I staggered into the landscape woods beside the stone steps, and as soon as my feet were soft, I fell to one knee with a "poof".

It's not just the pain of stab wounds and bleeding!

At one point, I felt like I was struggling to breathe, and my chest seemed to be blocked by a boulder. Then I began to feel dizzy, palpitations, cold sweats, and chills in my limbs, as if all my strength had been emptied.

My mind was dizzy and excited, almost blank, and it was difficult to think normally.

My stomach was even more churning, and I began to cramp like motion sickness.

"Vomit—" I couldn't resist the urge to vomit anymore, spitting up a disgusting cloud of digestive juices and food scraps, and a burning pain in my throat and esophagus.

This kind of nausea and vomiting did not stop, as if he was going to vomit out Lao Tzu's intestines and stomach. I was tossed to tears, and my mouth was full of sour taste, as if even my mouth and teeth were about to be corroded and softened.

I shivered with cold and tried my best to rinse my mouth with saliva and then spit it out.

stepped on the horse, and the saliva was actually drawn, which made Lao Tzu look embarrassed to death!

I kept taking deep breaths and forcibly reconciling my mental and physical state, but to no avail.

"It's an overproduction of adrenaline!" I judged, hoarse, and felt like my throat was on fire.

Thinking of the previous series of reactions in which my breathing increased to provide a large amount of oxygen, my heartbeat and blood flow accelerated, and my pupils dilated, I was completely sure that my guess was correct.

Adrenaline provides more energy for physical activity, allowing for faster reactions. It is precisely because of the emergency secretion of this hormone that I was able to perform beyond the norm and deal with the oncoming rain of knives.

Correspondingly, at this time, a series of negative effects hit it like a mountain.

The series of negative symptoms that I have now are exactly what it brings.

Stubbornly and stubbornly, I braced myself on the ground with my twin knives and allowed myself to stand up again.

My arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably, making me look like an old farmer who was afraid of the cold in his last years.

Instead of rushing to escape the lodge, I quickly searched the woods for plants that could stop the bleeding.

There are many types of hemostatic plants such as mountain herbs, arborvitae leaves, and yellow wattle leaves, but here I found only one plant that can stop bleeding.

Mugwort.

In any case, at least luck has not been carried to a state where even a hemostatic medicine cannot be found.

At this juncture, I really didn't dare to go back to the top of the villa to find medical supplies, and I didn't even dare to appear on the avenue in a grand manner, for fear of encountering the previous gang of knife bandits again.

I hastily chopped off a piece of mugwort, put it in my mouth and chewed it. The peculiar bitterness and fragrant fragrance spread between my lips and teeth, so bitter that Lao Tzu suspected that he was chewing coptis, and his face was wrinkled, and he almost didn't spit out the bile.

It is said that this thing is cool and goes to the fire, I damn it, it is so bitter that it is comparable to Coptis chinensis, so can it not go to the fire?

I didn't think much about it, so I spit the mugwort, which was wet into a ball, in the palm of my hand, and then applied it directly to the wound.

"Shhhh

The mugwort touched the bloody wound, which was cold for a moment and then turned into a hot feeling, which was simply refreshing.

I've always had a clear idea of these plants that can stop bleeding. That is, they can only be used for emergency treatment, and if there is a formal medical treatment that can be used, I believe that no one will choose this rudimentary way of treatment.

The hemostatic effect was limited, but it definitely helped me a lot. Otherwise, I am now in a state of injury, and I am really afraid that the excessive blood loss from the horse will cause shock and die in a coma.

Just as I was about to get up and come out from behind the tree, I heard movement on the other side of the stone steps, and immediately shrank back in alarm, and secretly observed.

The bandits had picked up the Finnish snow cavalry knives, like wild beasts that had once again grown sharp fangs and were full of menace.

"Where did he go?" a man with a scar with a fierce look on his face looked around for my traces.

"Big brother, someone in the villa has called the police! let's withdraw first?" The other short and stocky man seemed to have the idea of retreating, and he seemed a little lacking in confidence when he said this.

"Smack!"

The scar man slapped him directly in the face, and stunned the dwarf winter melon.

The scar man looked grumpy, and scolded: "Are you stepping on a horse?"

"Song Shao has a friendship with the Xia family, you said that even if the Xia family has to go to the police, can it arrive so quickly?"

All the dwarf winter melons nodded suddenly, and they didn't dare to put a fart.

The scar man immediately gave the order, and said firmly that I must have gotten into the woods, and that he would split up and kill me.

But the thin bamboo pole standing on the side of the short winter melon couldn't help but say, "Big brother, you have seen how fierce this Lin Fei is, right?"

"Splitting up, isn't it..." He weighed his words and said cautiously, "Something is wrong?"

The scar man immediately kicked up, almost kicked the thin bamboo pole over, rolled all the way down the stone steps, and broke his head and bleed, but the dwarf winter melon helped him.

"A group of greedy and fearful of death, Lao Tzu will be annoyed when he sees you!"

"He's the end of the crossbow, are you still afraid of an egg?" Scar Man scolded angrily, and then gave a strong order, and the group immediately searched for each side.

Seeing that they hadn't noticed me, I struggled to get up and slip away.

It's just that because of my terrible physical condition, I don't walk very fast, and even slow enough to make me feel anxious.

And at this time, I suddenly heard a voice from behind me: "Look over there, there are blood stains!"

It's the sound of a thin bamboo pole.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I hid behind a big tree.

"There are footprints, and mugwort that has been cut..." When the dwarf winter melon said this, he immediately glanced at the thin bamboo pole.

Although the two of them didn't speak again, no matter how stupid they were, they could understand that my whereabouts were exposed.

The dwarf winter melon suddenly made a defensive posture, clenched the cavalry knife in his hand, and tiptoed towards me.

However, at this time, the thin bamboo pole grabbed his back collar.

This made the dwarf winter melon a little annoyed, and immediately turned his head to look at him, and asked silently: Why are you dragging me for?

The thin bamboo pole showed a weird smile and said in a low voice: "Brother Gao, what are you doing like this?"

"It's not like you haven't seen how fierce that Lin Fei is, so you can't take risks. ”

"Besides, when did we get the least amount of money for our work?"

The dwarf winter melon was instantly moved: "What do you mean?"

The thin bamboo pole smiled sadly and continued, "Didn't the boss bring people behind our flanks?"

"Let's go to the other side, let's just say that no one is searching here, let him chase him..."

"Do you think he will pounce on him like a mad dog when he sees blood?"

The dwarf winter melon's eyes lit up, and the two quickly showed a knowing smile when they looked at each other.