was completely exposed by the Yin Seventeen Circle, and the unconcealable stench was clearly smelled by ordinary people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hua Zilai knew about this kind of smell after taking care of Zhanyan for two days, but except for him, the other people in the room didn't know about it.

Because of the obvious low pressure in the past two days, they didn't even dare to approach the door of the headcatcher's room, and they only dared to come forward to ask when Hua Zilai came out of the headcatcher's room.

After spending a large number of officials from the yamen who had been on a fast shift to Shuiyue Village, the fast catchers and fast players in the yamen all knew that the head catcher room had encountered a thorny case this time.

After that, Zhan Yan was slightly injured, Yin Seventeen was seriously injured and returned to the Yamen in a coma, and then Yin Seventeen took leave to return home to recuperate, Zhan Yan was as cold as winter, who would move forward without knowing what to do?

I haven't been hit by a hawthorn, or I'm afraid that there is no mold to touch?

So most of the people in the yamen went to the seventeen houses of Yin in groups for two days to offer condolences, and they all went to the good result of worrying and returning happily.

Everyone thought about it, Yin Seventeen's wounds are four places, and they can recover so well in a short period of time, but Zhan Yan is only injured in one place, and he should get better faster.

Thinking about it like this, it is natural that everyone is not too worried about Zhanyan's injury.

Even the magistrate of the county condoled once, and after Zhan Yan returned to be fine, he didn't mention it again, but when Zhan Yan's low air pressure was because the case had not been solved and he was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up in his heart for Zhan Yan's strong sense of responsibility.

As the county magistrate thinks so, the other fast catchers and fast hands also think like this, anyway, Zhanyan, the big catcher, has always been used to being cold, and they are used to it, if there is a sudden one day of affinity, it will be really scary!

In the end, the condolence incident invisibly evolved into two extremes, one hot and one cold.

Yin Seventeen became the object of everyone's enthusiastic condolences, and Zhan Yan was only slightly asked through Hua Zilai, as for the case of Zhan Yan's troubles, even Zhan Yan was stumped, they just wanted to help, and they didn't know where to help, so they simply didn't care.

For two days, Yin Seventeen's injuries were healed, but his face was not healed, and the case was shelved.

Originally, there were only three main forces in the headcatcher's room, one was seriously injured and recuperated without any doubt, one was only slightly injured, but no matter how he raised it, he couldn't heal the injury, and the other was intact, but he had to take care of the slightly injured man.

So in the past two days, Hua Zilai asked Zhanyan to come out to investigate the case, but there was almost no progress.

One is because the two people who are most familiar with the case have been injured, and the other is because Zhanyan's wounds are always bad, as a member of the Hua family who was sent to Zhanyan to accompany him to grow up, how could he go to investigate the case with peace of mind when Zhanyan's injuries did not heal?

Nothing has progressed, almost a predetermined outcome.

After cleaning the wound, Yin Seventeen was not in a hurry to apply medicine to Zhanyan, but looked at the wound on his left arm and said to Hua Zilai:

"Brother Hua, find a sharp knife."

Penknife?

Hua Zilai was surprised: "What do you want to do?" ”

Yin Seventeen said: "I want to cut off these carrion around the wound." ”

Those carrion, Hua Zilai saw it early, and he also cut off the carrion for Zhanyan a few times, but somehow, this carrion grows fast, and almost two hours after he cuts it off, it will be full of another circle of carrion made of erosion.

After a few times, Zhan Yan let Hua Zilai not have to worry about it, saying that it was poison, and unless it was detoxified, it was useless to cut the carrion repeatedly.

Hua Zilai said this, and Yin Seventeen didn't change his mind:

"Brother Zhan is right, in the absence of a cure for the Gu poison, these carrion will continue to erode the good meat and then generate it, so after cutting off the carrion this time, I will cure the Gu poison for Brother Zhan."

Although Hua Zilai had heard Zhan Yan say that it was Gu poison, but how to solve it, don't talk about him, even Zhan Yan was helpless, so he had already written a letter to his family, thinking that he would quickly send people back to Yanjing to ask for help, if he hadn't been stopped by Zhan Yan when he reported this matter to Zhan Yan, I am afraid that the people of Yanjing would have known the situation of Zhan Yan's poisoning.

This will hear Yin Seventeen say that she has a way to solve the Gu poison, which makes Hua Zilai can't help but look at the face that is still silent-Could it be that this master already knows that Yin Seventeen will solve it?

After Hua Zilai figured it out, he only felt that the worries he had borne in his heart for two days had finally disappeared, but he felt tightness in his chest, this feeling was like someone telling him that your death time was coming, but he didn't tell him that his death date was actually far away a hundred years later, and he was so depressed that he wanted to pinch someone's neck!

