The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, the original resolute look disappeared little by little, and the frequency of Wu Hanjiang's eyes closing gradually slowed down, and anyone could see that his time was running out.

His hand was still firmly gripping the other hand, and it was extremely difficult to spit out every word, "The blood dart is easy to guard against and dodge, and by the time it comes out, it is too late."

Huang Dafu's other hand was pressed on his chest, could it be that the secret weapon was still in his body?

Wu Hanjiang's lips slowly whitened, and he raised his eyelids with great effort, "With the blessing of your own overlord sword, you must cut five steps away, don't wait for it to come out, you must remember that this is the only time to destroy the blood dart, don't try to hard-connect, otherwise you will be ...... like I am now."

After saying these few words, it seemed that it took a lot of effort, and finally he closed his eyes peacefully, Huang Dafu's head was like a nest of gunpowder, and he could never accept that Wu Hanjiang died so easily.

"You don't want to die, you don't want to ......", shouted in vain, Huang Dafu shook Wu Hanjiang's decadent body weakly.

He didn't expect that Wu Hanjiang was such an indestructible man, just like a soft quilt at the moment, not only light and terrifying, but also soft and scary.

It is said that when the human soul flies away, it loses some weight and takes away the delusion and lust that fell on the body before death.

If Wu Hanjiang died so plainly, would he have anything unwilling?

Does he still have any regrets about his life?

If there is, he doesn't deserve to die, and if the person who doesn't deserve to die dies, that is the carelessness of life, the dereliction of duty in life.

Huang Dafu's voice was already hoarse, he obviously didn't cry, but it was difficult for him not to make a sound, he was hoarse and couldn't speak, "You liar, you once told me that you won't die, you still have a lot to do...... Have you forgotten?"

The expression on Wu Hanjiang's face was no longer as difficult as just now, but now it had become a trance, relaxed, and even comfortable, he smiled comfortably, half-open and half-squinted his alienated eyes, and muttered: "It's me who was too careless, I killed myself, I have nothing to say, I can't live if I do my own sin, my own fault, and God can't save me."

The shadows faded, the lights flickered, and then a figure seemed to slowly move into the dark passage in the distance.

With a "rub" on the ground, the blade sprang out of its sheath at lightning speed.

Huang Dafu exploded like a hedgehog, he didn't regret his carelessness, he simply regretted that his intestines were about to break, hating why he didn't go out with Wu Hanjiang, if they were together, maybe Wu Hanjiang wouldn't ......

Now, he picked up the pitch-black iron sword that Wu Hanjiang had thrown on the ground, and held it in his hand, he would no longer allow the friend in front of him to be harmed in any way.

Even if the angel came before, even if he faced the entire gang, even if he left this life here today......

He held the pitch-black iron sword in his arms, the edge of which was a third of his chest, facing the vast void like a beast, facing the figure at the end of the passage.

The figure gradually emerged from the darkness, and although the secret room was dim, as long as he stayed for a while, he could see everything clearly.

Now that they could see everything clearly, Huang Dafu's face was cold, and the knife was still tightly clutched in his hand.

Even if there was a thin short-bearded old man in front of him, he never put the knife down, and the price that Huang Dafu paid for his carelessness and carelessness was too great.

The old man slowly walked into the secret room, gently stroked his already short beard, looked at them for a while, and slowly nodded: "It turns out that you are the two friends that Young Master Longxi met in Ziyu Pass."

"Do you know Longxi?", Huang Dafu still refused to let his guard down.

The old man walked up to Wu Hanjiang, glanced at the blood that kept flowing from his chest, and said warmly: "You are Wu Hanjiang."

Wu Hanjiang no longer had the strength to answer, he seemed to have some difficulty even breathing now, the short-bearded old man gently put his hand against his chest, and smiled indifferently: "It's really good, young people can."

Huang Dafu saw him approaching Wuhanjiang, and thought that there would be something unfavorable, so he hurriedly put the knife on the old man's neck, the worry on his face was even heavier, and he shouted, "What are you doing?"

The old man glanced at his knife, his face was plain and bland, there was nothing unnatural, and he smiled kindly, "You are Huang Dafu, the heir of the sword."

The old man in front of him seemed to be very familiar with them, and there was no malice on his face, but after all, he was at the helm of the gang at the moment, and he couldn't help but teach people to be vigilant everywhere.

Huang Dafu knife did not leave his hand and said: "What are you doing, don't touch my friend."

"Oh, your friend", the old man glanced at Wu Hanjiang with admiration, "It seems that you have such a friend, and you have no regrets in death", as he said, he took out a sharp knife from his arms and stabbed it into Wu Hanjiang's chest.

Huang Dafu snatched it in surprise and grabbed the old man's collar, he never thought that this kind-faced old man would be so vicious.

The old man's short knife stabbed in, then observed carefully for a while, and said with a happy face: "Wuhanjiang is Wuhanjiang after all, and there is only half of the two blood darts left."

Huang Dafu broke out in a cold sweat on his head, he shook Wu Hanjiang's body, and hissed: "Don't die, you must not ......."

The old man smiled slightly: "How could he die?"

Huang Dafu suddenly turned his head and looked at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

The old man stroked his short beard and said, "Now there is only half of the blood dart in his body, as long as I use a knife to pick out the ...... for him."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Huang Dafu suddenly knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed several times, "Since you can save him, you are my benefactor for Huang Dafu's life, and I am kowtowing to you here."

The old man hurriedly picked him up and said: "Brother Huang, you are too polite, it is natural for me to save him", when he said this, he had already slowly poked the knife in, and then slammed it outward, and a copper thorn like a thin tube fell to the ground with a "clang".

Huang Dafu stared at the old man's hand without blinking, and also stared at the knife in his hand.

The old man picked up the copper pipe on the ground and shook it in front of Wu Hanjiang, and said, "Brother Wu, look at it, the blood dart is the blood that is put into people by using this small hole in the middle."

After the sharp pain in his body just now, he didn't feel anything except numbness now, Wu Hanjiang slowly opened his eyes, contracted his fingers slightly, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Huang Dafu hugged him excitedly, and said with red eyes: "Alive, you bastard is alive again, I will say that you can't die."

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "If these two blood darts are all hit in the body, it will not take half an hour for the blood in the whole body to be drained, but fortunately, there are only half of them now, and it is also because Brother Wu's life is really hard enough."

(End of chapter)