At the moment when the rosin was lit up, Qin'er slid down with a rope from the top of the valley and fell heavily into the wild boar dung, splashing the upper half of her body full of pig dung. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Qin'er didn't care, but instead drank in his mouth: "Nine soul-reviving incense, only one soul is left." ”

As soon as the words fell, the wild ginseng surrounded by rosin began to shake violently, and the momentum of drilling down suddenly stopped. After coming back to his senses a little, the wild ginseng began to drill down again, but at a much slower pace. At this time, Lao Jin had already rushed to the front of the wild ginseng, and the golden knife in his hand cut towards the wild ginseng.

At the same time as the golden knife cut into the body of the wild ginseng, a terrible female cry appeared. Lao Jin's hand did not stop at all, and after a while, more than ten tendrils were hanging on the golden knife.

Han Fei wondered in his heart that the thousand-year-old wild ginseng had really become a refinement, and after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly found that the voice was coming from the direction of Qin'er. Han Fei turned his head abruptly and found that Qin'er's face was pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, and his body was shaky. Han Fei immediately rushed towards Qin'er, wanting to hold Qin'er up, but his delicate body was hot, not to mention more than forty degrees. After Qin'er had something to rely on, she couldn't support it anymore and fell into Han Fei's arms, but her physical discomfort was intensifying. Han Fei looked in the direction of Lao Jin, unable to say whether to stop or not.

After the blade was full of thirty tendrils, Lao Jin stopped the golden knife and let the wild ginseng burrow into the soil. Turning his head, he found Qin'er lying in Han Fei's arms, her face pale. Han Fei's voice came into his ears, "Quickly extinguish the rosin." ”

Seeing this, Lao Jin extinguished the rosin and rushed over in a hurry.

Han Feiheng picked up Qin'er and walked out of the valley, and the moonlight shone on Qin'er's face through the leaves, and the whiteness of a dead man appeared. Han Fei was shocked, but he didn't know what to do. Lao Jin also came to his side, but he obviously had no choice. In a hurry, put the root of a wild ginseng into Qin'er's mouth.

Han Fei snatched it and roared, "Her body can't withstand such a fierce tonic. ”

After yelling, Han Fei gradually woke up and understood that losing his temper could not end the problem, but properly venting his anger could temporarily empty his brain and make him sober. Han Fei slapped himself twice, the crisp sound echoed in the jungle, and Han Fei's thinking gradually recovered. At the moment of pumping himself, Han Fei remembered Ah Zhong's death and Xiao Si's anger, but he was left behind again, and now Qin'er's safety is the most important.

Just when Han Fei was thinking about what to do, Qin'er, who was asleep in Han Fei's arms, muttered: "Cold, so cold......"

Han Fei tried Qin'er's forehead, it was still hot and scary, and according to common sense, he should find a way to cool down. Could it be that something is wrong with the system?

Han Fei looked at Qin'er and was in a dilemma, but decided to use conventional methods. Han Fei, who had decided, said to Lao Jin: "Cut down the trees, hollow them out, make them into the shape of buckets, and go to the lake to go deep into the bottom of the lake to get the coldest water." ”

Old Jin snorted and ran over.

When Lao Jin returned, he found that there was a small shed made of dead branches in the clearing, and there was a large fire pit burning fiercely in the shed. For the sake of insurance, Han Fei prepared both methods.

Lao Jin found Han Fei and Qin'er not far from the shed, and hurriedly rushed over. Qin'er lay quietly in Han Fei's arms, as quiet as a kitten, and Han Fei's face couldn't hide the worry.

Seeing Lao Jin come back, Han Fei tore off the corner of his clothes and prepared to wipe Qin'er's face with cold water. Summer has not yet passed, but the water at the bottom of the lake in the forest has accumulated a chill for hundreds of years, and it is still bitterly cold.

When Han Fei just stretched into the water, his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly, disrupting the already calm water surface again.

Lao Jin patted Han Fei's shoulder with his hand and motioned for him to come, Han Fei shook his head lightly and began to wipe Qin'er's face. The icy lake water was placed on Qin'er's forehead, and it quickly became room temperature, but Qin'er's forehead became hotter and hotter, and after changing it a few times, it was still the same.

Han Fei began to give up the method of cooling down, but Han Fei did not dare to try another method, even if he could save Qin'er, Qin'er might burn his brain and weaken his intelligence due to the high temperature.

But Qin'er's breathing became softer and softer, and she saw that there was only air coming out and no air coming in. Han Fei had no choice, and the dead horse had to be a live horse doctor.

Han Fei chewed the roots of the thousand-year-old wild ginseng he snatched from Lao Jin in his mouth, and slowly dripped a drop of juice into Qin'er's mouth, Qin'er's breathing was still weak, but it did not weaken.

Han Fei got up, wiped away the nosebleed that had slipped, and walked towards the shed that had been erected. After filling in the fire pit, carry Qin'er inside, and the shed is surrounded by dense dead branches and leaves, forming a steamer.