And the one who wanted to pinch the most was the uncle with a hawthorn face, but unfortunately Hua Zilai didn't dare, so he only swallowed a few breaths in a row, then turned around resignedly, and took a sharp knife.

After Yin Qiqi took the knife that Hua Zilai fetched, Hua Zilai said that he asked him to cut off the carrion for Zhanyan, probably because he knew that she was actually the understanding behind her daughter, but she shook her head and refused:

"Probably there will be a lot of things like this in the future, I always have to face it, not to mention that I am not delicate, not as useless as you think, although the courage is not the biggest, but it is not small, it is enough."

Hua Zilai was speechless, only aimed at Zhanyan, but found that the lord's ink-like eyes seemed to be glued to Yin Seventeen's face, and the two black eyes were not moving, and he couldn't take his eyes off at all, and it was not difficult to find that there were rare ...... Tender feelings?!

This discovery suddenly made Hua Zilai take a step back, his eyes full of shock, then puzzled, then understood, and finally uncontrollable worry.

After Yin Qizi said softly, "I started", he focused on cutting off the carrion for Zhanyan, the knife was held very steadily, not to say trembling, not to tremble, as if blocking all the sounds and conditions, and only the black dirty blood that flowed out with her knife could be seen in her eyes, and her attention was not distracted by the step of Hua Zilai's retreat.

But this step attracted Zhanyan's attention, and his eyes almost turned to Hua Zilai when he took a step back, staring at Hua Zilai, there was a warning in his eyes, and there was a deterrence from his superiors to his subordinates.

Hua Zilai knew that Zhan Yan would be fine, and his face that finally turned slightly red quickly turned white at this moment, and under the silent shock of Zhan Yan, he nodded slowly and slowly, gathering all the exposed emotions.

After completely cleaning up the carrion, Yin Seventeen's preoccupied spirit was relaxed, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that the water that was originally covered with blood due to cleaning the wound was replaced with a basin of clear water, and she couldn't help but smile at Hua Zilai:

"Brother Hua is really caring!"

Hua Zilai had returned to his usual appearance, but when he heard Yin Seventeen's praise, his expression was no longer as natural as usual, and he smiled quite stiffly.

Although Yin Seventeen felt strange, she didn't care so much, now her mind was completely focused on the wound on Zhanyan's left arm, and everything else had to be put in the back.

After Yin Seventeen cleaned the wound again, the second basin of water was poured out again by the flowers, and the third basin of water was replaced and entered the headcatcher's room.

It's just that as soon as she entered, Hua Zilai saw that Yin Seventeen was about to wipe the knife clean, and the blade gradually pointed at her own left index finger, and the natural care for Yin Seventeen made Hua Zilai instantly return to the role of a warm big brother, and he stepped forward in shock:

"Be careful, Seventeen! Don't hurt yourself, this knife is sharp! ”

Listening to Hua Zilai's sincere and sincere concern, Yin Seventeen hooked his lips and smiled:

"Brother Hua, do you still want to get rid of the Gu poison from Brother Zhan?"

Hua Zilai replied without thinking: "Of course! ”

After blurting out the three words, Hua Zilai reacted a little, and looked at Zhan Yan without any intention of stopping it, he instantly confirmed!

The heart is like a tornado blowing suddenly, and it is like a wave that overturns the river and the sea, washing over and over again the head of the flower that is a little up and a little dazed at the moment.

Silently, with just a slight stroke, the knife cut through Yin Seventeen's fingertips, and the blood mouth more than an inch long was opened, and blood oozed in an instant as the master wished, and quickly condensed into a drop of blood.

Hua Zi watched as the drop of blood slowly and accurately dripped into the wound on Zhan Yan's left arm, drop by drop, and then drop, and the two drops of blood quickly fell into the two hideous blood holes.

Slowly, after the carrion was cut off around the blood hole, it was still dark, apparently eroded and necrotic, and it would not be long before another circle of carrion would be reborn, and it would begin due to the changes in the blood dripping from the wound of Yin Seventeen.

At a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, the entire circle of dark flesh around the blood cave quickly faded, turning from dark to dark gray, and then from dark gray to light gray, until the last bit of light gray disappeared and returned to the fresh color of flesh and blood.

And in the process of this transformation, all the blood stains that were forced out by the blood of Yin Seventeen from deep to shallow flowed into the basin of water that had been prepared earlier, and in the clear water burst out of the black blood water with the center as the point, and one circle after another expanded outward.

The flower was shocked when he saw it - it was a toxin!

And such a thick blood stain can no longer be called water, it is like the mud in the 10,000-year-old stinky ditch, one drop is enough to stink the whole basin of clear water, not to mention that with the surrounding necrotic skin and flesh excreting toxins, the other necrotic flesh in the blood hole also began to change, and the darker blood stains were discharged one after another and flowed into the basin.

Soon, the smell of dead rats spread throughout the headcatcher's room.

