Chapter 7: The Afterlife
The black-faced man, who was already out of danger, looked around left and right, and only then did he realize that he had arrived in the camp. Beg.
Looking at the tent behind him, the black-faced man's face changed, as if he had changed a person, and he was no longer afraid of before, and directly killed Zhao Lei, who everyone dared not approach.
The black-faced man performed a set of knife techniques, and the sword light was awe-inspiring, and within the range of this knife light, it seemed that even water could not be splashed.
Zhao Lei fought and retreated, completely at a disadvantage, and the arrows on his body kept stirring in his body because of the activity.
Facing the menacing black-faced man, Zhao Lei was already exhausted.
Somehow, Zhao Lei looked at the tall tent in the middle.
Half of his face was exposed inside the tent, and he looked outside cautiously, Zhao Lei's eyes were already covered with blood, and he couldn't see the specific appearance of that face, and he could only identify it as a woman.
After the woman found out that Zhao Lei saw her, she quickly shrank back as if she had been discovered by a cat.
Zhao Lei suddenly recalled that when he met the black-faced man for the first time before, he said that Zhao Lei broke into the tent of the young lady, and in the face of the current situation, Zhao Lei estimated that there was a chance that this was the young lady.
was already in a desperate situation, but suddenly through a ray of strong light, the hope of life was placed in front of Zhao Lei's eyes.
Zhao Lei did not hesitate at all, he remembered how nervous the black-faced man was about the woman before, Zhao Lei directly threw the spear in his hand, and the target was directly aimed at the woman in the tent.
Sure enough, the black-faced man's next behavior was just as Zhao Lei had predicted before.
After the black-faced man saw Zhao Lei throwing the spear at the woman, he couldn't care about Zhao Lei, who only had one breath left in front of him.
forcibly terminated the knife technique that was cast, but because he thought it with all his might, he forcibly interrupted it, and his heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which was faintly painful, and there was a sweet smell in his mouth.
The black-faced man endured the discomfort and swallowed the blood.
He didn't care about pranayama, three steps and two steps, one leap, trying to stop the spear thrown by Zhao Lei, but it was too late, and in the end he still didn't stop it.
The sharp tip of the spear pierced the tent, and the entire spear was pierced into it, and when he saw this scene, the black-faced man's eyes were red, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he shouted in despair:
"Ahh Miss! ”
The black-eyed man rushed straight into the tent, a spear striking a table, and a good-looking woman slumped at the table.
Her whole face was pale with fright, her eyes were glazed, and she had lost her soul with fright.
There was also a maid next to her, just like her, and there was a puddle of yellow liquid under her, screaming in fright.
The movement of the camp just now was already heard by Wang Yishan when she first came to Jiang Ding's tent.
Wang Yishan, who was originally curious, wanted to go and see the excitement, but she remembered the teachings of the leader of Jiang Ding, who had watched her grow up since she was a child, and she held back her curiosity and hid in the tent.
The movement behind was getting louder and louder, and it was getting closer and closer, Wang Yishan couldn't help but secretly lie on the curtain of the tent door and watch secretly.
At a glance, she saw Zhao Lei, who was covered in blood like a demon, and looked at her with red eyes, and all the figures around her were familiar to her.
Wang Yishan had never seen such a terrifying scene, and she collapsed to the ground in fright.
After seeing this scene, the maid in the tent directly supported Wang Yishan on the cushion next to the table.
But he didn't want to suddenly a spear went directly through the tent and landed on the table, Wang Yishan, who had not yet recovered her strength, was directly frightened and lost her soul, and then Jiang Ding rushed in.
When he came in, he was relieved to see that the young lady was safe and sound.
Jiang Ding hurriedly came to the young lady, lived up to the previous ferocity, and asked very eagerly:
"Miss is fine, is there any injury, it's all Uncle Jiang's fault, it's all Uncle Jiang's fault!"
Saying that, Jiang Ding slapped himself, and then he kicked the maid who was still screaming to the ground.
"Your dog maid, don't look at how the young lady is, if you make such noise again, I will chop you with a knife."
The maid, who was still immersed in fear before, looked at Jiang Ding in front of her as if she was going to eat someone, and didn't care about her wet clothes, so she hurriedly checked the situation of the young lady.
And Jiang Ding also withdrew from the tent because of the difference between men and women.
And as soon as Zhao Lei saw Jiang Ding turn around, he picked up the long knife that he had just thrown on the ground, he didn't waste this opportunity, he fled the camp without looking back, and rushed straight to the place where he had hidden the lancet before.
When Zhao Lei turned around and ran away, he had two more arrows on his body.
The guards around Zhao Lei, after seeing Zhao Lei rushing over, no one dared to stand in front to stop Zhao Lei.
In the face of Zhao Lei's attack, they did not contribute to work, and only wanted to save their lives.
Although he is now seriously injured, Zhao Lei is like a skinned lamb, as if it is within reach.
But like a vicious wolf that has been injured and is extremely dangerous, it will eat people with its blood open at any time.
Now that Zhao Lei escaped like this, it was just right, they were desperate in the province, after all, even Leader Jiang didn't leave him behind, and they did their best.
And they can also use the excuse that Zhao Lei may be a bait, and in order to protect Miss, he doesn't dare to leave easily, and he will not be punished too much.
They looked at the injuries on Zhao Lei's body, and it was clear that there was only one breath left, and at this time, they couldn't survive with or without making up the knife, so there was no need to spend this strength anymore.
Most of the guards stayed where they were, except for the five guards on horseback, who rode up to follow.
But because he was far away and not particularly attentive, Zhao Lei still escaped from the camp and came to the dense forest.
The desire to be born made Zhao Lei breathe a sigh of relief again, after he got the lancet, he discarded all the extra things on his body except for the box, where it was dangerous, he drilled wherever it was.
The dry branches around him cut through the rags and clothes on Zhao Lei's body, and he didn't care about these.
I don't know how long I ran, Zhao Lei was relieved after getting out of danger.
He leaned against a tree, and the sharp pain caused by the wounds on his body suddenly came to his mind, and the rolling waves drowned Zhao Lei.
Zhao Lei threw all the few herbs in his hand, which he knew picked on the way to escape before, into his mouth and chewed them.
Zhao Lei tore off the few remaining clothes on his body, then he spit all the herbs on his clothes, then pulled out the arrows on his body, and then bandaged the wounds on his body.
In the past few years of hunting life, Zhao Lei has often been injured, and he has a lot of experience in dealing with wounds.
What Zhao Lei didn't expect was that the herbs he threw into his mouth were mixed with a few red berries the size of sesame seeds.
After Zhao Lei took care of the wound, a burst of fatigue came up, and after a death match, he had only eaten a little bit, and he couldn't hold his eyes.
Zhao Lei didn't know if he would be able to open his eyes after falling asleep.
In this operation, he was completely planted, not only did he not get food, but he almost got it himself, and now he only has the last half of his breath left.
Zhao Lei did everything that could be done, and now everything can only be handed over to fate, he turned over a branch, fixed himself on it with vines, and fell asleep heavily.