Wei Zhan sat on the horse with his eyebrows down, his left hand raised, and this time it was a heavy spring rain nail, and the gravel tiles fell in response.

Then he made a mistake with both hands, and the buckled white slashing double knives separated, and the left hand held the knife in the middle palace and went straight forward, slamming into the heart of the woman in front.

This is a fight for life, if both sides do not stop, the woman's double knives can certainly pierce his chest and shoulder sockets, and he is tall and has long arms, and the white slash knife in his left hand can pierce his chest first.

That's not all, Wei Zhanmei's right hand is not idle, he doesn't need to pay attention to the chain hammer that hits forward and backward if he doesn't move, his right hand shakes, and the white chopping handle of his right hand is connected by an iron chain, it is a chain knife!

The chain knife flew up like a white line, and it did not sink into the opponent's throat in the middle, and the old man of the melon farmer changed color in shock, held the blade of the knife, and fell to the ground in breath.

However, Wei Zhanmei still miscalculated.

He thought he had done it on the left and right sides and in front of him, but the thin man rolled behind him as he sent out the brick and stone weapon.

As he concentrated on facing ahead and struck the old man on his right, the thin man stood up and stabbed him into his left thigh and right shoulder with a dagger in one hand.

Fortunately, the thin man was frightened by the death of the melon farmer, thinking that Wei Zhanmei was aware, he didn't choose the heart to start, anyway, he knew that his dagger was poisonous, and the woman on the front had another miracle, as long as he hurt Wei Zhanmei, he didn't worry that this kid could live until dawn.

Wei Zhanmei's thighs and shoulders ached, and then he was numb, shouting that it was not good!

The thin man immediately shook his back after being stabbed, without dragging his feet.

But Wei Zhanmei's reaction was faster than his movements, his right hand was circled with his backarm, and the chain on the handle of the knife wrapped around the neck of the thin man behind him, and with a violent strangulation, the man stuck out his tongue and died.

But in this way, the strength of his left hand inevitably weakened, and the fat woman in front of him struck with two knives, and his left hand landed with a single knife.

Wei Zhanmei was in danger, there was a momentary pause after the fat girl knocked down his knife, Wei Zhanmei's empty left hand pointed like a knife, a hand knife, crossed the opponent's hands, and pointed at his throat.

The fat girl didn't have time to defend herself, seeing that the counterattack was about to succeed, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were black and illusory, bottomless, and there seemed to be an extremely familiar figure standing among them.

After Wei Zhanmei saw that image, he was inexplicably shocked, and then his mind was dizzy.

Oh no, Spiritualism!

This dizziness was terrible, although Wei Zhanmei's spirit was strong, and he woke up again in less than half a breath, but the hand knife was stagnant, and the fat woman's double short blade was handed to the front, and the skin on his throat had already felt the cold coldness on the tip of the knife.

Finished!

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Wei Zhanmei saw the fat woman sigh, her face was confused and struggling, and the double blades did not continue to advance and pierced his throat.

The opportunity cannot be missed, at the time of life and death, Wei Zhanmei has no time to explore the reason, his elbow regathers, and the knife cuts straight to the woman's throat, so that he will treat others in the way of others.

The tip of his middle finger had already touched the other party's soft and weak pharynx, but Wei Zhanmei's mind suddenly flashed the figure standing in the depths of the woman's eyes just now, and for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart that stopped him from hurting the other party.

The ghost made the god worse, Wei Zhan's eyebrows were changed to slap, and a palm was wiped on the side of the fat woman's neck, knocking the other party unconscious.

The crisis was resolved, Wei Zhanmei was soaked and weak, the two wounds were painful and itchy, he sat down slowly, and he had to control the spread of the injury and virulence first.

The virulence of the knife wound did not seem to be very strong, and after sealing the pulse to stop the bleeding and taking the antidote drug, Wei Zhanmei felt that his actions were not greatly affected.

The fight just now was not long, the noise was not very loud, and even if the surrounding people heard it, they did not dare to come out to check it during the martial law, and the alley was very deep, and it did not alarm the officers and soldiers.

