On the face, neck, and hands, there are dense wounds all over, although not deep, but very dense, at a glance, a little terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Alas!" The doctor who treated the duckweed's wound sighed and tried to lighten the movements in his hand as much as possible, "I don't know who it is, so mad." ”

There are many wounds on the duckweed's body, but most of them are not fatal, and the murderer's purpose in hurting people is obviously not to kill the duckweed, but to torture him.

"This is still a visible wound, there are more wounds in other parts of his body, and the whole person is bleeding too much, so he is unconscious."

Song Wan'er listened quietly, very calm on the surface, but her clenched fists revealed her thoughts.

"When will he wake up?" Yunmo asked.

"I've been given the medicine, and after half an hour, I'm almost able to wake up." The doctor replied.

Yunmo called Liuzhou and asked what happened.

Liuzhou immediately told what he knew, and when he saw a figure covered in blood and staggering closer, he was a little afraid to recognize that this was a duckweed.

As soon as the duckweed saw Liuzhou, the person fell into a coma, and did not say anything important at that time.

"By the way, before the duckweed man fell into a coma, the person he wanted to see was the housewife." Liuzhou Road.

"The subordinate found this on him." The doctor in charge of treating duckweed's wounds brought something over.

It was a box, the outside was very tightly wrapped, Yunmo motioned for Song Wan'er to retreat, and when she opened it, she found that there was only a dry leaf in the box.

The leaves look like they've been dry for a long time, and they don't have any moisture at all, and they seem to crumble into powder when touched.

Song Wan'er approached the box and looked at the leaves inside, "Could this be the thing used by the Hidden Family to determine the merits of the bloodline." ”

The guess is seventy percent correct, duckweed once said that it was a kind of leaf, and he made himself bruised all over his body, so the contents of the treasure box, this thing should be very important.

"See what?" Yunmo asked.

Song Wan'er looked back and forth carefully, and finally shook her head, she didn't recognize what kind of leaf this was.

"Maybe Master knows, I'll go to Master and ask." Song Wan'er said.

As the trustee of the Qinglian faction, the national teacher has been in charge of the Qinglian faction for decades, and he has seen a lot of knowledge, so he may know this kind of leaf.

"Wan'er girl, what's wrong?" The national teacher looked at Song Wan'er and said, his eyes looked at the box she was holding in her hand.

The national teacher stared at the leaves in the box, and thought flashed in his eyes.

The leaf looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but when he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

The age of the leaf is too old, Song Wan'er and the national teacher did not do it at will, it is very fragile.

"Mistress, duckweed has woken up." Someone outside the house came to report.

"Wan'er, wait for the teacher, let's go together." The national teacher simply cleaned up, took the box, and left with Song Wan'er.

When the duckweed first woke up, his eyes were still a little dazed, staring at the person in front of him, and he quickly remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious.

"Where's my stuff?" The duckweed man looked down at his body, his clothes had been changed, and the things he was protecting in his arms were gone.

The duckweed guest looked anxious, that thing is very important, but it must not be lost.

"Don't move." The doctor in charge of treating the wound saw that the duckweed was struggling to get up, and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"You're all wounded, and you can't move." The doctor snapped out, reaching out and holding down the duckweed to stop him from moving.

"Where's my stuff?" The duckweed man pulled the doctor's clothes and asked with a fierce expression.

"Let it go." A voice sounded outside the house, and Song Wan'er walked in quickly, "Lie down and don't move, you don't want to die." ”

With such a serious injury on his body, he narrowly picked up a life from the ghost gate, he didn't cherish it, and he dared to toss like this, it was simply looking for death.

"Your box." Song Wan'er took the box from her master's hand and put it in the duckweed's hand, "What you're looking for." ”

The duckweed guest was holding on to a breath, but now he was relieved to see that the box was safe, he didn't notice it just now, but now the pain is coming, and he is uncomfortable.

"Oops! The wound opened again. The doctor who was let go of his hand by the duckweed man looked at the blood that appeared on this person's body, and said anxiously.

"It's okay, I can't die." The duckweed looked at the doctor and smiled, and said a few words apologetically.

The doctor didn't care about it, and hurriedly re-medicated and bandaged the duckweed, and there was a period of chaos, and when everything was cleaned up again, half an hour had passed.

The duckweed guest was lying half-dead on the bed, his face wrapped in layers of gauze, bandaged like a zongzi.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on? What is this thing? Song Wan'er asked.

The duckweed guest said: "This is the leaf used to identify the bloodline, I went back this time, and I happened to meet an elder in the clan, and he gave me something." ”

The leaf is the leaf that the duckweed guest identified at that time, and this elder is also the one who has been taking care of the duckweed guest growing up.

Duckweed has poor bloodline qualifications, and his parents abandoned him when he was very young and gave birth to a new child.

A good Samaritan of the tribe, seeing that the child was pitiful, adopted him.

The duckweed guest smiled bitterly, "Of course, he adopted a child with poor qualifications and bloodlines, and he was also ostracized a lot in the clan. ”

"When I went back this time, he knew that I was looking for this thing, so he brought it to me." Duckweed said it easily.

Song Wan'er saw the solemnity on the duckweed's face.

The duckweed man lowered his head, hiding the dark color in his eyes, clenched his fists, and strained hard.

"By the way, he left me a word." Duckweed said politely, and hurriedly said that sentence.

"Bloodthirsty plants." Song Wan'er muttered that sentence.

"The Patriarch's Codex." The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and Song Wan'er and the national teacher and apprentice looked at each other.

"Is that the one?" Song Wan'er asked.

"That's right." The national teacher nodded.

In the cold palace of the palace that year, the portrait found was also a copy of the grandfather's codex.

"No wonder it looks familiar, I saw it there." Song Wan'er muttered.

"From this point of view, Master Zu can't say that he knows about this thing." Song Wan'er walked back and forth, desperately recalling the details she saw at that time.

The grandfather on that painting is very beautiful, wearing a gorgeous dress and embroidered with beautiful patterns? That's right, the pattern embroidered on the patriarch's clothes is also leaves, the branches are entangled, and many leaves are entangled.

"Master, what about the book? Do you have it with you? Song Wan'er turned to look at her master and asked.

The national teacher shook his head, and then in Song Wan'er's disappointed eyes, he said: "It's true that things aren't around, but what you want to know, the teacher can probably tell you." ”