Han Fei and Qin'er were lying side by side in the center of the original fire pit, one hand on Qin'er's pulse. In such a high temperature, the nosebleeds began to flow again, and beads of sweat mixed with beans fell on the ground on the side, and were evaporated by the high temperature.

When Qin'er's pulse tended to weaken, Han Fei dripped the juice of the roots of the thousand-year-old wild ginseng into Qin'er's mouth; When the temperature in the shed reached the upper limit of Qin'er's body, Han Fei opened a gap in the shed to cool down. In this cycle, Qin'er's body temperature did not rise, but there was no sign of decreasing, and Han Fei's heart was always hanging.

The long-lasting high temperature and the roots of wild ginseng, Han Fei's whole person seemed to be about to collapse, and he had a feeling of half-dreaming and half-waking, and the perception of his body dropped to the lowest point. At this time, he felt that Qin'er's pulse was weakening, and he struggled to get up, looking at the sleeping Qin'er, Han Fei's heart was about to break.

Tears wanted to pour out of his eyes, but Han Fei held back. Since childhood, once Han Fei cries, the people around him will encounter bad luck. The first time he cried was when he was born, so Han Fei had never seen his mother; The second time I cried, my father disappeared in the middle of the night. So Han Fei no longer allowed himself to cry.

After Han Fei put the last drop of wild ginseng juice in his mouth into Qin'er's mouth, he completely lost consciousness and poured on Qin'er's body. The last tear in the corner of his eye, which he had time to retract, was no longer blocked, crossed Han Fei's cheek, and fell into Qin'er's lips.

Silence, endless silence. Red, boundless red. Scorching, infinite scorching.

Han Fei had a long, long dream, in which he had been scorched by the flames, and his bones seemed to be melted away. His subconscious mind told him that as long as he passed out, the pain would end. But he was still persevering, and for a long time even he forgot what he wanted to insist on. It was painful, it was very uncomfortable, but strangely enough, I never thought of giving up.

"Although I forgot what I was holding onto, since I didn't think about giving up, I kept holding on until the moment I lost consciousness." Han Fei said to himself with a wry smile in his heart.

After that, Han Fei closed his eyes and let the flames rage and the heat run rampant. Han Fei gradually lost consciousness, but maintained a standing posture.

Just when Han Fei was about to lose the last trace of consciousness, a beam of light came in. Han Fei slowly opened his eyes, and Lao Jin's face appeared in his sight. The little hand in his hand had returned to normal temperature, Han Fei stood up and looked at Qin'er beside him, Qin'er's face was flushed, she was no longer as pale as last night, her forehead was no longer hot, her breathing was stable, and her pulse was stable.

Han Fei got up and carried Qin'er out of the shed and returned to the camp with Lao Jin. Without that burning sensation, Han Fei felt that his physical condition couldn't be better, and he had inexhaustible energy, which should be the reason for the roots of wild ginseng.

After putting Qin'er back in the tent, Han Fei took the water handed over by Lao Jin and drank it in a big gulp. Han Fei quickly recovered, looking at the bright weather and Qin'er sleeping in the tent, the years were quiet. But there is a voice in Han Fei's heart that denies all this, Qin'er is far more important than the unknown in his heart, but at this moment, Han Fei will choose the latter.

Han Fei decided to leave, and when Qin'er woke up, it was estimated that he would not be able to leave.

Han Fei said to Lao Jin: "I'm leaving, take her home safely." ”

Lao Jin nodded lightly, his lips opened, but he couldn't make a sound. After Han Fei took one last look at Qin'er, he waved his hand and left.

Lao Jin looked at Han Fei's back, although he didn't get along for a long time, Lao Jin's evaluation of Han Fei was quite high, affectionate, righteous, flesh and blood, and very talented. really wants to be a brother, but Han Fei obviously has his own beliefs and persistence. We will meet by fate.

Han Fei soon disappeared from Lao Jin's sight and walked towards the place where the car was hidden. The energetic Han Fei soon came to the location of the hidden car, and took the nostalgic Han Fei to YC with the car. What he didn't know was that there was a storm waiting for him at YC.

Han Fei arrived at YC until it was close to noon, and there was no obstruction at the city gate, but after Han Fei walked away, one of the guards secretly disappeared.

When Han Fei returned home, he took out the key and was about to open the door, but the door opened a crack under the touch of Han Fei's fingertips. Han Fei immediately became alert like an electric shock, touched the pistol in his hand, and abandoned the gate to climb over the wall into the courtyard. Han Fei, who was on guard, landed on one knee, pointed his gun forward, and took the entire courtyard into his eyes at a forty-five-degree angle. But all he saw was Han Hu lying in a pool of blood, Han Fei held Han Hu in his arms, tried his heartbeat and pulse, and it was gone.

Han Fei tore off his clothes and bandaged Han Hu's wound, and then hammered Han Hu's chest hard. A miracle happened, and Han Hu, whose heartbeat and pulse had stopped, coughed violently and opened his eyes. But there is more air out than in, and it looks like I can't live anymore.

Han Hu, who woke up, used his last strength to hold Han Fei's hand, and was stopped by Han Fei just as he was about to speak. Han Fei cut his wrist and dripped blood into Han Hu's mouth.