Two.

The nine-fingered dragon Zeng Guoying knew that if a person loses his arm, he will lose his life.

According to legend, there were people in the martial arts who had their arms cut off but still survived. Someone cut off his own head himself, but he was still able to reach out and take it. But legends are just legends after all, and even if there are such legends, they are only limited to martial arts masters who have reached the pinnacle of internal strength. For ordinary people, a severed arm is enough to take a person's life. Most of the time, they don't die from blood loss, but from being scared to death.

Cao Guoying also knows that even if it doesn't matter to him, the death of others is enough to bring an impact to people. He'd seen someone cut off someone's head with his own hands, and he was scared to the point of urine. People who have not experienced strong winds and waves will not know that life is so fragile.

The other strong men in Chenjiazhuang were so frightened by the bloody scene in front of them that they didn't dare to move. It seems that the man in front of him should not be underestimated, he can still wait for the next target so calmly after knocking a person to the ground with a knife, this person must have a lot of lives on his back.

He snorted lightly, gently patted the mad dog Lu Jia's shoulder, and said.

"This guy is not easy to deal with, you have to be careful. ”

His words pushed the mad dog Lu family to the forefront, and made it clear to everyone that he would not make a move for the time being. The mad dog Lu Jia was awakened, he glanced back, and then walked forward with his knife.

The broken arm, which was still struggling on the ground just now, was quiet now. The strong man, who had lost his arm, turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and lay on the ground convulsing. His face was shrouded in the breath of death, and no one in Chenjiazhuang thought of taking him down for treatment.

The Lu family kicked away the broken arm on the ground and scolded loudly.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly, don't you clean up this place!"

After speaking, he stepped over the strong man who was about to turn into a corpse under his feet and walked towards Wang Yi. The other strong men hurried forward and dragged the man on the ground down. The mad dog Lu Jia barely squeezed out a smile, not because he was pretentious, but because he was worried that the stiffness on his face would spread all over his body. can have such a mind at the moment of crisis, and the mad dog Lu family is by no means idle.

Wang Yi's knife won the approval of the mad dog Lu family. This is not because of how superb his knife skills are, but because this knife exposes his ferocity and viciousness. The master duel is not about strength and speed, but about momentum.

He stared at Wang Yi with wide eyes, slowly moving his footsteps, waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw.

Wang Yi also moved his body slowly, ready to deal with the Lu family's attack at any time. The Devil's Head Knife shone brightly in the light of the fire. The sharpness of the blade, the breadth of the blade, and the split tip of the blade look like the head of a devil.

However, in Wang Yi's opinion, the gorgeous blade is actually not practical. A knife that can cut people is a good knife, and making a knife look like this is just a trick to scare people.

Moreover, this knife is thick, long, and wide, and extremely heavy, and only those with great strength can hold it. A heavy knife with brute force can maximize the power of this knife.

Wang Yi believes that there are not many people who can use this ghost head knife well. The ghost head knife is not a kitchen knife, and it is not something that can be picked up and wielded by any person. And the brute knife from Nanban in his hand, although its appearance is not good, but it is extremely sharp, and it is small in size, light in weight, and has high use value, and has saved his life many times.

I don't know how long it took, the Lu family still kept slowly circling around Wang Yi, and Wang Yi also followed his footsteps and slowly turned around to confront him. Although the two have not yet made a move, the murderous aura has permeated the entire Chenjiazhuang. In the duel of masters, victory or defeat is in an instant, and whoever can withstand the pressure will be able to control the situation. Obviously, Wang Yi is better. The Lu family took the lead in breaking the deadlock and rushed towards Wang Yi with a knife.

"Uhhh--!h

The king of the Lu family slashed down heavily, as if he was going to split him in half. The Lu family slashed left and right, and Wang Yi kept twisting his upper body to dodge his attack.

"Good kung fu!"

Nine-fingered dragon Zeng Guoying chuckled lightly and couldn't help but admire. In his eyes, the Lu family's knife skills are still quite exquisite. Although it lacks martial arts skills and lacks some skills in the fighting style, from the perspective of moves alone, it is a complete Bafang Wind and Rain Sword Technique. Without the support of internal force, it would be difficult for ordinary people to use the heavy ghost head knife to make such a move.

"Interesting!"

Happo Wind and Rain is not the name of the sword technique, but a move that is widely used in fist techniques, swordsmanship, or other weapons. This move can be attacked, retreated and defended, unless it encounters a peerless master, it is enough to retreat the enemy. The Lu family and Wang Yi fought this battle, even if the Lu family couldn't win, at least it wouldn't be too ugly.

