Cangzhou monster story

Before he could finish his thought, the man's eyes flashed, and the blood-drinking sword in his hand went straight to Boss Meng's throat.

Suddenly, the Snow Song Sword in Boss Meng's hand also galloped up, and the two swords met, making an ear-piercing sound, sparkling like sparks in the cold night.

Filled with powerful internal force, the Snow Song Sword went straight up against the blood-drinking sword, and it burst out with more strength at the end.It went straight through the man's arm.

Immediately, there was blood pouring out.

The visitor turned sideways and his voice sank: "Meng Fusheng!"

Boss Meng didn't dare to relax at all, the Snow Song Sword in his hand immediately followed up and went straight to his left chest.

The man was furious, the sword in his hand changed from his right hand to his left, and with a flick of his wrist, he came up again.

Different from the joking attitude just now, this time, his sword is fierce, like an erupting lion, roaring and rushing towards Boss Meng.

He rushed forward at full speed, and when he bent down like a wolf hunting, the blood-drinking sword shone coldly, only piercing Boss Meng's heart.

not good!

Boss Meng was shocked.

This person is obviously used to wielding swords with his left hand, and dealing with him before was just a small test.

Just as he wanted to understand the mystery, the sword had pierced through his left shoulder blade.

The blood-drinking sword spun along the trend, and the sound of musculoskeletal shattering penetrated especially in the cold night.

Bright red splashes, dyeing a large area of ​​snow red.

"Boss Meng!" Miracle doctor Zhang was startled and shouted sharply.

The man didn't care about others at all, he just stared at Boss Meng, with a trace of anger and evil in the corner of his mouth, he lifted his foot fiercely, and kicked Boss Meng out.

This is where it hurts again.

Boss Meng sighed resignedly in his heart, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

He only felt his body constantly swinging backwards, and the pain from the wound was like a stabbing heart.

The Snow Song Sword in his hand was drawn backwards and pierced into the snow.Boss Meng fell to the ground, staggered a few steps back, and managed to stop.

The man with the scarred face raised his eyes to look, but saw that he was standing on the ground without falling down.

Bright red blood rolled down his shoulder.

It winds like a river, soaking a large piece of cloth on his chest.

That proud attitude is like a god.

The man stepped back, in awe.

"Boss Meng!" Dr. Zhang couldn't care less, and rushed forward to support him, "How are you doing?"

Boss Meng raised his hand to hold his hand, and bent the corner of his mouth towards him, "It's okay."

Scarface woke up suddenly, jumped up, raised the sword and rushed again, the blade flashed like a cold light.

Boss Meng Xuan shielded Dr. Zhang behind his back and tried his best to catch him.

The man struck, but stopped abruptly, covering the wound on his right arm with a painful expression.

His eyes were cold, and he gave Boss Meng a cold look. He drew his sword and turned around, "Meng Fusheng, I will be back!"

"Meng is waiting at any time." Boss Meng said angrily.

Until the man's breath completely disappeared in the cold night, the stormy sea seemed to subside.

Boss Meng couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

I don't know when I woke up again.

The sky outside the window was so dark that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The wound was burning and painful, Boss Meng gritted his teeth and moved a bit, trying to turn over.

"Lie down quickly!" Doctor Zhang, who opened the door to come in, quickly stopped him, stepped forward and held him down, "Don't move around."

"Xiao Jing, how is it?" He vaguely remembered that Xiao Jing was injured.

"He's fine, it's just a skin injury." Xiao Jing was just injured by a sword, it's not a big deal, and it's fine to take care of him.

Boss Meng's face was pale, his chest heaved, and he looked at Miracle Doctor Zhang, "I'm sorry."

Doctor Zhang frowned and cursed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"It hurts you." Boss Meng looked at him, with a tired look on his originally handsome face, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

If it wasn't for him, Xiaojing wouldn't be hurt either.He doesn't have to work so hard.

"Stop talking nonsense." Dr. Zhang picked up the medicine he just brought in, "Drink it first."

Boss Meng drank the medicine obediently, and doctor Zhang gave him two candied fruit.

"Your left shoulder is also miserable. Not long after it healed, it cracked again." Doctor Zhang joked with him in a relaxed tone.

"It's a pain." Boss Meng smiled slightly.

"By the way, your brother's condition is not very good." Dr. Zhang looked carefully at his face, "He is always raving, as if he is very scared."

"I'm going to trouble you." Boss Meng lowered his eyes. He was well aware of his brother's injury, and I'm afraid it won't be easy.

"Don't talk about these useless things." Dr. Zhang sat down beside him, "Stretch out your hand and check the pulse."

Fortunately, there was no poison on Scarface and Sword last night.Boss Meng's injury looked scary, but it wasn't as bad as last time.

"Tell me, who was that person last night?" Doctor Zhang asked.

"I don't know." Boss Meng remembered the killing in the man's eyes, "However, it's very dangerous."

"You also know the danger." Miracle Doctor Zhang said angrily, "Then you still try to be brave."

"I didn't try to be brave." Boss Meng laughed, "I beat him away with strength."

"..."

Doctor Zhang was speechless and ignored him.

After drinking the medicine, Boss Meng fell into a drowsy sleep again.

In the dream, he returned to Sunshade Mountain again.

There was a smell of blood, and blood stains spread from the door to Master's yard.Along the way are the original bodies of various little demons who appeared after death. They were originally captured by the master as child servants.

Master fell into a pool of blood, dying.

He knelt in front of the master, his heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, trembling with fear, gritted his teeth but did not shed a single tear.

The master said: "Don't track down the murderer, and guide the soul to save lives."

Boss Meng asked stubbornly: "Why, I want to avenge you!"

Master let out a cough, and glanced at Meng Wuying behind him, "You two, remember?"

Before Boss Meng could speak, Meng Wuying nodded, "I remember."

The master curled the corners of his mouth and smiled gratifiedly, "That's it, that's all."

That's all?

Boss Meng's heart was churning with hatred.

In his case, there has never been such a saying.

Even if they promised him not to pursue Master before his death, how could he be reconciled.

Therefore, since he came to Cangzhou, he listened to his master's words and calmly led his soul to save his life, but he also received dreams as a reward.

Because, only by spelling out the picture of floating life and drunken dreams, can he know who is the murderer who killed his master.

Boss Meng's injury healed very quickly under the care of Dr. Zhang, and within half a month he was almost healed.

When I got up in the morning, the sky was rarely clear, and there was a row of small red clay stoves under the eaves, gurgling medicine.

Aunt Wang took the cattail leaf fan and checked each one, lest the medicine not be cooked enough and the medicine would be ruined.

Boss Meng was wearing a thick leather jacket and a rabbit fur muff, sitting on a recliner and watching her busy.

"This is yours, this is Xiaojing's, and this is your senior brother's." Aunt Wang confirmed each of them and nodded with satisfaction.Then, using a thick cloth towel, poured Meng Wuying's medicine into the porcelain bowl next to her.

"As soon as it cools down, you can give him a drink."

Boss Meng picked up the fan at hand and fanned the medicine repeatedly, "Aunt Wang, thank you for your hard work."

Aunt Wang laughed cheerfully, "What kind of hard work is this? In order to take care of the three of you, Dr. Zhang couldn't sleep well for several days. That's hard work."