In the huge space behind the courtyard wall, what they turned into was actually a big house of a large family, and next to the thatched house was a pond, and the rippling blue pond water reflected the night, reflecting the bright moon and stars.

After repelling the pursuers, Zhu Beichen supported Qijian and fled along the path by the pond.

Extravagant ancient house building, behind the pond are rows of houses with hidden doors and windows.

The speed of running with a seriously injured man was not very fast, for fear of being caught up by the people behind, he picked an inconspicuous room and helped seven rooms to hide in, tiptoeing to close the door.

The footsteps were approaching, and the two of them didn't dare to take a breath after hiding behind the door.

A tall figure is reflected on the silk paper between the carved windows, holding a torch, and the scythe-shaped projection indicates that there is only one window between the two sides.

He stood for a moment in confusion, the hearts of the two men hanging in the window, tense and closely watching his movements.

Fortunately, he stayed for a short time and then hurriedly walked away, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's hide here for now, they won't be able to find it for a while." Zhu Beichen said.

Qijian's body was paralyzed, and he didn't react at all, and he shook it twice before he rolled his eyelids and smiled: "I'm not dead." ”

There was a strange tone in his voice, as if someone was sobbing quietly in the room.

Only then did Zhu Beichen notice that there was a small body curled up in the corner of the house, and the nerves that had just been relaxed immediately tensed again, and he couldn't shout loudly.

The figure curled up in the corner of the wall trembled and trembled from time to time, Zhu Beichen settled down and said, I'll go see what it is.

Cover the light in one hand and light in the other. The faint light of the fire illuminated the corner, and sure enough, there was a small body curled up in the corner.

Zhu Beichen turned his head and gestured to Qijian: It should be a child.

Lying on his body, his spine bent into an arch, his head buried deep between his arms, hearing Zhu Beichen's footsteps, the child looked through the gap between his arms from time to time, and inadvertently swept the child's eyes, and what was read from his eyes was inexplicable horror.

Zhu Beichen's vigilance suddenly disappeared, thinking about how dangerous a child could be, and looking at him, he seemed to be very afraid of seeing the living.

I just don't know why he's hiding in this room alone.

The burning time is too long, and the fire machine is so hot that I am busy extinguishing the fire and blowing my scalded hands.

Zhu Beichen approached the child and patted him on the shoulder kindly: "Hey." Hey, don't be afraid. ”

The moonlight through the window hit the child, and the smaller and weak body was so thin that the skin was wrapped in bones, but he never looked up, no matter how Zhu Beichen called him, the child still stubbornly buried his head.

Bear kids! Zhu Beichen, who completely lost his patience, decided to leave the child alone for the time being, and it may not be a good thing to socialize with anyone in a strange place.

Turning around and just about to leave, the child quickly raised his head and glanced at Zhu Beichen, his eyes staring at him from behind made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Turning his head to meet the child's gaze, he couldn't see the child's face clearly in the dark room, but he felt that the gaze was very sharp, and it shouldn't be the eyes that a child of this age should have.

Raising his wrist and hitting the lighter again, the face of the child in front of him made Zhu Beichen's heart chuckle suddenly.

I couldn't believe it, the child's eyes bulged out, the skin on his face was dull and lackluster, and his face was so thin that he was no longer human-shaped.

What was even more frightening was his hands, the whole arm was covered with large and small blisters, the blisters burst in some parts, and thick yellow mucus dripped from time to time.

The mucus attachment site began to fester, and the half-hung rotten flesh was still attached to the arm.

His gaze was so sad and helpless that anyone would feel pity when they saw it.

How much pain it must have endured for the skin to fester. It's no wonder that his eyes look so complicated.

The smell of feces on Zhu Beichen's body was far less disgusting than the pus-yellow mucus, swallowed his saliva twice, restrained his vomiting, and immediately realized that the boy was carrying germs.

It was obviously some kind of highly contagious virus, and the soles of his feet were cold and hesitant to approach him.

If he did not receive any rescue treatment, the child would most likely die. But where can I heal him?

All the images fell into Shichima's eyes, and he said, "It's a contagious disease, and his skin will fester, inch by inch, and eventually his internal organs will rot." A little pus will infect you, don't... Touch him. ”

Such words are a little unkind, and the seven rooms are also very helpless in their hearts.

Zhu Beichen knew in his heart, although he couldn't bear it, he still chose to keep a distance from the kid and sat back beside Qijian.

Hemostatic gauze, anti-inflammatory injections, tweezers, miniature saws, and a series of medical equipment were taken out of the medicine box, and they were busy sawing off the clusters of arrows on the seven wounds.

The blood that flowed out was thick and black, and it was impossible to tell if there was poison on the arrows, because Shichima itself was poisonous.

Taking the arrow for debridement, Zhu Beichen operated all this jerkyly.

Waiting for the time to be consumed bit by bit, until the outside world was completely silent, and the laborious operation was announced.

"Are you alright?"

"The wound is fine. It's been so long, Beichen, and I guess my time is running out. "Shichima refers to the corpse poison that remains in his body without turning bones, although it has been suppressed by the acupuncture method of July, after all, it has been delayed for too long. He had a premonition that his days were numbered.

Zhu Beichen was dumbfounded, and it didn't make any sense to say comforting words against his will.

"Do you want to hear where I come from, what I've done in my life, where I come from, isn't it something you've always been curious about?" As his life draws to a close, Shichima feels compelled to confess his origins to him. Shichima didn't know how much time he had left.

Zhu Beichen hesitated, his hands clenched into fists, the green tendons on his arms appeared, and he said bluntly: "It doesn't matter to me who you are or where you come from, I regard you as a brother, and I don't allow you to die." ”

Is something else really that important or not? A person's identity and origin will be wiped out after his death, and the biggest similarity between people is that they came to this world without a piece. No matter how rich and noble you are in life, you can't take anything with you in the world after death.

"Nope! I'm going to say. You let me finish my sentence. Seven stubborn words.

"Good. You said. You said. I couldn't hold back the pain in my heart anymore, and grabbed the remnants of Shichi's left hand, tears gradually moistened my eyes.

"You think I'm a Taoist priest, but I'm not. Speaking of which, we still have a lot of connections. "Seven Houses.

The blood in Shichima's mouth kept gushing out, black and sour.

"My Dao art lineage is in the same vein as yours. I also used to be a descendant of the Yin Rune Sutra. Shichima took a breath and said.