Sure enough, Wang Yi tried his best to barely avoid the Lu family's attack. In the face of the overwhelming attacks of the Lu family, Wang Yi just dodged and did not use the short knife in his hand to defend. Zeng Guoying seems to be a wise move, if Wang Yi does this, it will be in the hands of the Lu family. After all, compared to strength alone, how could Wang Yi be the opponent of the Lu family?

At this time, Wang Yi seemed to be dodging the frontal attack of the Lu family, dodged sideways, and then fell down as if he had tripped over a stone. The Lu family's eyes lit up, and he raised the ghost head knife and slashed at Wang Yi's head, wanting to take the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Wang Yi.

Zeng Guoying scolded when he saw the situation.

"This idiot!"

The Lu family's move is called a knife cliff, also known as Mount Tai pressing the top. The mad dog Lu family was about to split Wang Yi's head in half. But Yu Guoying knew that he was killing himself. This trick may seem fatal, but it hides danger. If Wang Yi pretended to fall and wanted to take advantage of the situation to fight back, the Lu family would have no way to deal with it. Even if Wang Yi really fell, the Lu family would not be able to use this trick to take his life. The current Wang Yi is like a turtle in an urn, and the Lu family does not have to risk his life, and is eager to decide the winner.

Sure enough, all this was Wang Yi's trap. Wang Yi pretended to fall, but suddenly stood up with his legs straight. With a blow from the Lu family's full strength, he passed by Wang Yi, but he fell forward and was exposed to Wang Yi defenselessly.

The Lu family sensed their mistake and widened their eyes in horror. Wang Yi, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the impending killing.

Wang slanted his knife and slashed at the Lu family's neck. The Lu family's blood was splashed on the spot, the heads were separated, and their lives were whimpered.

"!"

Zeng Guoying scolded and moved forward angrily. He and the Lu family met once, and they can be regarded as like-minded. Looking at the drinking friends who once feasted with him, but now they are in a different place, he can't help but avenge this revenge.

Wang Yi raised his head and glared at Zeng Guoying. He knew that the enemy in front of him would not be easy to deal with. But what he didn't know was that Zeng Guoying was a person in the martial arts, and he couldn't deal with it as a mere citizen.

Zeng Guoying's right hand had a broken index finger, so he was called the Nine-Fingered Dragon. Enraged, he stretched out his right hand, shaped like an eagle's claw, and threw himself at the king, trying to grab him by the chest. Anyone who knows the industry knows that this trick is called Eagle and Snake Binding.

As soon as Zeng Guoying made a move, Wang Yi was shocked and defeated. He shot so fast that Wang Yi had no way to dodge, no way to dodge, and he had no power to parry. He knew that his plan for revenge would stop there. However, he didn't want to die here. The desire to survive made him instinctively raise his weapon and slash at Zeng Guoying's hand. Although Wang Yi has no martial arts, he has been on the battlefield for a long time after all, so the power of this blow should not be underestimated.

This time, however, he miscalculated. Wang Yi's blow hit Zeng Guoying's hand, but it failed to hurt him in the slightest. Zeng Guoying took the knife with his bare hands, but the knife bounced back as if it had hit steel, and it was a miracle that he didn't get out.

Zeng Guoying looked at him in surprise, withdrew his right hand, and struck it again. The eagle and snake binding is really changeable, and it lives up to its name. He grabbed Wang Yi's shoulder and twisted it back, only to hear a creak, and Wang Yi's arm was completely dislocated.

In this way, Wang Yi fell to the ground, and the strong men rushed up and punched and kicked him.

Wang Yi was puzzled, he didn't understand why he fell so inexplicably. Zeng Guoying struck with a palm, and the speed was a hundred times faster than ordinary people. Although Wang Yi had no power to parry, he never thought that he would be subdued to the ground in an instant and suffer such a flesh and skin suffering.

Uneasiness gradually enveloped Wang Yi's heart. He guessed that what made him fall was the legendary "martial arts"? The martial arts that made him unattainable?

The human body is wonderful. No matter what kind of foul smell, you will get used to it after smelling it for a long time. No matter what kind of pain it is, after enduring it for a long time, it will become numb. It's really not good, and you can escape reality by fainting.

The human spirit, on the other hand, is the opposite. Right now, what makes Wang Yi most painful is not the physical pain, but the mental torture. He clearly knew that if he died like this, everything he had, everything he wanted to do, but he didn't have time to do, would be in vain. He had never been more desperate than he was, and he had never been so eager to live.

His vision slowly blurred, and death was getting closer and closer to him!

