beg for chivalry

With a loud noise, the incense table fell over and the beams tilted.Jin Shiba held Sanniang by the back collar in one hand, and rolled behind the pillar with the black-clothed Rakshasa in the other.A pit was smashed out of the floor tiles, and they turned over and dodged into it while the smoke was filling, avoiding the sight of the broken monk for the time being.

Sanniang's face ached from the gravel, and she couldn't help crying out in a low voice.She wiped her ashen face and hurried to see Jin Wu again.I saw that his body was crooked, his breath was weak, and he was hardly alive.Jin Shiba took off his Rakshasa mask, revealing a pale face.

Jin Wu just felt out of breath.He knew that he had been stabbed several times in the chest, and at this moment he felt nothing but severe pain.He also vaguely felt that the blood was draining from his body little by little, but he couldn't stop it when he stretched out his hand to cover it.Jin Shiba tore some silk cloth to bind his wound, but it was soaked in blood again, and it was dark red.

Seeing that the blood couldn't stop, Jin Shiba's forehead oozes a little cold sweat, and he hurriedly asked Sanniang: "Miss San, you are proficient in medical science, what herbs do you bring to stop the bleeding?"

Seeing that the young man was seriously injured, Sanniang gasped in fright: "I... I only brought some poisonous weeds, which are all harmful things."

She has always liked to study poisonous weeds the most, taking pleasure in poisoning people to death, but now she feels annoyed: why didn't she bring some medicine to heal the wounds!She frantically rummaged through her purse, but only found some poisons like aconitum and gourd vine, but none of the herbs that could be used.

Yan Xin, the monk who broke the precepts, stood outside with a knife, ready to come and take their lives at any time.Just when the two were in a panic, Jin Wu forced his eyes open and said, "...Brother, I'll...go out later, you...just go."

Every time he said a few words, he had to take a breath, and his breath was like a thin gossamer, which would not be broken.The knife seems to have hurt the lungs, and ordinary people should have fainted from the pain, but Jin Wu bit his tongue and held on.Sanniang was terrified when she heard what he said, fearing that the young man would really die in the next moment.

Jin Shiba frowned slightly, "Young master, with your skill... there is no way you can't dodge that knife."

The Houtianlou Assassin has always been extremely sensitive to killing intent, and is immediately alert when there is any trouble.Jin Wu is one of the most gifted in martial arts, not to mention that he is a serious school, and he is also proficient in even low-level sneak attacks.Therefore, it is impossible for him to be unaware of the sneak attack of the monk who broke the precepts.

The black-clothed Rakshasa was breathing more heavily, and he stared blankly at the collapsed beams, his eyes were a little loose.A corner of the dilapidated palace roof exposed the gray dome of the sky, and the rain poured down, flowing down the vermilion eaves pillars.The cold wind howled through the hole, and his body couldn't help shivering, along with his voice: "...If I dodge...you will be stabbed..."

At that time he did not have a sword in his hand, if he turned around to dodge, he would definitely hurt Jin Shiba and Zuo Sanniang in front of him.

Hearing his words, Sanniang couldn't help being dazed, and unconsciously clenched her sleeves tightly with her fingers.The young man looked indifferent, but he still wanted to protect her.

So she frowned and scolded Jin Wu: "Who wants you to save me! You rascal, you should die soon!"

But when he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently, with blood leaking from between his fingers, the girl panicked again and hurried to help him: "Lie down quickly, don't move any more."

At this moment, there was a burst of low-pitched laughter from outside.The voice of the monk who broke the precepts came from outside: "The knife just failed to pierce the heart, but it was considered a serious injury. The black-clothed Rakshasa, foolishly calculated that you will die in a quarter of an hour, so you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, Yanxin laughed and left the ruined palace, holding the gold chain to kill the Houtianlou assassin outside.It seems that this strange monk has already determined Jin Wu's injury, and he no longer regards him as a threat in his heart.

Jin Wu's eyelids fluttered when he heard this, and he cursed with difficulty: "Damn...this old bald donkey..."

Sanniang saw that his complexion had turned pale, and Youbi's eyes were extraordinarily bright on his pale face for some reason, so bright that it was a bit shocking.He moved his eyes slowly, and said in a weak voice: "Brother, I feel dizzy right now... Do you see any sesame oil over there?"

Jin Shiba had a broken leg bone before, now he crawled over and rummaged through the ruins for a while, grabbed a small plate from the altar table, and said happily. "some."

Jin Wu said intermittently: "Light... the fire, and then give it to me."

