The sky is getting dark, and the town of Fulong makes people feel a little scary in a regular way.

Alleys.

Li Qing walked out of the Jishi Hall, wrapped in shadows, and noticed the people gathered outside the alley, and a touch of mockery flashed on his face.

He walked out in a grand manner.

Outside the alley, there are dozens of people from the Yamen, led by Zhang Dingfeng himself, who have surrounded the entire area.

The officers and soldiers with torches in their hands were ready to go, the torches were erected in bunches, and in the light of the fire, Lord Zhang and Master Zeng stood side by side in front of the left front of the team.

Li Qing has never believed in any qi cultivation kung fu, the so-called calmness, the so-called calmness, it is just because the impact and stimulation brought to the parties by the things he sees are not big enough, after awakening the extraordinary power, Li Qing is even more convinced of this.

He could have explained the matter to Zeng Wenlong and Zhang Dingfeng in a more gentle way, but the experience at the gate of the yamen changed his mind.

Compared with gentle words and clever arguments, such a simple and crude way as shooting down the black yarn can undoubtedly arouse Zhang Dingfeng's vigilance more.

"Brother Dingfeng, give the order?" Zeng Wenlong looked at the empty alley, and somehow, he only felt inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, but who let the white note say that this place was written, saying that there were clues about the murder of Jingyuan Jewelry.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

"Be careful." Zhang Dingfeng nodded, he agreed with Zeng Wenlong's words, he just showed up and played a role in stabilizing the morale of the army, and how to proceed had to be commanded by Zeng Wenlong.

Hearing this, Li Qing couldn't help but have a smile on his face, shook his head, took the wound medicine he got from Jishitang, and hurried to the Fushun Hotel.

He didn't bother to care about dog-eat-dog things.

When Li Qing returned to the room of Bingzi in the West District, Zhao Zihan was still unconscious.

"She had a fever, and I asked the officers and soldiers stationed outside for fever-reducing medicine, but after taking it twice, the situation still did not improve, and the fever did not even go away." Wang Chongming's face was worried, he was a soldier, and he had always spoken straightforwardly.

In fact, without Wang Chongming saying it, Li Qing could also see that Zhao Zihan's state was very wrong, and his little face was unhealthy blue.

stepped forward and untied the clothes that shrouded Zhao Zihan's shoulders, the blue stars in the wound were already much less, and the star sea essentia in the bracelet was finally inferior to the domineering sword qi left by Xiao Cheng's casual stabbing, and the snow-white skin around the wound was already jet black,

During the time that Li Qing was away, her situation did not improve, but took a sharp turn for the worse.

Li Qing's expression was solemn, this was a situation he didn't expect, he didn't expect that after his death, the sword qi left by Xiao Cheng was still so difficult, the source of the swordsman's strength should be black and white essentia, after the death of the transcendent, the essentia left behind was a group of stragglers, it should not be able to turn up any wind and waves at all.

Now, the only way to hope is the medicine that was retrieved from Jishitang, in the mouth of the middle-aged man, this is the medicine that can heal extraordinary injuries, not the mundane prescription written by Wang Chongming.

"You go outside for a while, I'll tell you to come in, and you come in again."

Wang Chongming did not hesitate and immediately complied, how could he not know Zhao Zihan's situation, but he could not do anything about all this, all he could do was to watch Zhao Zihan die step by step.

This feeling of watching his comrades-in-arms die in front of him but unable to do anything is extremely uncomfortable, Wang Chongming hates his incompetence, and can only pin his hopes on Li Qing, this kind of experience is something that he is absolutely unwilling to experience again as a soldier.

"Turn off the lights for me when I go out." Li Qing's voice sounded again, although Wang Chongming didn't understand, he didn't ask much, just do it.

The lights went out, the doors closed, and the room sank into darkness.

The darkness made Li Qing's heart heavier and his hands more steady, he took out two medicine bottles from his arms, opened one of them first, poured out a pale cyan pill from it, pinched Zhao Zihan's chin and sent the pill into her mouth, and then opened another medicine bottle, first wrapped his fingers with essentia, and then used these two fingers to wrap the ointment in the medicine bottle and apply it to the wounds on Zhao Zihan's shoulders.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Zhao Zihan let out an unconscious snort of pain, because of the pain, her delicate body began to tremble, and beads of sweat oozed from her face.

"Bear with me."

Li Qing silently recited these three words in his heart, he knew that this was a futile comfort, and in this futile comfort, he used his fingers dipped in ointment to pierce Zhao Zihan's still unhealed wound.

This kind of action is similar to scraping bones to cure poison, the difference is that it is not a scalpel that cuts the flesh and blood, but Xiao Cheng's sword, and the thing that needs to be removed on the bone is not a toxin, but a black and white essentia in the form of sword qi.

The so-called healing mainly relied on Li Qing to neutralize the black and white essentia in the form of sword qi with the void essentia, and the effect of the ointment was to protect Zhao Sihan's flesh and bones from being damaged in the process.

The ointment is just an auxiliary, and the pill that Zhao Zihan was fed at the beginning is the key to being able to hang Zhao Zihan's breath.

Li Qing is not a clever doctor, he has no techniques, just a pair of hands that are terrifyingly stable, listening to Zhao Zihan's painful snort, feeling the trembling of his delicate body because of pain, he knows how painful it is, and his heart is not trembling.

When the black and white essentia of the wounds on both shoulders was removed, and the ointment was also applied to the bones as required, when Li Qing got up from the bed, he found that his back had been soaked with sweat for some time, and Zhao Zihan on the bed finally got a moment of peace after suffering inhuman pain.

The black and white essentia was removed, the sword qi was worn out, and the effect on Zhao Zihan's injury was immediate, and the black around the wound was shrinking inward visibly with the naked eye, and the injury was improving, which made Li Qing breathe a sigh of relief.

He turned his head to look out the window, the dark night sky, without stars and moon.

In two hours, the sky will be light.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and Li Qing leaned back in his chair and stared at the person on the bed.

"Enter."

Wang Chongming, who got the answer, pushed the door in, afraid of disturbing Zhao Zihan, so he didn't turn on the light, he closed the door, walked quickly to Li Qing's side, and asked softly, "Okay?" ”

I don't know if he was too tired or what, Li Qing didn't answer immediately, this silence made Wang Chongming a little uneasy.

Could it be that something went wrong?

Just when Wang Chongming couldn't help but ask another question, he heard a fluttering voice beside him:

"Alright."