Prison of Black Wounds

What weight, it's not even as good as a woman, coupled with severe blood loss, his skin has turned ashen as a dead man, and it's unknown what he's living on, it's absolutely impossible for ordinary people to live up to now.

That's why he's called "Ghost" too, right?

Under Long Yan's wink, the two of them worked together to pull him up as fast as possible.

"Umm...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Although it was only for a moment, the hellish pain is enough to destroy a person's will. The person who fell into his arms suddenly opened his eyes, and there was still deathly silence in the dark pupils, but Naser was surprised to see Tears flowed from the corners of those nearly torn eyes.

To be honest, during the past 20 days or so, his order to the executioner was always to die, as long as he took a breath, but he never heard half a word of begging for mercy. The muffled hum, and the short, uncontrollable cry of pain afterwards were all forbearance, so in this respect, Nasser admired him.

Maybe this is his last dignity?

However, Nassar did not want him to retain this bit of dignity...

The raised finger gently picked up the falling teardrops, Nasser narrowed his eyes, thinking how to destroy this person's last self-esteem?

"Give……"

Like a broken toy, Naser threw the wounded man to Long Yan, and he himself took the cloth towel handed by the waiter to wipe the blood on his hands.

Long Yan caught the person who was thrown over, looked helplessly at Nasser, then laid the person flat on the prepared plank, and quickly started to deal with the blood hole that kept gushing blood.

Although Long Yan's hemostatic medicine is very effective, but the moment it is sprinkled on the wound, it hurts like a bone-piercing boat. Naser has tasted this feeling before, so seeing the sizzling wound at this moment, Naser suddenly felt that the roots of his teeth were shaking. Some soreness.

The man's flat abdomen straightened up slightly when the powder was sprinkled on it, maybe it was really powerless, at this moment he didn't even have the slightest struggle, only pitiful convulsions and convulsions remained.

Seeing that Long Yan suddenly frowned and said "tsk...", Naser couldn't help squatting down and asking, "What's wrong?"

Long Yan applied the medicinal herb on the terrible wound and said, "I can't say what's wrong, I just feel weird."

Nassar touched his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Explain clearly."

Long Yan pointed to the scab on the man's chest: "This knife wound was caused by your Mochizuki."

"so what?"

"The fifteen-centimeter blade pierced through the chest...but it scabbed on the fifth day, don't you think it's strange?"

Nasser stared at the wound thoughtfully, stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was true that the scab had scabbed over.

Long Yan continued: "Your Mochizuki is a magic soldier. It takes at least two months for ordinary people to heal even a small injury..." This is true, because Long Yan was accidentally killed because of playfulness when he was a child. Injured, Mochizuki was still Nasser's father's weapon at that time.

"You mean he has resilience beyond ordinary people?"

"Do not……"

"Speak clearly!" Nassar growled a little impatiently.

"Hey... There is another strange thing. It is impossible for a normal person to be alive after shedding so much blood."

Nassar agrees with this point, but...

"He's a ghost after all..."

Long Yan rolled his eyes at him and said: "That's just a name given by others. He has flesh and blood, and he still hurts. He is definitely a human being, but his body... Maybe someone has used some kind of medicine, and the wound can heal quickly when poured on it. Scabs, but that's just a scab on the outside, blocking the bleeding hole, making him look like he's healed, but in fact, the inside is still bloody and bloody, and this drug can make him want to die... Tsk, not so much It’s better to call it poison than medicine, it’s really cruel..."

Naser Liyan suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha... Isn't this just right? I just want him to die."

Long Yan sighed: "Nather, no matter what strange poisons and medicines are limited, I think he has suffered many injuries before, but he was only temporarily suppressed. Once the effects of the medicine wear off, the moment when all the outbreaks erupt is probably the time of his death. "

Nasser dragged his chin and pondered for a while: "No wonder, every time he was hit, he didn't feel pain or itching. Could it be that the medicine you mentioned can make people forget the pain?"

Long Yan raised his head in surprise: "Nather, you should be talking about another kind..." As he spoke, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at the emaciated person on the ground with almost sad eyes. "Nather, you'd better kill him quickly."

"Isn't that too cheap for him?"

"Nather, he is just a pawn of Old King Wushang."

"The old man considered him lucky. He died before finishing his punishment, so what's wrong with that old man's share? Long Yan... Have you forgotten? How did your mother and sister die? This person..." Naser stood up and pointed to the rag-like person on the ground, "This is the person who killed our people, and tell me you forgot? Huh?"

