Yin Tongming's face was gloomy, and he looked at Shen Yi word by word and said, "Shen Daxia, I'm sorry, I also have no choice." ”

Yin Tongming's words fell, and at the moment when he reached into his arms, Shen Yi was already alert and stood up. He only took two steps back, and Yin Tongming had already taken out a small cylinder from his arms, held it in his hand, and aimed it at Shen Yi to pull the mechanism.

The silver needles in the cylinder, like a cluster of dense rain, burst out, enveloping Shen Yi's whole body.

Shen Yi reacted extremely quickly, and instantly pulled out the Xiaolong and protected his whole body in the sword net. If there is still one person in this world who can draw his sword in time to open the silver needle, it is only Shen Yi.

Xiaolong encountered silver needles, such as a storm and rain, a crisp and dense sound, hundreds of silver needles were cut off or knocked away, such as flying stars in the sky, dazzling, very brilliant and beautiful, but it is a pity that on this silver needle, all quenched the secret poison of the Yin family in East Lake, and the throat was sealed with blood.

Although Shen Yi reacted in time, a silver needle still pierced through the sword net, piercing deeply into his right leg, and sinking into the flesh.

As soon as the silver needle was stained with blood, the toxicity was already dissipated, Shen Yi's left leg was weak, he couldn't stand, he knelt on one knee, and supported it with his sword.

A cylinder can only fire a silver needle once, Yin Tongming saw that he couldn't kill, so he took out another cylinder in his arms and faced Shen Yi again.

Shen Yiqiang's true qi was in the middle of his leg, trying his best to prevent the poisonous gas from emanating, and he was already unable to move, let alone swing his sword. His face was as white as paper, his forehead was covered with bean-sized cold sweat rolling down, and he watched Yin Tongming take out another cylinder, knowing that this time it would be difficult to resist, his mind was confused, and he felt that the silver needle was a little more penetrating into the flesh, and the poisonous gas was also spreading rapidly.

Yin Tongming held the cylinder with both hands, and did not press the mechanism, but he couldn't help but tremble, first his hands trembled, and then his whole body couldn't stop shaking. His face was even more ugly than Shen Yi's, white and blue, and his face was covered with sweat like rain. He stared at Shen Yi directly, his eyes were wild, and he kept shaking his head, shaking his head while saying in a trembling voice: "I can't do this, I can't kill Shen Daxia, I've done something wrong, I can't be wrong again and again...... I shouldn't have watched Mrs. Zhu and her unborn child killed, let alone killed Shen Daxia with my own hands......"

He suddenly smiled miserably at Shen Yi and said, "Shen Daxia, I'm sorry, you have been poisoned by a needle, and you will definitely die, I ...... I really don't want to kill you...... I am also a last resort......" He turned the cylinder in his hand upside down, shot at his chest, and said in a trembling voice: "If I die, this secret poison of the Yin family will be extinct, and it will never harm the rivers and lakes again...... Wish...... I hope that my son will be the most ordinary person in the future...... Survive your life in peace......" He pulled the mechanism with his fingers, and the silver needles shot out vigorously, all hitting him in the face. In an instant, he was covered in blood, his face was distorted, and he didn't even have time to snort, he was already exhausted, and he fell heavily to the ground on his back.

Shen Yi exclaimed in a low voice, wanting to step forward to check, but his whole body was like a sharp needle swimming, and the pain was unbearable. The poison of the silver needles that shot into his legs was like a torrent, unstoppable, almost breaking through his protective body and flooding his whole body.

He gritted his teeth, flipped the dragon, and pointed the tip of his sword against the silver needle, and with a force on his wrist, blood splattered, and the sharp blade had pierced into the flesh, and with another spin, the silver needle was picked out.

He abandoned his sword on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and pointed at the wound with the other, using his true qi, and forced hard, and a stream of black blood spurted out and sprinkled all over the ground. He kept pushing the internal force, and did not relax until the blood splattered from the wound turned bright red.