Wei Zhanmei rested for a while, stood up and thought about it, this fat woman didn't know why her subordinates were merciful just now, and she didn't make a heavy hand for some reason, he was cautious, and if he didn't understand the strange things, he would always feel uneasy.

After thinking for a while, he decided to take the woman back to the house first, wait for the knife wound and residual poison to be dealt with tomorrow, and after interrogating the identity and intentions of the other party, he would see whether to send him to Nanzhen Fusi or deal with it separately.

clicked on the woman's acupoint, let her fall asleep temporarily, and searched her body again, but found no valuable clues, Wei Zhanmei picked up the person, and came to the small courtyard where he lived.

It was getting late, and only the west wing still had lights.

There are two grandfathers and grandsons living in the west room, the grandfather is a husband, and he keeps vigil for people outside at night, and his granddaughter's surname is Yin Mingzi, who usually takes some needlework at home to subsidize the family, and it is estimated that he is still in a hurry at this time.

There was no one in the courtyard, Wei Zhanmei quickly returned to the room, he put the woman on the bed, treated the wound simply with one hand, reluctantly applied the golden medicine, and sat on the ground to heal the poison.

This luck was troublesome, the wound was painful like a knife, and the poisonous power that had been restrained was dispersed again, and this time it was very difficult to control.

Wei Zhanmei didn't know that the poison fed on the thin man's knife was called "Triple Heaven", which was divided into three attacks, one slammed once, and the last time would kill someone.

The thin man had the idea of asking for information first if he could take it alive, so he didn't use the poison that sealed his throat with blood.

Wei Zhanmei's physique can't compare to Hua Lanting's body, and now he can stand it mentally, but he can't stand the pain on the **, and he can't help but hum, and as the attack of the second virulence intensifies, the voice gradually gets louder and louder, the dizziness is getting stronger and stronger, and the movements are beginning to stiff and slow.

After Hua Lanting descended here, he couldn't sense the existence of the empty azure smoke jade on his chest, and when he was thinking about countermeasures, a timid voice came from outside the door of the house:

"Brother Wei, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Can I come in?"

This is the voice of the girl in the West House, she didn't sleep doing needlework, the night was silent, I heard the suppressed pain humming here, and I began to think that the girl's house was not good to come over in the middle of the night, and then I listened to it intermittently, and I was still worried, and I had the courage to come and ask.

Wei Zhanmei got along well with the tenants in the yard, and this Yin Zi even took over the task of cleaning the house for him.

Wei Zhanmei's action was already difficult and impossible at this time, and he said: "Come in, posture, door, not locked." ”

Yin Zi came in and brought the door, and was startled when she saw Wei Zhanmei's appearance, and then caught a glimpse of a woman in black lying on the bed, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Wei, what's wrong?"

Wei Zhanmei had no choice but to say: "Arrested the rebels, was injured in the line of duty, and was poisoned." I, my companion, were also seriously injured and unconscious. ”

Yin Zi knew that there was a martial law curfew in the city tonight, and there were chickens and dogs jumping outside during the day, so she didn't think much about it, so she asked anxiously and concernedly: "Then what should I do? Why don't you go back to the yamen? Can I help?"

Wei Zhanmei replied, "It was too late. I really need your help, please go outside to fetch two basins of water, and then bring a pair of scissors, so as not to alarm others. ”

Yin Zi quickly went to the well in the courtyard to fetch water and took a pair of scissors.

Wei Zhanmei laboriously took the short blade of the woman in black, usually grilled it with a candle flame, and generally gasped and said:

"Zizi, my poisonous hair is difficult to move, the wound is behind my back, and I can't reach it, wait for the trouble you cut my clothes, use a knife to cut two wounds in a cross shape, first rip off the carrion, and then squeeze out the poisonous blood, I should be able to carry it." After saying that, he leaned down.

Yin Zi hurriedly helped him lie down, looked at the blackened blood stains on his right shoulder and left thigh, gritted his teeth, and carefully cut the clothes that adhered to the skin, revealing the wound.