Just as Ye Luo was holding his breath and condensing, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and iron armor climbed up the stairs with a sword, and a bloody wound on his large strand was so painful that he could barely speak, grinning and frowning.

He crawled into the room, his eyelids blinking, he put one finger to his lips and let out a soft "shhh

Ye Luo was about to help him, but he collapsed to the ground, and his forehead slammed on the floor. Downstairs, dozens of civilians in cloth with torches suddenly appeared, dressed no different from the laborers on the ship. The heavy slamming of the door startled the housekeeper of the inn and opened the door tremblingly.

A leading civilian lifted the butler's placket and held the knife in front of his neck.

"Old thing, have you ever seen an injured official?"

The housekeeper raised his hands in front of his chest and shrunk and said, "Master, the little old man has never seen it." ”

The leader's rage: "Old thing, I don't know how to lift." ”

grabbed the butler's arm, put his hand on the wooden counter of the inn, stretched his palm open, and with a knife down, a thumb flew out.

The housekeeper's eyes turned black with pain, and the blood on his hands and even his lips were broken.

"Old thing, you don't go to give you a way to live, but you have to go to the ghost gate, there is no more of you than the Lord of Yama, and there is no less of you, say quickly, the master's knife is impatient. ”

Ye Luo had already bandaged the wound on the middle-aged leg, pinched Long Yuan and jumped downstairs, deliberately making a few sounds of flying beams sweeping the arch.

More than a dozen cloth clothes pulled out their knives and pushed the inn housekeeper away, and planted their heads on the ground, only to see the butler's crotch steaming hot, and he was frightened and urinated.

It was very easy to hide in the middle of the night, and those cloth clothes with knives saw a black shadow dangling, and in the blink of an eye, there was no shadow, looked at the road, and divided into two teams to pursue.

Ye Luo propped his feet on the wall, pinched his nostrils with his right hand, and a stench jumped up from under the latrine, making him nauseous, but he still swallowed the stench in one gulp, so as not to make a noise and be discovered by them.

For about half a pillar of incense, there was silence outside, Ye Luo hurriedly returned to the "Tianzihao" guest room, picked up the middle-aged man and escaped from the inn.

Sensing that they had fallen for a ploy, the thieves returned to the inn and rushed to the top floor of the "Tianzihao" room, which was already empty, with only some blood stains on the floor.

The leading innkeeper pointed to the blood marks on the floor and said, "Old immortal!" Directly raised his right foot, knocked it to the ground, ordered the others to lock their throats, and pulled out his tongue with a finger. The leader nodded, and was whipped by a dagger next to him, cutting off the base of his tongue.

The old butler puffed the blood in his mouth, kicked his trembling legs, and swallowed his breath.

People are like ants, life and death are unpredictable!

When the Jialing Prefecture patrol arrived, those beasts had already fled and could not find any traces.

Ye Luo didn't dare to find any other places, so he rode out of the city directly and stayed in the City God Temple outside the city for the night. The middle-aged injury didn't dare to delay any longer, and he didn't know medical skills, so he could only take risks and catch a man to treat him. After getting up, he turned his head and sighed slightly: "If Rong'er is here, you will suffer less pain in your muscles and bones!"

Ye Luo jumped his horse and whipped up, went to a nearby pharmacy, and sat in the hall to see an old man who was close to the sixtieth birthday, seeing that his body bones were still quite tough, a little boy accompanied him to help run errands, and equipped various medicinal materials.

Lao Langzhong saw Ye Luo walk into the pharmacy and was about to check his pulse, but he was stuck in his neck by Ye Luo's sword, and said slowly: "Grandpa, I'm offended, I have no choice but to do it, you have to go with me." ”

The old man was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "Little baby, the old man is so old that he can't afford to toss, and his bones are all about to fall apart, let my grandson go with you, his medical skills have been taught by me, and he is almost familiar with it." ”

Ye Luo glanced at it, it was better than nothing, the little boy sat on the back of the horse, leaned on Ye Luo's arms, the small medicine box on his chest leaned down on his legs, and galloped all the way to the City God Temple.

When the little boy inspected his injuries, the middle-aged man's mouth was already dry and scabbed, and a stream of pus and blood slowly oozed out of the large strands, and when he pulled off the bandage, the sensation in his thighs seemed to have lost nine points, but he moved slightly.

The little boy closed his eyes and got up, took out some pain-relieving powder from the medicine box and sprinkled it on it, and said eagerly: "Drag him on the horse quickly, if it is any longer, it is estimated that his life will be delayed." ”

Ye Luo picked up the middle-aged man on his back and got on the horse, the little boy slapped the horse's buttocks a few times, and he walked slowly behind and returned to the pharmacy.

When he arrived at the hospital, after Lao Langzhong made a difference, he said calmly: "I can't save my leg, I can only amputate it." ”

Ye Luo was surprised, but he could only listen to Lao Langzhong, and he didn't know how to know medical science, so it was important to save his life.

The old man looked at the sword on Ye Luo's waist and said, "Give me the sword!"

Ye Luo rolled his eyes, but still untied Long Yuan and handed it to him. He took a sip of soju and lit it on the candle, and Long Yuan was heated like a rainbow. Lao Langzhong shoved the sword back into his hand, pointed at him and said, "Get out of the sword!"

Ye Luo was stunned for a moment, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed at the wound more than two inches away.

The wind in the city was tight, and he didn't dare to stay longer.

Out of the city gate, he carried the middle-aged star picking mountain in Jing Kingdom, according to legend, the big sword fairy who danced to the immortals.