Just now he designed to feign serious injuries in order to make himself appear; There is also this palm method, with such an internal force in his body, he insists on not using it......

This young man is a little admired by him, maybe he can not kill for the time being......

Just as he was silent, watching Fu Yunge roll, a small thing caught his attention again.

It was a knife that had just been pointed at his heart, and it fell out of his torn clothes. It was one, dark blue pill.

The moment he saw it, he tilted his head slightly. After a specious moment of contemplation, he turned and ran to the deepest part of the hallway.

Soon, a sword shadow swept through the darkness at the end, accompanied by a low roar like a lion. Then, from the end of the corridor, a flash of light slowly emerged.

Fu Yunge was in severe pain, but he vaguely felt the situation around him. Why didn't the man kill him...... Where did he go?

However, this outbreak is even worse than the previous one. Because of the internal and external injuries, and the use of the true qi to suppress the injury, Fu Yunge tried to suppress it with the old method several times, but it was ineffective.

Wave after wave of pain struck him, gradually eroding his consciousness. At the moment of crisis, an orange-yellow light slowly emerged, shining into his eyelids.

"Yes...... Who ......"

Listening to his questioning through gritted teeth, the visitor did not answer. I saw him slowly put down the lantern in his hand, leaned over, and pressed his two fingers on Fu Yunge's back.

"I'm here to help you suppress it, don't act rashly."

A cold voice, with a few wisps of gentleness. Fu Yunge felt a stream of true qi emanating from that person's hand, slowly helping him suppress his manic true qi.

"Hmm......" the visitor frowned, but quickly calmed down.

After a while, with the assistance of this person, Fu Yunge's pain was temporarily calmed.

Fu Yunge was already sweating profusely, and he had lost a trace of strength. Blood stained his clothes, and the only thing he felt was fainting.

Slowly opened his eyes, and the person he saw was a face that could not hide his coldness. I saw that his lips were purple, his cheekbones were slightly raised, and his appearance was not like ordinary people.

"Thank you, but which one of you ......" Fu Yunge asked reluctantly, gasping heavily.

The man said lightly: "Linyan Chunshui Building, deputy owner, Yi Weihan." ”

"The deputy owner?" Fu Yunge tried to get up from the ground, "What...... Never heard of ......"

Yi Weihan pressed his shoulder: "You are in an unstable condition, rest for a while." ”

Fu Yunge had no choice but to lie back again. He still looked directly at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and suddenly remembered what happened just now: "By the way, there is an assassin in the Linyan Chunshui Building...... Ahem, he ran over there......"

"I know." Yi Weihan was not surprised. "I heard the sound of the corridor just now, and then I ran into the bronze masked man. I have sanctioned him on the spot. ”

He ...... He's dead? Fu Yunge was a little surprised, "Speaking of which, I did hear the sound over there just now......

Yi Weihan's face remained unchanged: "That person's strength is not shallow, but it's a pity that choosing Linyan Chunshui to start is his biggest stupidity." ”

When Fu Yunge heard him say this, he had to believe it. However, the opponent who was able to almost kill himself was solved by this [deputy landlord] lightly, and it seems that there is still a big gap between himself and the master of Xuanhui.

But as soon as he thought about it for a moment, Fu Yunge felt Yi Weihan's eyes cast at him. Only then did he suddenly remember that he was also a "trespasser", so he hurriedly told him what he had just seen and heard.

Yi Weihan did not show a reproachful look. Listening to Fu Yunge gasping and finishing what he had just done, he just nodded: "Chunshui Building is not strict in prevention, and I rely on your help this time." ”

"Well, don't thank me." Fu Yunge waved his hand, "I have received your help, and it is appropriate to take action when encountering this kind of thing." ”

But I almost got rid of it...... He silently laughed at himself in his heart. If it weren't for Yi Weihan, the deputy owner, who came in time......

Wait a minute......

Fu Yunge suddenly remembered what Boss Lu had said before. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly, becoming a shadow under the lamp.

Yi Weihan looked at him, and the corner of his eye quietly noticed this slight change.

The lantern light warmed and dispelled the darkness of Fangcai. Fu Yunge rested for a while, and slowly was able to sit and stand up.

During this period, Yi Weihan found him a suitable set of clothes. Fu Yunge thanked him and took it, and Yi Weihan didn't mean to let him stay for a long time.

Get dressed. Fu Yunge's big river Bodan and other scattered things, Yi Weihan has already helped him put them away.

Fu Yunge could see what Yi Weihan meant, not to mention that he sneaked in when the museum was closed, and he shouldn't stay long. So he simply said goodbye to Yi Weihan.

"If you need it in the future, you can contact the boss of the road, or come to Chunshui Building in spring and summer." Yi Weihan also followed him downstairs.

"Yes. You don't have to send me, landlord. Fu Yunge said as he walked down.

Yi Weihan just sighed lightly: "It's not for you." I also just returned from outside today, and I just happened to come to Chunshui Building to put things. I'm going to Fengyuan Cloth Shop. ”

Fu Yunge nodded, and a little hesitation in the corner of his eyes quietly disappeared.

Yi Weihan didn't seem to pay attention to his expression, and went downstairs with him to go out and go out on the bleak street outside.

Watching Fu Yunge gradually leave, Yi Weihan stood in place and was silent for a moment. Then he turned around and returned to the Chunshui Building, but did not go to the so-called Fengyuan cloth shop.

The door was closed, and the lantern had been dimmed. Everything was still dark, and Yi Weihan slowly walked upstairs, and a demonic bronze mask slowly slipped out of his sleeve.

There were already people waiting on the second floor. I saw that the human appearance was familiar, but it was extremely weak.

"It's been a long time." Yi Weihan looked at the man, unable to distinguish emotions in his tone.

The waiter sits in a wooden wheelchair with a body that looks like a balloon that has deflated. Lacerations spread from the chest to the neck, and even if they were covered by clothing, they seemed to be able to see the dark red light emitted by the wounds.

And the most distinguishing thing is the cracked deerskin at the back of his neck.

"That's ...... him"

The voice was hoarse like the bark of an old tree. Ghost Xiao Changyuan looked at the young man who was fading away outside the window, and a little weak hatred burned in his eyes, and then he was wiped out.

Yi Weihan laughed coldly: "I can remember what the character who beat you looks like, you don't seem to have hurt your brain." ”

Ghost Xiao Changyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at this unfathomable person. After a brief standoff, he sighed.

"Okay, to satisfy your curiosity, I won't mention this matter again." Yi Weihan spread his hands, "Since the road is impassable, the old boy has chosen him, and it is inconvenient for me to kill him for you." Unless, you can give me the corresponding [reward]. ”