As an assassin who has been through life and death all year round, Jin Shiba immediately understood what he meant.After lighting the fire, Jin Shiba said: "Young master, I offended you." Then he went to untie his clothes.

Sanniang took a sneak peek, but her face turned pale with horror.Except for the fleshy wound on his chest, the young man's body was mottled with criss-crossed scars. There were light-colored old wounds that gave birth to new flesh, and new wounds that protruded like ugly flesh insects. It seemed that he could not find it on his body. A good piece of skin.

When Jin Shiba saw it, he seemed to be used to it, and poured hot sesame oil on the wound. Jin Wu immediately grinned in pain, but still shook his head stubbornly: "A little more."

So Jin Shiba lit the wooden stick to burn his wound, and the hissing sound of scorching flesh was heard after a while.The blood barely stopped, but the black clothed Rakshasa already looked half dead, and he barely opened his eyes until Jin Shiba went to pat him on the face.

"Young master, I suggest you retire and return home after this fight." Jin Shiba said to him seriously.

Jin Wu closed his eyes, frowned, and said, "Everyone is going to die...how can you be in the mood to return to your old age?" He still had a bit of strength to talk to Jin Shiba, but Sanniang was terrified and afraid of him. The appearance of a better spirit is a flashback.

Jin Shiba said: "I made a slip of the tongue. We are homeless dogs. We really don't have any hometown to return." Seeing Jin Wu's eyelashes trembling, as if he was about to fall asleep, he hastened to say something more to tell this man. Refresh the boy. "Young master, do you still remember seeing Mrs. Hongzhu in Zuichun Garden?"

Jin Wu stared at Tianqiong in a daze for a while: "I don't remember." His eyes fluttered for a while, but he whispered softly and slowly as if remembering. "...an old woman."

"It's nonsense, I clearly remember that she is beautiful, her face is full of water, she looks like she is only 20 years old." Jin Shiba bandaged the wound for him, and straightened his clothes. "At that time, I was squatting on the edge of the eaves to peek, and she found out, and then she said something to me, which is still ringing in my ears."

"What?"

"She said: Assassins and prostitutes are the same. They are both engaged in skin and flesh business. It's just that one sells love and the other sells life."

Hearing this, Jin Wu's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a slight sneer, a little blush appeared on his pale face, but he quickly changed back to his expressionless expression because of the wound involved.

He stared at Zuo Sanniang's purse, and suddenly said softly. "what is that?"

San Niang hurriedly looked down.It turned out that she had rummaged through it just now, and all the poisonous weed leaves in the bag fell out and fell to the ground in a mess.She picked up those herbs and said: "They are all poisonous, yellow vine flower, vine vine..."

Jin Wu stared straight at the herb in her hand, but there seemed to be a faint light flickering in her gloomy eyes.He reached out tremblingly, took a round and flat fruit from her hand, and asked, "This is..."

Sanniang said in a daze: "Blood is bitter. This is different from ordinary bitter beans. After eating it, it can make people excited, but..."

As she was talking, Jin Wu had already put the fruit in his mouth and bit it, frowning while biting, "It's too bitter."

Sanniang: "...the poison is too strong, within an hour, the seven orifices will bleed to death."

Hearing this, Jin Shiba hurried to shake the black-clothed Rakshasa, and his usually calm and indifferent voice couldn't help making waves: "Young master, spit it out!"

Jin Wu blinked and said, "I've already swallowed it."

Zuo Sanniang never thought that she had vowed to do everything possible to poison Jin Wu earlier, and this wish was now realized in this way. For a while, she felt mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

The effect of Xuekushi is extremely fast, and it really teaches people like returning to the light.As soon as Jin Wu gritted his teeth, he stood up with the support of the red lacquer pillar, and picked up the Yanyue knife with the other hand.But seeing the silk cloth wrapped around his chest gradually turning red, Sanniang knew that his injury was still there, and at this moment he was only able to stand up through the bloody excitement.

"Where are you going?" Sanniang couldn't help asking worriedly seeing him pick up the Rakshasa mask and put it back on, walking outside with his feet swaying and staggering.

Jin Wu said. "Kill the precept monk."

He was still on the verge of dying, but now he has picked up the knife again.But seeing rainwater mixed with blood slipping down from the ferocious ghost's face, the eye sockets are glowing faintly, just like an evil ghost wading out of a river of blood.

"Young master, you are too seriously injured to go..." Jin Shiba persuaded.

The boy asked him back. "Then can you go?"