Syllable--!

He felt something hit him on the head, and with a sharp pain, Wang Yi gradually came to his senses. Wang Yi raised his head and found that Master Chen Zhuang was standing in front of him. He was laughing. Wang Yi felt a burst of rage, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, after which he slowly lost consciousness.

Zeng Guoying did not smile, but looked down at his palm. The palm of his hand was cut out of the wound by Wang Yi, and although the wound was not deep, it was enough to shock him. Zeng Guoying has been practicing his heart-inducing hands all year round, and he has practiced his hands harder than steel, and Wang Yi's ability to leave a scar in this hand is really beyond his expectations. And at the life-and-death moment just now, Wang Yi was in danger and struck out this fatal knife, which surprised him even more.

He looked at Wang Yi, who was beaten motionless in front of him. If this continues, he will definitely die, maybe he will be paralyzed by now. Zeng Guoying had mixed feelings, couldn't help but raise his hand, and shouted.

"Stop! I have something to ask him!"

The strong men did not stop immediately, but beat him a few more times before retreating. Zeng Guoying frowned and walked over to Wang Yi. The yard was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with other indescribable smells.

"He's, he's!"

"That's supposed to be death! Great, phew!"

The strong men were in an uproar. And Zeng Guoying's brows tightened. The source of this taste is none other than Wang Yi. Zeng Guoying shrugged his shoulders helplessly, then turned to leave. He knew that Wang Yi was afraid that he would not survive. On the one hand, he was glad that he didn't have to bother to explain the reason for stopping Zhuang Ding from beating Wang Yi, but on the other hand, he felt that he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he had an indescribable feeling. He shrugged his shoulders again, stopping himself from being cranky.

Lord Chen Zhuang spat and said.

"Just in case, throw it in the warehouse first!"

Perhaps, Chen Zhuang is worried that Wang Yi is not dead. If so, he guessed right. Although the time was short, Wang Yi regained consciousness for a moment. He dimly saw the strong man who had carried him out of his pocket and pulled out a few silver tickets, and shouted excitedly.

"Look! it's silver!"

The other strong man quickly gagged him and whispered.

"Shh

The gagged Zhuang Ding still felt inexplicable, but soon another Zhuang Ding would come out. They looked at each other, their eyes full of greed. They were carried away by greed, but they didn't find that Wang Yi was not dead, let alone the opal hidden in the crack of Wang Yi's clothes. They rummaged through the leather bag that Wang Yi had carried, looked at the seven golden needles hidden in it, and threw them away disapprovingly. They didn't know that these golden needles were more precious than opals to Wang Yi.

The two strong men threw Wang into the warehouse and left. In the darkness, Wang Yi's hand slowly moved. It was a faint tremor that was hard to detect with the naked eye. Wang Yi tried to grab the leather bag that had been thrown away by the two strong men.

When a person is in extreme fear or on the verge of death, he will instinctively expel what is in his body. The current Wang Yi is exactly like this. His mouth was constantly spitting saliva mixed with food and blood, and blue and black feces and urine were constantly flowing from under his body.

At this time, he had already lost his sense of pain, and his body became weak as if he was soaking in a hot spring. He tried to sober himself up, trying to figure out what he should be doing now.

However, at the moment, Wang Yi has stepped into the ghost gate with one leg. He must find a way to save himself before death strikes. He wants to live, he wants to kill the enemy who is as deep as the sea, to save the sister who is in prison. Thinking of this, Wang Yi suddenly came to his senses. I don't know if it's back to the light, but he has some strength. Now, he knew what he had to do.

He had heard that poison can kill and also save people. And the more toxic it is, the more obvious the effect. It wasn't hearsay, he saw it with his own eyes. When he was in Nanban, he saw with his own eyes that the tribal priests placed poisonous snakes on the old man who had lost his breath. After a while, the old man miraculously woke up and lived for another half a month.

However, whether this trick will work or not depends on the will of God. If you are unlucky, you may be killed on the spot the moment you are pierced with a poisoned needle. But so what? For Wang Yi, he had nothing to lose. He is already a dying man, and instead of sitting and waiting to be killed, it is better to give it a go.

Wang Yi grabbed the leather bag, dragged it in front of him, and took out the golden needles and pierced them into his chest. After that, he put the poison needle back in the leather bag and tied the leather bag to the inner thigh full of feces and urine, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yi didn't feel anything. I don't know if it's successful or not, but the important thing is that he's still alive. You must know that the poisonous needle is so poisonous that one can take a person's life, and Wang Yi is still alive after receiving seven injections, which shows that he still has a chance.