Although most of the poison had been forced out, the residual poison that could infect the whole body was still violent, and he had lost too much blood, he felt dizzy, cold and hot on his body, like insects and ants, and the indescribable pain was sad, but he finally escaped his life.

He took a deep breath, picked up the dragon, struggled to stand up, his body shook a few times before he could barely stand still, and when he was about to move, he raised his eyes to see Amu standing at the door of the private room.

One of Amu's hands froze in the air, still maintaining the movement of lifting the bead curtain, but his eyes were straight and his mouth was open. He was already stunned by the bloody scene in the room, and he couldn't get out of his throat with an exclamation, and he wanted to turn around and run away, but both legs seemed to be spinning, and he couldn't move.

"Amu!" Shen Yi shouted, seeing that he was just looking at him blankly, he barely raised his strength and shouted again.

Shen Yi felt a headache like a crack, severe pain all over his body, his limbs were weak, his mouth was open, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't say the rest of his words.

Amu was startled, and looked at Shen Yi as if he had seen a god or a demon. He has always lived a peaceful and monotonous life, where has he ever seen such a bloody and cruel scene? Yin Tongming, who fell to the ground, he is very familiar with him, and he is also deeply loved and respected by the locals, but his death is unbearable, and Shen Yi, he was also very impressed, thinking that he was an amiable and respectable foreigner, who knew that the two of them were still sitting and drinking tea opposite each other before, it seemed that they were friends, and they didn't want to make a cup of tea, so they died and were injured, and even made a neat and quiet tea-drinking room full of blood stains on the walls. He thought he was having a nightmare, his eyes stared fixedly for a long time, before he came back to his senses, let out a miserable scream, turned around and ran, running all the way and shouting: "Kill, kill, Doctor Yin was killed......"

Shen Yi couldn't cry or laugh, and tried his best to call him a few times, but he couldn't call him back, so he had to adjust his internal breath, hold on to the wall, and drag his right leg forward with great effort, hoping to meet a bold person and notify the county government for him, so that someone could help.

He finally walked out of the private room, and when he saw the lobby outside, the tables and chairs were crooked and empty. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that the people living here were used to living a stable and peaceful life, and they couldn't see a little wind and grass, not to mention this bloody murder, so they naturally ran away early to avoid trouble. He looked down at the blood stains on his body again, and smiled again, with his current embarrassed appearance, it was no wonder that he would scare people away.

He stumbled out of the old teahouse, and the pestle sword stood in the street, trying to catch his breath and gather some strength.

The streets were also empty, with no one occupied, and the doors and windows of the shops on both sides were tightly closed.

Shen Yi was drenched in cold sweat, sweat and blood soaked through his clothes, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body wet and sticky. It was only with a stubborn will that he could continue to open his eyes and stay awake, and he took two more steps forward, and his brain was dizzy, and he sat down on the ground.

He closed his eyes and gasped for a moment, and tried his best to open his eyes, only to find that there was not really no one on the street, just in front of the Qi family flower shop opposite the old teahouse, I don't know when, Qi Xiaoyu was standing at the door.

Qi Xiaoyu was holding a large watering can in both hands, thinking that he was going out to water the camellia by the door, but he saw Shen Yi, who was seriously injured. With an indescribable expression on her face, she seemed to be scared and curious, and looked at Shen Yi with a pair of big black eyes without blinking.

Shen Yi raised his hand and beckoned, and said in a dumb voice: "Little jade girl...... Don't be afraid. ”

He also knew that he was like this, telling a little girl not to be afraid, it was really a bit of self-deception, but Qi Xiaoyu neither turned around and ran, nor did she cry for her father, she still stood quietly opposite and looked at him, as if she was really not afraid.

Shen Yi was overjoyed, thinking that at least someone could help him pass the word, so he slowed down his voice and said, "Little jade girl...... Please go ......."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't support it anymore, the true qi of the protective body was loosened, the residual poison attacked his heart, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

Qi Xiaoyu didn't say anything, her dark eyes stared at Shen Yi, and in the depths of her dull and empty eyes, there seemed to be a lot of waves.