At this time, Zhanyan's voice suddenly sounded, and he said to the stunned Hua Zilai:

"Go and close the doors and windows, and no one can come in!"

Hua Zilai was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses-yes! Close the doors and windows!

Yin Seventeen's blood has such a suburb fruit, and it must not be known to others, even if it is not a single point!

Fortunately, the fast catchers and fast hands who went out for lunch did not return, so Hua Zilai took advantage of the fact that there was still some time, and after carrying a whole bucket of clean water into the head catcher's room, he closed all the doors and windows tightly at an unprecedented speed, and then subconsciously gasped.

At this time, Hua Zilai knew how nervous he was, just like a thief who entered the palace to steal treasures, when he went to carry water for backup and close the doors and windows, he was so nervous that he didn't even stop breathing, holding his breath until his back was against the tightly latched wooden latch in the door, and then he released this breath of breath.

Compared with Hua Zilai's abnormal behavior, Zhan Yan and Yin Seventeen are much calmer and more natural, as if such a thing could not be more natural, as if thousands of years ago, the two of them knew such a result, and this moment is just a repetition, nothing to be surprised about, and it is a little ridiculous to reflect Hua Zilai's nervousness and panic.

If Hua Zilai had known that Yin Seventeen had the ability to see the words of the dead with a drop of blood, then now he would be as calm as Zhanyan, after all, even the last words of the dead had been seen through a drop of blood, then this blood could solve the poison of the Golden Silkworm Gu, and it would not be so shocking.

It's a pity that the flowers don't know.

To this day, no one is fortunate enough to know except for Zhanyan.

After a long while, Hua Zi came to his senses, and his qi was smooth, and Fang slowly approached Zhan Yan and Yin Seventeen.

When he saw that the wound on Zhanyan's left arm had already shown the original blood-red flesh of the wound, Hua Zilai grinned, the black flesh that he had seen more than ten times in the past two days was long gone, and only the black blood stain on the side reminded him that he was not insane, everything that happened just now was so real!

Yin Seventeen's left index finger was not treated, and after she saw that the color of Zhanyan's wound finally returned to its normal flesh color, she turned around and walked a few steps, squatted down in front of the wooden barrel that Hua Zilai later carried into the officer's room, threw the clean and white towel directly into the water in the bucket, damped it, twisted it slightly, got up and turned back to Zhanyan's side, and began to gently and slowly clean the wound again.

From beginning to end, except for letting Hua Zi come and go and close the door and window, Zhan Yan didn't want to speak again, his black eyes fell on the serious little face, and then moved to the little hand that was careful for fear of hurting him, slender and white, with a slight roughness in the palm, which was due to the testimony of climbing the mountain cliff for five years to collect medicine.

And these little hands, at this time, are as soft as ever, flawless, as if shining with holy light, dazzling, and strangely like a warm current slowly flowing into the heart of Yanyan, where it passes, there is no spring warm flowers, ice and snow melting.

After cleaning the wound, Yin Qiqi hooked her lips with satisfaction, and after throwing aside the blood-stained towel stained with the normal bright red color, she picked up the bottle of wound medicine that was exactly the same as the one she used, and began to slowly sprinkle the powder on the wound.

After sprinkling, Yin Seventeen looked up at Zhan Yan and asked:

"Does it hurt?"

Yin Qiqi remembered that she didn't have much pain when she took these medicinal powders, but her condition was obviously very different from her, or her reaction after taking the medicine would be different.

Zhan Yan only shook her head slightly, and her eyes moved away from her face, let alone look at her hands and half eyes.

Yin Seventeen looked at Zhan Yan strangely.

This will show the appearance of Yin Seventeen like a child who is in an emotional mood, looking back at the dazzle, but finding that Hua Zilai is actually a comforting old father.

Obviously, now is not the right time to ask this.

Yin Seventeen looked back and continued the movements in his hands, put down the medicine bottle, took the strip of cloth and began to bandage Zhanyan's wounds round and round.

Yin Seventeen, who was focused again, didn't know what kind of days Zhanyan had spent beside Zhanyan in the two days she was recuperating from her injuries, so that it was cold and cold at any time, and from time to time there would be hawthorns shooting over to kill him unexpectedly, which was enough for him to see Zhanyan finally let go of the hawthorn The moment he saw that Zhanyan finally let go of the hawthorn, Lao Huai was so comforted and moved that he only dropped two old tears, and then feasted the guests, and celebrated the whole world!

But soon, Yin Seventeen sensed a very serious and strange problem, and glanced at the old god Zhan Da Hunting Ye who was sitting in the circle chair with a cold expression and an indifferent posture, she pulled Hua Zilai aside in confusion and asked in a whisper:

"Who upset Brother Zhan? Why did he ignore me when I talked to him? (To be continued.) )