The rain was like a note, and the thunder was like an army.

On the sand table of Wangjiangtai, a fierce battle is also unfolding. The red and black calculations and flags are separated from each other, and they penetrate each other, changing the situation, and deducing the situation of the two countries.

Xie Junhe proudly crossed Erlang's legs, and he didn't look at Qin Shi opposite, but whenever he was bound to win, he would definitely put on such an arrogant appearance.

Ever since the night owls shut up Qin Xiao, he had been in a good mood and laughed murderously all day long. When he had something to do, he drank with the blood ghosts, and when he had nothing to do, he pulled Qin Dashao to fiddle with the sand table, and even went to Huayue Tower a lot, as if he really made up his mind to regard this Wangjiang Terrace as his home, and he really regarded the Blood Ghost Hall as his home.

What's even more bizarre is that after a few drinks are invited, the blood ghosts seem to really regard him as their boss, and they will even obediently carry the wine of Huayue Tower to Wangjiangtai to curry favor with him - of course, it can't be for any task, nominally to learn swordsmanship, but in fact, it's probably just for the bar!

Of course, this Wangjiang Platform will occasionally become a place for blood ghosts to practice - if Xie Junhe has no one to accompany him to learn a few tricks when his hands and feet are itchy, the flowers and plants in Wangjiang Terrace will be very miserable. So at this point, Qin Shi still welcomes the blood ghosts to come and visit the door.

Qin Xiao was also quite curious about how Xie Junhe suddenly became honest? He could only explain to his father: "For this kind of ruffian and thick-skinned man, how can he live in peace if there are few sharp swords dangling at the base of his neck? But it's always boring to fight with someone. These days, there is a group of masters who choose a thousand miles to compete around him every day, maybe there is really a little bit of fun. ”

But Qin Shi grew so big, he never knew that the guys in the Blood Ghost Hall could laugh, let alone see that a large group of people could actually hook up their shoulders and talk to the wane. I really want to sigh, Li Luo has been the hall master for so many years, and he can't catch up with the favors that Xie Jun and he has saved in a few months.

Gradually, the most frequent visitors to Wangjiangtai are no longer celebrities and heroes, but those uninvited blood ghosts.

"Anti-guest, how comfortable are you living this day?" Qin Shi laughed at him, "Don't play this sand table with me next time, look for your brothers......"

"They are stupid, how can they catch up with Qin Dashao. ”

Qin Shi was very impatient, a sand table and a river, turning over and over these few calculations, he thought that he would win a few games, and if he got tired of it, he would just give up, who knew that Xie Junhe could still play flowers, and he could have a different way to win every time - secretly admired Chu Tao, how did he fight with this difficult guy for more than ten years?

At this moment, the waiter rushed in in a panic and glanced at Qin Shi.

"No outsiders, just say it!"

"It's Qi Da Shao......" Only then did they notice that the messenger was covered in rain, and his face was terrified.

When Qin Shi heard this, he immediately rushed out, and Jun He also followed closely.

Outside the promenade, a thick curtain of rain shrouded the wind, and the eaves were drenched into a pouring waterfall. Fortunately, the corridors of each courtyard are connected, otherwise, on such a day, even if you have an umbrella, it will be difficult to move an inch. The Wangjiang platform is too big, and a heavy corridor has nine twists and eight bends before it leads to the door of the backyard. The three or two families held up umbrellas for them and went out of the courtyard, only to find a person lying under the porch of the courtyard.

The garments are no longer clothes, and the human beings are no longer human. Unkempt and soaked in water, his body smelled foul, bruised and bruised, and to make matters worse, missing a right arm. The original sturdy body has only a skeleton left, and the broad face is so thin that it is sunken, like a knife. His face was purple, his eyes were closed, as if he couldn't wake up from the thunder and rain. Who wanted to show off his might in the past, but now he is like a water dog! Who would dare to admit that this is Qi Heng? How could Qi Heng pick such weather and run to Wangjiang Terrace?

"He grabbed me and said that someone was going to kill him. And then that's it. The messenger had no choice but to spread his hands.

Qin Shi called him loudly, shook him, and didn't wake up, but just melted to the ground like wet mud. Helplessly, Jun He and Qin Shi combined the strength of the two to carry him and take him to the empty house in the backyard.

Qin Shi ordered: "I'll go and ask for a doctor, Jun He will stay here, and the rest of the people will bring me clean clothes, and prepare some hot water and food, so that I can take care of him." Don't let the news leak!"

As soon as Qin Shi left, the door of the house was closed, and the room was dark and gloomy. Unexpectedly, Qi Heng's eyes immediately widened, jumped up from his seat, and shouted loudly: "Don't hurt me!" Even if his right arm is gone, when his left arm catches something, he throws it out as a weapon, and the room is full of ping-pong, a mess. Seeing that he could not get out, he retreated to the corner, not allowing anyone to approach even half a step.

"This is Wangjiangtai!Qi Heng, don't you know each other?" Jun He shouted loudly.