Then he felt someone open the door and come in and shine a torch on him. In the hazy firelight, he saw Master Chen Zhuang and Zeng Guoying, the nine-fingered dragon, who were covering their mouths and noses. They were followed by another man.

That person was Zhang Da. As soon as Wang saw Zhang Da's face full of shame, he guessed everything. It seems that everything he did for Zhang Da before was in vain. Wang Yi's pleas failed to convince Zhang Da, and he betrayed him after all.

For peasants, morality, benevolence, righteousness and etiquette are far less important than having enough food and clothing to support their families. Therefore, as soon as Wang Yi left, Zhang Da came to ventilate and report the news.

Wang Yi didn't blame him. If you want to blame, you can only blame him for being soft-hearted for a while. If he had the chance to do it all over again, he would never have made the same mistake again.

However, he may not have a chance. Chen Zhuang glanced at him, then quickly covered his nose and said impatiently.

"It stinks to death, I'm afraid this corpse is going to rot. Hurry up and carry me out and bury me!"

Chen Zhuang's words, Wang Yi couldn't help but be shocked. If he is buried like this, he may never come out again. However, before he had time to think about it, Wang Yi lost his breath and lost consciousness.

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, the person responsible for burying Wang Yi is not the two people who took his silver ticket just now. If it were the two people just now, he would definitely be grateful to Dade for Wang Yi's silver ticket, and let him be buried with all his heart. And at the moment, these two people have not received the slightest benefit from Wang Yi. On the contrary, the strong man with the trident who was killed by Wang Yi just now was a good friend who called them brothers, so they hated Wang Yi to the core. Facing Wang Yi, who exuded a foul smell, they didn't want to stay with him for a moment.

Fortunately, there is a murky river flowing behind Chenjiazhuang. The two strong men looked at each other, and after confirming each other's intentions, they tacitly carried Wang Yi over and threw him into the river.

This Yishui is turbulent and roaring, as if carrying all the vicissitudes of this world, telling the story of the years, and flowing endlessly. And Wang Yi's body, like a drop in the ocean, disappeared in this surging river in an instant.

Three.

Thinking about it now, it was too reckless at the time.

Relying only on his own superficial knowledge of poisons, he fearlessly tested the poison, even if he died immediately, it was purely self-inflicted. He must have been confused to make such a decision.

Although it was a blessing in disguise, if he was asked to make another choice, he would never risk his life. Wang Yi knows that the future is unpredictable, and no matter when, he must combine the current situation in order to make the most accurate judgment. After all, you have to control your own destiny, and you can't leave anything to chance. However, this adventure brought him an unexpected surprise.

In any case, Wang Yi's survival was purely a fluke. Maybe it's because he hasn't reached the deadline yet, and Lord Yama refuses to accept him, or maybe it's because God is curious about where this matter will go, and he can't bear to let him die like this. In short, Wang Yi survived. He fell into a state of suspended animation due to the Seven Poisonous Locust Needle, and regained his consciousness the moment he fell into the river.

The river of Yishui, the water is turbulent, the wind is surging, and the white waves are surging.

In this turbulent wave, Wang Yi went down the river, unable to distinguish where was up and where was down. At this time, Wang Yi's body was as tired as if it had been hollowed out, and he was powerless to struggle, so he could only let the river wrap around his body, which was completely out of his control, and float into the distance. In this vast sense of powerlessness, the pain that swept through his body made him feel that the pulse of his life was still beating.

In addition to the pain, Wang Yi also had a feeling. That was the rough touch of the straw mat wrapped around the king's body. At first, he just unconsciously clutched the straw mat. Later, when he realized that the straw mat was his only lifeline, he clung to it and refused to let go. The straw mat looked like it was about to be washed away by the current, but it unexpectedly stood up to the end. Without the protection of this straw mat, even if Wang Yi was not drowned, he would have been scratched by the wooden blocks floating in the river.

Wang Yi had seen a floating corpse, the lower half of which had been washed away by the rushing currents of the flood. The upper body wrapped in a straw mat to protect itself from the rain remains intact.

Wang Yi lay quietly, motionless. Only in this way can he float on the surface of the water with the buoyancy of the water, take two breaths while his face is out of the water, and barely survive. If you're unlucky enough to be hit by a hard float floating on the surface of the water or a rock at the bottom of the river, the mat won't protect you from anything. But that's fine, after all, if you die, there will be no more pain and sorrow.

Wang Yi clutched the straw mat and drifted with the flow, gradually losing consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a clear blue sky in front of him. "Am I alive?"

