"Who sent you?" The tone of the young man in Chinese costume did not carry a trace of popularity, it was cold, as if it was about to penetrate into the bones of people.

The blood loss barely stopped, Jiang Baoqing endured the severe pain and cheered up: "I'm just an ordinary village girl here, and I grew up in this nearby village when I was a child. You can go and investigate, my family background is innocent, and I am not a suspicious person at all. ”

Bai Qi was a little impatient: "Then how do you know that the master is poisoned?" ”

Jiang Baoqing knew that she had faintly grasped a glimmer of life, she had lost too much blood and was dizzy, but she didn't dare to faint at this time. With the sharp pain in her shoulder, she kept the last trace of sanity and explained with difficulty: "Looking, hearing and asking is the most basic. There is a trace of green gas between your master's eyebrows, which is clearly a sign of poisoning. However, the upper body and hands are flexible, and the lower limbs do not show any signs of atrophy and deformation, unlike people who are born with disabilities, but they are confined to wheelchairs. I guessed that it was the inconvenience of walking caused by blood poisoning. ”

Jiang Baoqing knew that this young man in Chinese clothes was a pervert, she used the lives of his subordinates as a threat, but he didn't bite the bait at all.

At such a time of life and death, she must show that she has the value of life.

Acupuncture is her biggest hole card.

Bai Qi had already believed most of Jiang Baoqing's words at this moment.

He was a little excited, and looked at the young man in Chinese clothes as if pleading: "Master! ”

The young man in Chinese costume didn't say a word, but his expression was still as cold as ice.

However, his hand in the wheelchair slowly clenched tightly.

He was not born with a disability, and he was once a proud son of heaven, but a conspiracy killed his father, and he himself was poisoned. If it weren't for his internal strength, he forced the poison to his legs, and I am afraid that he would have died of poison.

He stared at Jiang Baoqing deadly.

Jiang Baoqing endured the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, tried to concentrate herself, her thin white lips closed one by one: "Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance......

The young man in Chinese costume suddenly changed.

Jiang Baoqing couldn't bear the overwhelming dizziness anymore, closed his eyes, and fell down.

……

When Jiang Baoqing woke up again, it was already a little dark, she was lying on a big rock by the stream, her shoulders had been bandaged, and the wound was a little cool.

There was no one around.

What wheelchair metamorphosis, the man with the sword, is gone.

Even the body that had fallen on the bank of the stream was gone.

Still a little dizzy, Jiang Baoqing sat on the stone with great effort, looked around, and was dazed for a moment.

If it weren't for the injury on her shoulder reminding her that it wasn't a dream, she might have thought that what she had encountered was a hallucination.

That pervert didn't kill her, but it didn't take her away.

Jiang Baoqing moved slightly, and he pulled the wound, which was very painful.

Jiang Baoqing pursed his lips expressionlessly.

Compared with losing her life, the pain at the moment was more of a reminder that she had escaped death.

Even those two outlaws even bandaged her wounds?

The wound seemed to be dressed okay, but she had lost too much blood and was dizzy.

Jiang Baoqing got up slowly, and slowed down for a while before he eased up his strength.

The rag bag she had brought earlier was still on the side, her mouth was not tightened, and some of the three sevens came out.

Jiang Baoqing stared at those notoginseng, and only then did she realize that the wound on her shoulder was cool and cool, and someone else should have used these notoginseng to stop her bleeding at will and give her medicine, right?

"It's broken, my needle ......" Jiang Baoqing saw Sanqi and remembered his embroidery needle again.

Before she fell unconscious, the embroidery needles she used to pierce the big hole near her right shoulder to stop the bleeding.

Now that none of them are gone, I think I must have let those two take them.

Jiang Baoqing was very distressed.

That's what she worked so hard to grind with an embroidery needle!

But no matter how distressed she was, she still had to hurry home before dark.

Jiang Baoqing couldn't help but feel dizzy, and his right arm was temporarily unable to move due to a shoulder injury. She picked up the rag bag with her left hand and stumbled down the hill following the route she remembered.

By the time Jiang Baoqing arrived at Jiang's house, it was already completely dark.

Fortunately, there was no one in the village at this time, and she didn't have to scare others with blood, thinking that something was wrong with her.

Quietly touched Jiang's house, Jiang Baoqing saw that the door of the adobe house was full of mud, and he knew that it was right to avoid it before.

When she opened the door, Jiang Baoqing lay on the kang like a dead dog, even though her shoulders still hurt a little, but she was groggy thinking about today's magnificence, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

Probably because of excessive blood loss, Jiang Baoqing's biological clock did not work for the first time. She fell asleep groggily until three o'clock in the morning, when she was disturbed by the sound of knocking on the door outside.

Jiang Baoqing's body seemed to be very sensitive to pain, and Jiang Baoqing only felt that her shoulder hurt as if someone was stabbing her shoulder with a knife.

She gritted her back molars, and scolded the dead pervert of the wheelchair playing with the dagger in her heart.

This dead pervert/pervert is really ruthless, this is a penetrating injury! Piercing wounds!

If she's not careful, her shoulder will be wasted!

"Who!" Jiang Baoqing shouted angrily at the person who kicked the door.

The person who kicked the door outside paused, and then kicked more violently: "Stinky fool, get out of here!" ”

Jiang Baoqing could hear it, it was Jiang Youcai's voice.

Jiang Youcai was ruined by Jiang Daya's bowl of inferior * administration before, and he was supposed to boil it and drink some heat and detoxification decoction. However, Mrs. Li had to believe the words of the goddess Wei who danced the great god, and felt that Jiang Youcai had fallen into evil, so she gave him several days of talisman water, and Jiang Youcai's face turned yellow after drinking, but he suffered in vain for several days.

It seems that this is idle itchy skin.

Jiang Baoqing habitually touched her embroidery needle as a precaution, and as soon as her arm moved, the corners of her eyes twitched.

At this time, she also remembered that all the embroidery needles were taken away.

She didn't have a single one left.

Jiang Baoqing took a deep breath.

"Stinky fool! Open the door! The sound of kicking the door became more and more intense, and Jiang Baoqing had the strength to kick the door without responding.

Jiang Baoqing took a deep breath, endured the pain and got up from the kang, copied a small shovel used to dig wild vegetables with his left hand, and opened the door with great difficulty.

Jiang Youcai stood at the door proudly, just about to scold this stinky fool, yesterday he actually asked him and Jin Wu's cousin to dig two buckets of river mud in vain. However, as soon as Jiang Baoqing opened the door, before his scolding voice came out, his face turned white all of a sudden, and he pointed at Jiang Baoqing like a ghost and trembled: "You, you, you killed someone?!" ”

Before Jiang Baoqing could change the old clothes he was wearing, most of his body was stained with blood, and he looked like he had killed someone.

Jiang Baoqing sighed, and the gloomy Chao Jiang Youcai showed his snow-white teeth, and smiled evilly.

"Kill, kill!" Jiang Youcai was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground, got up with his hands and feet, and ran to the main house screaming, "The fool has killed someone!" ”