Jin Shiba quibbled: "The bones of my legs are broken now, if I can't stand up, I can kill that old man for a hundred rounds now."

"You can't go." Jin Wu said coldly, "Then who else can go? Who do you think can kill the broken monk?"

This statement is not egotistical.Jin Shibayi was speechless for a while, he couldn't stop Jin Wu, because it was a choice he had to make.The landlord and the protector are not there, and the only one who has the possibility of confronting Jianghu Tenth is the young man in front of him.It is not a blessing to be better than others in martial arts, because it means taking greater risks than ordinary people, and sometimes even risking your life.

Therefore, Rakshasa in black did not hesitate to drink the highly poisonous blood bitterness to fight against the monk who broke the precepts, because——only he can fight against it!

Sanniang has seen the ruthlessness hidden in this person today.

Seeing Jin Wu stumbling away, she suddenly frowned and shouted, "In less than an hour, you will...you will..." Flashed before her eyes were the bloody and wailing images of drug testers in the past. I can't bear to say any more.

The black-clothed Raksha paused, "That's right, I can only hold that old man for an hour for you."

He turned his head and shouted angrily, "So...Jin Shiba, Zuo Sanniang, you two better get lost to the ends of the earth within an hour!"

The clouds were thick and the rain was rushing.The treasure hall collapsed, and the scripture building stood tall in the rain, casting shadows on the ground.Fragmented corpses were lying on the stone steps, looking around, the monk's red and blue black robes were intertwined with the assassin's black military uniform, wrapped in bloody pieces of flesh.

Yan Xin, the monk who broke the precepts, stood in front of the main hall in the south. The monks of Panlong Mountain were still fighting with the assassins, and the Buddhist temple had turned into a sea of ​​blood.He was drenched in the torrential rain, holding a gold chain and a food knife, and lay several cold corpses in black at his feet—no one of the Houtianlou assassins could hurt him, and he would be killed by this strange monk within a short time .

Yan Xin looked calm, like a heartless stone statue.He was looking back at the ruined hall, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, there was a thunderbolt!A flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dim sky and the figure standing in front of the dilapidated hall.

Blood and rain were mixed on the stone steps, and someone stepped on the blood and walked down the steps slowly.His footsteps are heavy, and every step seems to use a lot of strength.

In the thunder light, the blue and black face of the Raksha ghost suddenly appeared, with protruding fangs and a ferocious spirit, which made people tremble with fear.

The person who came was Rakshasa in black.I saw that he was holding the Crescent Moon Saber with a golden flame pattern in his hand, and his black clothes were soaked by the rain, but his aura remained undiminished.The raindrops dripping down from the corner of his clothes were mixed with a light red color. His injury has not healed yet, but he has returned with a murderous look!

Seeing this person, the precept-breaking monk finally laughed and said, "You're here!"

This smile is a knowing smile, an expected smile, because Yanxin already knew that the few knives just now were not enough to take this person's life. He is the young landlord of Houtian Building.

The black-clothed Raksha came over with a knife in hand. Although his steps were a little staggering, his murderous aura remained undiminished.He said, "Yes, I'm here!"

"The saber didn't kill you just now." Yan Xin said calmly.

Rakshasa in black said. "I am an evil spirit, the jailer of hell. Heaven and earth do not want to keep me, so I return to this world."

His voice was a little trembling, although he was excited after persuading Xue Kushi, but he was seriously injured after all, so he still lacked confidence when speaking.

The wind and rain were miserable, and the two stood opposite each other.One is a broken precept monk who roams the rivers and lakes, and the other is a Raksha ghost who has committed all evil karma. There is going to be a fight between this person and the ghost.

Through the mask, Jin Wu's eyes were still bright."You just spent $46," he said.

He and Jin Shiba received 33 knives, and he used three knives to hurt his heart, and another ten knives when killing the assassin outside the temple.

Breaking the precepts, Monsen sneered, and took another food knife from the chain: "There are still 250 four knives! It's not a foolish bragging, but every knife can kill people, one knife is more important than one knife, you really want to take it Do you want to try this more than 200 knives?"

250 four knives, one life, one hour.

The boy's heart was pounding.He's been through many life-and-death moments, but never one as urgent as it is now.So Jin Wu let out a long breath, and pressed his hand heavily on the Rakshasa mask.

From now on, he is no longer Jin Wu, nor anyone else, but a ghost and a knife.

Rakshasa in black clenched his teeth and shouted with all his strength.

"...just what I want!"