"I know, I know you in black, you murderous madman, you have come to take my head!" a room of people was confused by him.

Jun Hehe punched out angrily, and it was aimed at the bridge of his nose, and he was immediately stunned for a moment. So Junhe took advantage of the situation and knocked it down. Unexpectedly, an even more violent resistance was provoked, and he kicked and bitten. I don't know where the brute strength came from, and it almost overturned Junhe. The rest of the men came up together and pinned him to the ground to prevent him from hurting himself.

Someone suggested: "Rope, get it quickly!"

Junhe stopped.

However, the roar of the lion was deafening: "It's not Wangjiangtai, you lie to me, what are your intentions? Don't harm me!" His face was distorted with fright, and every green tendon on his forehead and neck bulged like an earthworm, as if it would burst open at any moment, and his red eyes, red face, and red neck seemed to be boiling with blood.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and thunder outside the house, like the wrath of the heavens, and the sound of the sky collapsing overshadowed all the noise, casting a shadow in everyone's hearts.

Qi Heng suddenly gave up struggling, and also gave up shouting. It's like having exhausted all the energy in your body and collapsed.

Everyone looked at each other and let go.

I saw him lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, his violently heaving chest gradually calming down, and then he lay on his side and slowly shrank up, holding his head and crying in pain. There was no sound, but there were clearly tears on his face. After a short break, I heard him plead bitterly: "Don't kill me, please let me go, don't chase me anymore." ”

"Don't hurt him. Junhe didn't want to provoke him anymore, so he took the initiative to leave the house.

None of the people knew what to do, until one of the family members handed over a sweat towel. He seemed surprised, hesitant, and a little grateful. He knelt low, kowtowed, his face almost touching the ground, and trembled his whole body: "Please don't kill me." They...... They're going to eat people!" The family wanted to help, but as soon as he turned over, he hid in the corner and took precautions. Then he still did not allow anyone to come near, holding the warm sweat towel in one arm, his eyes glazed over, crying and laughing for a while, his unkempt hair covering his face, and his smelly and wet clothes clinging to his body, curled up in a corner of the room, shivering.

The men lined up in front of the door, listening to the wind and rain, silent.

"What the hell!" I don't know how long I stood before anyone spoke.

"Is he crazy?" asked a bold voice.

Jun He didn't dare to answer rashly: "Xu is running all the way, and he is too frightened ......" more, he didn't dare to speculate. A few days ago, the situation of drinking with him was still in front of him, and he was still rational when he encountered such a big family accident, why did he go to the south bank and become like this?

"Where did his right arm go...... is a terrible question that no one dares to guess.

"If Qin Dashao looks for me, he will say that the Blood Ghost Hall has something to call me away. I'll come back to see him in a few days. Xie Junhe randomly found a reason to prevaricate, he really couldn't bear to watch anymore.

When Xie Junhe met Qin Shi again, it was a few days later. At this time, the news that Qi Heng had broken his arm and became a madman had spread all over the rivers and lakes, and it had become a laughing stock for people after dinner. There is no lack of sympathy for the victims, and there is no lack of ridicule. Of course, in addition to ridicule, there are more groundless speculations by good deeds. Some people say that Chu Tao hated because of jealousy and killed him, some people said that Qi Heng was not virtuous and deserved to be taught a lesson, and some people blamed Leng Fengyi for his red face and trouble, in short, the grievances and grievances of the Qi and Chu families had just subsided, and the scum was flooded, stirring up a burst of turmoil.

He was sending a few blood ghosts who were delivering news out of the house, walking through the garden, and met Qin Shi, whose face was slightly haggard. was about to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the other side had already asked: "Xie Ye is very busy, it's really hard to find!"

I couldn't hide, so I had to catch up: "Is Qi Dashao better?"

Qin Shi pointed to the distance, where Zijun was holding Qi Heng's left arm and walking through the flower path. After changing his outfit and taking care of him, he finally felt a little refreshed, but once he touched his gaze, he was only empty. His injured leg has been limping since he returned to the shack to meet him, and the walk is a little difficult, if Zijun hadn't led him all the way, it seemed like he would fall down at any time. The empty sleeve tube is empty after all.

Junhe was a little afraid to look at it.

"Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad. Qin Shi said, "He only remembers going to the south bank, and he trembled with fear when he mentioned it." I don't remember anything about how I was injured, how I came back, and how I appeared at Wangjiangtai. He didn't want to see anyone in the Qi family, except his sister Zijun. ”

"Maybe it takes time. ”

"There are some things that can't be solved by time. Qin Shi sighed heavily, and then looked at him fixedly, as if he was afraid that he would escape again, "You only saw that he was missing an arm, and you didn't know that his martial arts cultivation was completely ruined." I don't know who made the ruthless move, but I know that it is a strange kind of kung fu, which has severely damaged all the important martial arts muscles and veins in his body - let alone practicing martial arts from now on, it is difficult to even work. The doctor said that this life was picked up by luck. ”