Zhao Yueru struggled to get up, turned around and rushed forward again without hesitation, she couldn't let Wei Qing die like this, if she wanted to die, she would die together.

The blood-eating fisherman looked at these two people proudly, he was calculating in his heart, which one to start with, maybe it would be better to start with the man, but in a blink of an eye, the man's body had been cut seven or eight times, and the blood had stained his clothes red.

A transverse flute suddenly played leisurely, and it was a diluted and modest piece of music: "Qingping Music".

The rope of the blood-eating fisherman shook violently, and the terrifying blade net broke at once, Zhao Yue happened to rush at this time, she reacted very quickly, grabbed Wei Qing, and dragged Wei Qing back.

Wei Qing's body was dripping with blood, and he gasped loudly.

The blood-eating fisherman didn't pay attention to Wei Qing and Zhao Yueru anymore, but glared at the two of them viciously.

"You ,,,,,!" The blood-eating fisherman had already fallen down with a single word.

His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't blink a blind eye.

He had just gone all out to deal with Wei Qing and Zhao Yueru, but unexpectedly, someone suddenly released a hidden weapon, which was a very small poisonous needle, and with the continuous sound of the flute, he avoided at least fifteen needles, but after all, one needle pierced him.

He died like this, and he died very unconvinced.

Zhao Yueru hurriedly helped Wei Qing stop the bleeding, but Wei Qing's body was injured several times, where could she stop it for a while, she was so anxious that she shed tears.

Wei Qing smiled: "You look good when you cry!" ”

Zhao Yueru didn't have the heart to flirt with Wei Qing, her hands were covered with blood, and she was about to tear her clothes when she gritted her teeth.

Someone handed over a towel to the side.

"Uncle!" Zhao Yueru looked up and exclaimed in surprise.

"Let's stop his bleeding before we speak!" A skinny man in his fifties said, holding a couple of towels and a bottle of medicine in his hands.

Zhao Yueru nodded again and again, the man opened the medicine bottle, there was yellow flower foam inside, he sprinkled this medicine foam on Wei Qing's wound, the medicine was extremely magical, the blood sprinkled everywhere stopped immediately, Zhao Yueru helped wrap Wei Qing's wounds one by one.

After a while, the wound had been treated, and Zhao Yueru and her uncle helped Wei Qing up and walked towards the house at the end of the path.

Wei Qing was secretly surprised in his heart, I don't know what kind of wound medicine this man was applying just now, not only did the bleeding stop in this moment, but the pain of the wound was also greatly reduced, he said: "Thank you, this medicine is really magical!" ”

The man supported Wei Qing and said: "General Wei doesn't have to be polite, Zhao Xiao is just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, but General Wei is the niece who has escorted him for hundreds of miles, and I want to thank you more!" ”

"Uncle, you know everything!" Zhao Yueru felt strange in her heart.

Zhao Wei smiled and said, "General Wei's friend specially sent someone to protect me and told me all these things!" ”

"My friend!" Wei Qing felt strange in his heart.

Zhao Xiao saw that Wei Qing's expression was wrong, and pointed behind Wei Qing: "Isn't that person your friend!" ”

Wei Qing and Zhao Yueru turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see a woman in the distance, holding a horizontal flute, who had already walked away, and could only see the back.

Zhao Yueru snorted: "Since it is a young woman, it must be General Wei's friend!" ”

Wei Qing had no choice but to smile bitterly.

He didn't know who this person was, but he smelled a big vinegar smell in Zhao Yueru's mouth.

Zhao Ji already understood the relationship between the two as soon as he heard it, laughed, and said: "Yueru, first help General Wei to the room and lie down, let's talk slowly!" ”

Zhao Yueru replied while helping Zhao Ji to help Wei Qing into the house: "Let's talk slowly, does General Wei have friends to chat with?" ”

Zhao Ji snorted his eyes at Wei Qing, with a smile on his face, and reminded Wei Qing: "Beware of your feet, there is a corpse!" ”

Zhao Ji settled Wei Qing in the room and lay down, and sat outside the room with Zhao Yueru, Zhao Ji smiled and said: "Good niece and daughter, you haven't come to see me for many years, and you will make such a lot of mess when you come!" ”

"Uncle, you're all right!" Only then did Zhao Yueru take the time to ask: "There are three very powerful killers outside who want to kill us, I'm worried about you all the way?" What's going on with the corpse in front of the door! ”

"I'm fine, I'm just taken aback!" Zhao Ji smiled and said: "Early this morning, someone with a knife forced me not to move, until not long ago, that person died inexplicably, and then a masked woman sneaked in from the back window, gave me a bottle of medicine, and said that there is a general Wei Qing who escorted my niece to walk hundreds of miles here, and is now in front of the door, let me help you, so I came out!" ”

Zhao Yueru knew that this was Zhao Ji's deliberate relaxation, it was almost noon now, and he was forced with a knife this morning, and he didn't know why? This taste can not be bearable, fortunately my uncle had many hardships when he was young, and this accident did not scare him out of his problems, otherwise she would have been a great sin.

