed attentively, and soon, half of a big cake bigger than his face was gone. Just as he was about to eat more, the handsome young man at the table suddenly stood up, walked quickly to the bed, snatched the flatbread from his hand, and then threw it back on the table with a flick of his hand.

"You just woke up, you shouldn't eat more!" After coldly throwing down the next sentence, he bent down to check Shen Muzhi's legs.

Shen Muzhi lay there, looking at his concentration on inspection, a little overwhelmed. I wanted to say some words of thanks, but when I thought of his words before, these words suddenly stuck in my throat again, and it was difficult to speak.

Just when he didn't know what to do, the young man finished checking his wound and opened his mouth lightly: "You are lucky, although the wound collapsed before, the connected tendons and veins did not break, but bleed more, so you have to lie in bed for a few more days in the future." As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Muzhi, who had a grateful and guilty expression, and after staring at it with complicated eyes for a while, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "My senior brother is dead!"

Although Shen Muzhi had already guessed it before, when he heard this young man say this at this moment, his heart was still shocked.

"Because of you!" said the boy again.

Shen Muzhi opened his mouth and wanted to say sorry, but when the three words came to his mouth, he still couldn't say it, probably because these three words were too pale.

People are already dead, what's the use of being sorry.

Two lines of hot tears suddenly rolled down the young man's face, and after raising his hand to wipe it vigorously, he turned his head and ran out.

Shen Muzhi was lying on the bed, as if there was a needle felt under him, piercing his body, extremely uncomfortable.