Naser glared at Long Yan angrily, his eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, he didn't have the composure he had just now, he was already overwhelmed by hatred.

Doesn't Long Yan hate it?

Don't you want to see your enemy suffer?

Is he alone remembering the pain of losing a loved one?He is the only one who thinks of his mother's severed head while still smiling every day?

If she just let him go, who would she vent her hatred for so long?

Who can I turn to to get back my lost lover?

Ten years, ten years of lovesickness without even seeing a strand of hair, even if there is something that belongs to that person, his hatred would not be so deep, yet, he did not even leave him the only pure land Down.

"Um……"

The man on the ground let out a small groan to draw the attention of the two of them back, and only when he was unconscious would he express pain so unscrupulously.

At this time, a small soldier rushed in. Seeing his anxious expression, Naser took a deep breath and asked with his usual calm face, "What happened?"

The little soldier bowed deeply, called Lord Longyan again, and then reported to Nasser: "The wood wolves in the west suddenly launched an attack on our border, and the elders are looking for your majesty..."

"Oh? Wood wolf clan? That clan that claims to have the blood of the wolf clan? Huh, a small clan, dare to provoke me..."

"Nather, we have just regained Wushang. They will not be the only ones attacking us at this time. They must have been provoked by someone and regarded as the leader." Long Yan ordered his servants to carry the injured man back to himself In the medicine house, he got up and wiped the blood on his hands and said to Nasser.

Nasser snorted coldly: "Huh, it's just in time, so I won't have to run." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the wounded who was being carried out, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and called them to say, "Carry him out." Go to my bedchamber."

"Tsk, what do you want to do? The bleeding has just stopped, and it's not finished yet. If you want to make troubles, wait until the wound heals."

"Hey, Long Yan, you are so wordy."

Nasser strode out of the dungeon while rubbing his temples.

Long Yan followed behind unwillingly and shouted: "Don't call me next time!"

Nasser shook his head lightly and looked back with a smile: "Come along."

"Hey, you!! Really don't..."

Naser slowed down and retreated to Long Yan, hugged his friend's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't increase your burden. I will take good care of him until his wound heals. If you don't believe me, you can follow and supervise."

"Hey...meaning that I have to be his nanny these days?"

"It's fine if you don't want to, anyway, when you are about to die, someone will come to invite you."

"..."

Long Yan sighed helplessly, he didn't know if it was his own fault or that ghost's that provoked Naser.

The warm spring sun shines on the body, with a little intoxicating warmth, the body is rarely lazy and unwilling to wake up.

Once consciousness is restored, what follows is pain from all limbs.

He slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were still blurry, and there were a few figures swaying indistinctly.

He gently closed his wet eyes, if possible, he would rather just sleep like this forever, at least, the dream would not hurt so much.

"He's awake."

The old voice was powerful and steady, speaking of an old man with a kind and kind smile, his snow-white hair was wrapped in a gray turban, only a few strands of bangs sneaked out, but it would not hinder the work, and his snow-white beard was trimmed The clothes are also very neat, the gray-blue gown has the hem neatly tucked into the belt, the whole person is in good order, with piercing eyes, ruddy complexion, and looks refreshed and healthy.

Hearing his voice, Long Yan, who was grinding medicine next to him, immediately strode over and held the wrist of the man on the bed to observe carefully. It took a long time before he breathed out under Naser's urgent gaze.

"How about it?"

Nassar glanced at his friend's face and asked.

"Although the wound has healed... Hey, what are you doing?"

Long Yan looked annoyed at Naser pulling his patient up from the bed.

"Now that you're done, you have to do something."

"I didn't say he was fine."

"You said that you'll be fine when you wake up, and the wound has healed and scabbed, so you can't give him back?" Naser held the other's limp arm, and was about to drag him from the bed when Long Yanyi Press it down, "Long Yan, let go!"

Long Yan glared at him, looking at the slightly frowning and biting lower lip that was allowed to be moved by Naser, feeling pity for him.

"Didn't I say it before? Although his external wound has healed, the inside is not good. Don't you want him to die?"

Naser narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in the hands who was covered in cold sweat due to the pain, and said with a sneer, "Heh... I only said that I can't die now, but I didn't say that I couldn't die."

With a big palm, he looked at the man's soft body coldly.