Zhao Ji didn't care about the fright he was frightened, he asked: "Yueru, why did you come so far to see me, your father and mother are good!" ”

Zhao Yueru's eyes turned red: "They ,,,,,, they have all passed away!" ”

"What?" Zhao Ji stood up in shock.

"What's going on!" He asked urgently, "Is it an epidemic?" ”

Zhao Yueru shook her head and glanced inside, the hatred that she had forgotten for a long time in her heart actually thought about it again, but how could she tell her uncle about the difficulties and twists and turns here, even if she wanted to say it, how could she say it in front of Wei Qing, she sighed secretly in her heart, it seemed that she could only tell a lie first, and then slowly tell her uncle after Wei Qing left, she sighed: "Uncle, this matter is hard to explain, let's talk about it,,,,,! ”

Before he finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the door: "What's going on, big brother, are you okay?" ”

With this voice, the door was pushed open suddenly, and a stout man in his forties broke in.

Zhao Ji smiled: "Don't worry, I'm still alive?" ”

The man was stunned, looked at the corpse outside the door, and then looked at the two people sitting in the room, I don't know what was going on.

Zhao Ji said to Zhao Yueru: "This person is also surnamed Zhao, named Zhao Tuo, originally lived next to me, and then we became brothers, Yueru, you also have to call him uncle!" ”

Zhao Tuo looked at Zhao Yueru and said with a smile: "This is your niece!" ”

"It's your niece, too!" Zhao Ji replied.

Zhao Tuo touched his head and laughed.

"What's the matter with the corpse outside the door!" Zhao Tuo smiled and asked again.

"It was General Wei who killed him!" Zhao Yueru said: "Those are the killers who want to kill him!" ”

Zhao Tuo's face suddenly changed.

"Who killed it!"

Zhao Yueru was even more surprised than Zhao Tuo, she really didn't understand why Zhao Tuo's expression suddenly changed, and replied: "It's General Wei!" ”

"Where are the others!" Anger welled up in Zhao Tuo's eyes.

Zhao Ji suddenly stood up and stood in front of Zhao Tuo: "Brother, let's go outside and talk!" ”

Zhao Tuo didn't dare to disobey his brother's wishes, so he had to turn around and go out hatefully.

The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and Wei Qing slowly walked out.

In just a moment, his expression has improved a lot, it can almost be said that he can move freely, he looked at Zhao Yueru, Zhao Yueru also looked at him, the expressions of the two people were full of doubts, I really don't know why Zhao Tuo had such a big reaction when he heard the words "General Wei".

As soon as the door rang, Zhao Ji walked in with a suitcase in his hand, saw Wei Qing standing on the ground, raised his thumb, and said: "General Wei is really an iron-clad man, come and come, it just so happened that Brother Zhao Tuo brought some wine and food, you shouldn't have lunch yet!" Let's have some food together! ”

"Why didn't Mr. Zhao Tuo come!" Wei Qing asked.

Zhao Ji sighed: "This is a long story, he was going to ask me for a little wine today, but he heard General Wei's surname, so he didn't say anything and didn't come in!" ”

"My last name!" Wei Qing was confused, what happened to his surname?

Zhao Ji said: "Let's talk about it while eating!" ”

Wei Qing was also really hungry, nodded and agreed immediately, Zhao Yueru helped set up the tables and chairs, the three of them sat around the table, eating slowly, and Zhao Ji also slowly talked about a piece of history.

It was when Zhao Tuo was twelve years old, and his father was a tinkerer who walked the streets and alleys, and because his hometown was affected by the disaster, the father and son left their hometown and came here.

They had no money and no place to live, so they had to stay in a private school run by a teacher surnamed Wei.

Although he was clever and clever, Mr. Wei treated him very badly, and used him as a small worker every day, but refused to teach him knowledge, especially Mr. Wei's youngest son, who often beat him, scolded him, hid his books, tore off his writings, nailed nails in his tables and chairs, and kept playing with him.

When he was fourteen years old, his father died, and he had no place to bury his father, because there was no land for them, and his father stopped in Yizhuang for seven days, and he had to bury his father in a desolate place, and three days later, his father's grave was dug up and his body was thrown out.

He knew who did it, and he could see the gloating eyes of Mr. Wei's youngest son very clearly, but he couldn't do anything but cry and find another place to bury his father.

Three days later, the grave was dug up again.

He cried and kowtowed to his father a few times, then carried his father's body on his back to the river and threw it into the river.

At that moment, he swore to the sky that in the future, he would definitely take revenge, as long as it was someone surnamed Wei, he would die.

This is Zhao Tuo's story, when he said this story, his voice was not loud, but in the ears of Zhao Yueru and Wei Qing, the words were like thunder.

What kind of scene is it to dig up graves, steal bones and lift corpses, and what kind of mood is it for a lonely fourteen-year-old boy to face all this.

Zhao Yueru closed her eyes in pain, she couldn't imagine how this Zhao Tuo in front of her threw her father's body into the river, there seemed to be a "plop" sound in her ears, and a fourteen-year-old child looked at Jiang Xin in despair.

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