In fact, it is very simple, just look at the two skins of a person as two pieces of cloth, sewn from the middle, the only thing you need to overcome is the fear in your heart, because these two pieces of cloth have long been covered with blood, and then under the cloth is human flesh and blood, maybe every time you prick the needle, the person will suffer great pain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf you can put all this aside and sew a wound, it's not impossible for ordinary people to do it.

"You two, let me tell you, I just can't turn back, or I'll sew it for myself! Don't grind, how should I sew it, just like I treat your patients!"

"Get out of the way, my brother has already shed a lot of blood!" I don't know where the girl in the mountains got the courage, snatched the needle and thread from Professor Bayara and pushed him away, wiped her tears and began to stitch Wushuang with stitches.

The little girl just saw that her good brother was injured like this, and she cried into tears, the reality is so cruel, she has to force a child to grow up, and she has to turn an old man into a timid child. She didn't say a word, she lowered her head and began to sew stitches one by one, left, right, blood, flesh......

This kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people, even if Wushuang can't bear it no matter how strong his endurance is, he can't stand it, he covers his mouth and tries not to make a sound, gritting his teeth, he feels like an electric drill on his back, drilling in and out again, this process tortures him again and again.

"Rub my brother...... Wiping sweat ......" Ma Ya told Professor Bayala that her speech was a little shaky, not only that her mouth was not clear, but it was estimated that all the parts of her body were on the verge of collapse except for her two hands that were not shaking. There was nothing to be afraid of blood, and what scared him the most was that the person she loved the most was suffering from the untold pain she had caused, but she had to continue.

"Nakasa, the people of Shina are injured!" a Japanese ronin was already the first to run up, standing on the other side of the suspension bridge and seeing the scene on the other side.

"Kill him!" shouted Ryota Sakazaki. The Japanese ronin threw away his Toyo sword, drew his spear, and aimed it at Musou on the other side of the drawbridge.

Wushuang listened to it in his ears, but now he can't move at all, and he can't hide, and little Japan's marksmanship is accurate. That's how it can be good.

"Brother, don't move, he may not be able to hit with one shot!" Ma Ya saw Wushuang's thoughts. "I've got the last few stitches left, and you're going to hold on. ”

"I'm afraid I can't wait, little Japan's marksmanship has always been accurate. Wushuang opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and asked Professor Bayara to caress him, and motioned for Ma Ya to sew and sew without stopping.

He touched it casually, and there was a small stone at his feet, and he held the stone in his hand, and threw it out towards the little Japan on the other side with all his strength.

He has been playing since he was a child, and he can't do anything else in the door, but he has been playing darts and slingshots since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many pieces of glass in his neighbor's house have been broken, and he doesn't know how many birds have been knocked down from trees.

On the other side, Little Japan fell backwards with a thud, and he rolled on the ground in pain while covering his eyes, blood spurting out of his eyes. Wushuang actually blinded him directly in one eye at this time.

"Professor, is this okay?" The wound on her back had been cracked more than thirty centimeters deep, how long was that? Ma Ya finally finished stitching, and she sat on the ground with a slump and shivering.

"It's good, it's good, I'll wrap him in gauze. "It's not that Ma Ya sews well, but now as long as one of the three of them can have the courage to sew it for him, it's good.

"It's too late, pick me up! Go inside!" Seeing that the other side of the bridge was already raining bullets, the bullets clanged on both walls of the cemetery, and there was no time to wrap gauze. The two old men set up Wushuang on the left and on the right, and ran into the tomb on the east side.

Fortunately, the graveyard is not straight, there is a turn, and there is no need to be afraid of the bullets of the little Japanese coming in, and while running, he will wrap the wound that he has sewn up.

"Twins, how do you feel?" Professor Bayara pulled a bottle of water out of his bag and handed it to him, and Musou gulped his down.

He tried to bend down, his back was still painful, but now he was wrapped in gauze and didn't have to worry about the wound tearing, but because he had lost too much blood just now, his body was also very weak, and he couldn't exert his strength.

Wushuang sent the big hands of the two old men and stood still.

"I don't have any big deals, I'm most worried about the two of you now, whether you can run or not, you must not be left behind! Don't worry, with me here, I will definitely send you out of the desert alive!" When it comes to life and death, Wushuang is not most worried about himself.

"Hmph, it's all at this time, what can you do?" At this time, the voice of Crane Zhanpeng's old man came from the empty tomb.

"Where are you?"

"It doesn't matter where I am, you keep going! It will take a while for the Japanese to catch up now, there will be a corpse hill ahead, remember, you can't touch the masked corpse. After the corpse hill, you can see the patio in the underground palace, and what is buried under the well that day is the Bug sacrifice! I can't care so much about how to deal with it, farewell!" He Zhanpeng's voice slowly disappeared from near and far.

"Hey, don't go, why do you want to save me?" Wushuang shouted, but Crane Zhanpeng had already gone away, and if he didn't leave, Little Japan would catch up, even if he Crane Zhanpeng had all kinds of skills, he couldn't beat the bullets.

Is he willing to save this kid? He doesn't want to, but he can't help it, he is controlled by others, he has to do this, if there is no appearance of that person, the treasure corpse in this Rouran underground palace will belong to him. Maybe this corpse pile is not of much use to others, but it is of great use to the heirs of his organ gate, the most powerful thing in the organ door is the puppet gong, maybe Crane Zhanpeng's kung fu is not at home, but as long as he has a strong enough puppet, he can deal with all the enemies in the world, this Bug sacrifice is extremely evil, and he has a soul in his body, and he can be completely controlled with his silver wire.

I have to say that the white-haired zongzi just now is also a good puppet, but there are no three souls and seven spirits in the corpse of that Rouran woman, and the dead have been dead for a long time, and the joints are extremely stiff, and the puppet is not easy to control. That's why he gave up.

Wushuang listened to He Zhanpeng's words, and took the other three people to walk along the tomb road on the east side, and sure enough, after walking for an hour, he saw a pit of ten thousand corpses in front of him, and the bones in this pit of ten thousand corpses were all the people who were buried by the kings of the previous dynasties, saying that it was a pit of ten thousand corpses, but the number of dead corpses could not be ten thousand, that is, four or five hundred.