Like the moment he regained consciousness, Wang Yi felt some kind of power enter his body. As his body grew heavier, he began to sink to the bottom of the river. It lets him know that he's still in the water, and more importantly, he knows he's alive.

Wang Yi tried to calm his heart. Through the thin layer of water, Wang Yi saw the clear blue sky. Soon, his face resurfaced. "I'm alive'!"

I don't know where the road is, but at least for now, he's still alive. Moreover, as long as the life-saving straw on his body is still there, he can always survive. As long as you live, there is hope.

"It can't be worse than now!"

Wang Yi thought.

"I have nothing to lose! No matter what the future holds, it can't be worse than now. It is true that Wang Yi's physical strength and state have been extremely poor, but his mind is extremely clear. At this time, he was already able to observe carefully and judge calmly.

In an instant, he felt that his soul had left his body, and his out-of-body soul was looking down on his body in the air.

Hehe......!

Wang Yi smiled bitterly.

"Wang Yi, look at you, you will fall into this field!"

The soul floating in the air actually spoke to the body in the water. It's like a friend for many years, while ridiculing his own situation, while expressing sympathy for his downfall.

"Wang Yi, what are you living for? After seven years of military service for a prisoner, and seven years of desperate struggle in the land of the Southern Barbarians for a mere ten taels of silver, the family you dedicated to your life was wiped out overnight, and your beloved sister was also captured by thieves and used as a plaything after being humiliated in all kinds of ways. For seven years, the hometown you thought about day and night betrayed you. In that case, why are you going to do military service, and why are you coming back? You are the best fool in the world!

Hahahahaha......!

Wang Yi smiled bitterly again, tears of remorse running down his swollen cheeks, and couldn't stop flowing. "Wang Yi, cheer up! Now that the wood is in the boat, let the past pass! As long as you live, there is still hope in life, anyway, you have nothing to lose, your life still has a long way to go!"

Suddenly, the king of the water opened his mouth.

"But where am I going?" asked the king, expressionlessly.

"The world is so big, but there is no place for me. What does life mean to me?"

The soul laughed disdainfully at the body in the water, and said.

"Have you forgotten the hatred of destroying your family and insulting your sister? Are you willing to just let go of the enemy who killed your whole family and ruined your life?"

This sentence rekindled the flame of hatred in Wang Yi's heart, and his eyes were glowing with fire, and he said indignantly.

"Yes! I can't die yet! I want revenge! If I have revenge or not, I must slash the enemy and make them pay!"

"Report ......!" came a hoarse cry from the king's mouth. However, before he could finish speaking, his head was once again immersed in water, and the water flowed down his nostrils into Wang Yi's body, and the choking sensation went straight to his throat. Still, he shouted as hard as he could.

"I want revenge!" Wang Yi struggled to raise his head, and suddenly the water splashed. His soul and body were once again one, and the flames of hatred burned in his heart.

However, a sharp pain struck, and he collapsed face down in the water again. Wang Yi looked up again. This time, he didn't fall.

Wang Yi looked around, and there were dense reeds all around. He tried to stand up, the water was not deep, but it was full of mud all around, which made it difficult for his legs to exert his strength. Wang Yi must leave this reed swing as soon as possible, at least he can't let himself be soaked in the water again. Covered with wounds, if he continued to stay in the water, he would definitely let his whole body fester. For the sake of his revenge, he must survive.

However, the roof leak happened to rain overnight. Wang Yi counted the time and found that he had not yet left the territory of Jiangzhou. Jiangzhou is Chenjiazhuang's sphere of influence, and if Chen Zhuang is allowed to live until he is alive, they will never let him go easily.

Wang Yi gritted his teeth and grabbed the reed in front of him and slid forward. At first, Wang Yi's body was half-floating in the water, and he walked quite smoothly. However, the further he went, the more and more mud he had, and in the end, there was only a quagmire left in front of him, which made it difficult for the king to move an inch.

Wang Yi tugged at the reed hard, took a step, took a rest, and moved forward slowly. The hands soaked in the water soon began to peel off, and the flesh was pricked by the rough reed leaves. The pain of his legs dragging through the mud was excruciating, but he was relieved. After all, the pain can be felt, which means that Wang Yi's body has not become paralyzed and numb due to the previous beating.

He was going to find a place to treat himself. More than the wound, what worries him more is the poison in his body. Even if he survives, if he becomes a waste, revenge will be impossible to achieve. Wang Yi must plan carefully and do everything that should be done one by one.

"First of all, ......!" Wang Yi thought as he gasped.

"I'm going to find a way to get out of here, and then ......!" is revenge.