One Pillow Huaxu

Zhang Qiling followed the traces and found the crack in the mountain.It was very dark inside and nothing could be seen.Without the slightest hesitation, he bent down and got in.

Zhang Qiling has experienced many darkness in his life, the longest one was deep underground.There are countless places in the world where no light can be seen, deep in the tomb, between opposites, behind people's hearts.There is nothing there, no color, no sound, even the heartbeat of people is stagnant in the darkness.

He should be used to it all, but he found it the hardest.

At that time, he quietly grasped the last point of contact, thinking in the dark, what kind of mood Wu Xie was in to do all this.

But whether it was then or later, Wu Xie didn't answer.He finished everything in silence, insisting on waiting that should not appear in Zhang Qiling's view.

At this moment, all the answers were cut open and placed in front of Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie was also waiting.Before he could detect it, he sent out countless distress calls.

Zhang Qiling smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and closed his eyes.He found Wu Xie's face in the dark, and wiped off the blood with light movements.

At this moment, he heard Wu Xie's breathing paused for a while.After a few seconds of silence, Wu Xie suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his hand extremely hard.

At this time, half of Wu Xie's face was covered with warm blood, which covered the already solidified blood layer by layer, and flowed into Zhang Qiling's fingers.Panting for breath, Zhang Qiling felt that his facial muscles were trembling.

Mixed with the sticky blood, he firmly grasped Zhang Qiling's right hand that was placed on his face.

Zhang Qiling found that he was groping for his fingers, paused for a few seconds, and then relieved a little bit of strength.

In the darkness, Wu Xie's lips rubbed between Zhang Qiling's fingers a few times.He didn't make a sound, but Zhang Qiling recognized two words.

illusion.

Zhang Qiling's movements stopped for a moment.

These two silent words swayed directly in the darkness, penetrating through the complex signals intertwined like a web.

At the same time as he recognized the word, Zhang Qiling noticed that he concentrated his remaining strength on the other hand, which was holding a knife all the time.

Wu Xie began to take back all his emotions and signals, and wrote a word on Zhang Qiling's hand with shaking hands: Wan.

This is an incision, that is, slang on the road, asking for a name.

Zhang Qiling knew that he didn't care about his name, but his identity.His throat rolled a few times, and onomatopoeia made an ordinary male voice, and said quickly:

"Hezi, somersault Wan, the man of the fat boss."

At the same time, Zhang Qiling touched the backpack. With a bang, a wind lantern lit up in the darkness.

When the light came on, his hand moved up a little, covering Wu Xie's eyes.In the dim light, he saw that the other party was sitting against the wall in his own blood, clutching his neck and struggling to breathe. The blood soaked the large lama clothes he was wearing into a deeper color.

Wu Xie pretended to be a monk, his facial features and face shape were more fully revealed, but it also made him look pale and thin.

A few seconds later, Zhang Qiling moved away the hand that was shielding him from the light, and met the other person's eyes.Wu Xie silently raised his eyes to meet Zhang Qiling's, with a very calm expression and sunken eye sockets, matching the current scene, like an abnormal patient.

He moved his hands away, exposing his neck, and made a cooperative gesture.

The wound was very ferocious. It was pulled horizontally from Wu Xie's neck, and the flesh was turned outward, and the texture of the muscle incision could be clearly seen.His emergency self-rescue measures have basically stopped the bleeding, and only a small amount of blood continues to overflow.

Zhang Qiling remained silent, just glanced at Wu Xie before lowering his head, quickly opened the backpack, and took out the medicines and sutures that he had prepared earlier.He pushed aside the scattered medicine bottles in Wu Xie's hand, and saw the words "adrenaline" on the label as soon as he glanced over, and he immediately guessed the composition of the other bottle of liquid.

It is snake venom.

Zhang Qiling frowned, he took another look at the blood on Wu Xie's face, suppressed the surging emotions, and concentrated on treating the wound.

This wound is actually not as serious as it seems on the surface.The position of the striker's knife was extremely ingenious. While creating the illusion of a one-shot death, he barely avoided the aorta. Otherwise, Wu Xie would never have survived until now.

Excessive blood loss will lead to insufficient oxygen supply. Staying awake at this time is conducive to regulating the activities of corresponding organs and providing sufficient oxygen and nutrients for the brain.Once unconscious, the brain's ability to control is weakened, which is likely to lead to hemorrhagic shock and even death.

Wu Xie knew this very well, so even though his consciousness had begun to slacken and his panting sound became lower and lower, he still turned his eyes slowly, trying to focus his gaze on the face of the person in front of him.

He was looking at the face, trying to keep himself awake.

Zhang Qiling kept moving, calmly and quickly doing corresponding processing.He knew that he should keep Wu Xie awake, so he kept having one-sided conversations during the process, no matter whether the content was meaningful or meaningless.

"do not sleep."

"The eyes follow me."

"Hold on."

Wu Xie followed these words very slowly, making some reactions with his eyes.Zhang Qiling's voice paused when the blood surged up into his nasal cavity again, and his breath was forced back into his throat by the blood.

Wu Xie coughed out a mouthful of blood, looking very tired, and his eyelids began to droop.

Zhang Qiling fell into a brief silence. He took a breath, stared at Wu Xie, and continued:

"You'll be fine."

When he said this, he eased his tone and lowered his voice very softly.

Hearing this, Wu Xie seemed to be slightly taken aback.He raised his eyelids with difficulty, and looked at the person in front of him firmly.

His eyes were clear for a moment.

However, this look appeared for a very short time, and Wu Xie's consciousness soon began to slacken again, but he still desperately opened his eyes to look at Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the neck of the person in front of him to confirm something, and he seemed to have something to say.But in the end, the hand still hangs down, and the blood loss makes him lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

Zhang Qiling quickly supported him, touched the other's forehead, paused for a second, and continued to do the rest.

When everything was settled properly, he carried Wu Xie out of the pool of blood very carefully.The other party was astonishingly thin, and the large lama suit was put on it, covering his original figure. When he hugged him, he found that there was nothing under the cloth.

He glanced at Wu Xie, and relaxed his movements again.Wu Xie's fingers were full of coagulated blood, snow and mud, and even some reddish weeds were clutched in his palms.He patiently helped Wu Xie wash his hands and wiped the blood off his face before putting him in the sleeping bag.

The surroundings fell into silence, Zhang Qiling put his hand on Wu Xie's wrist, silently counting Wu Xie's pulse in his heart, and confirmed the other party's condition.The equipment is very complete, and he has dealt with it as much as possible, but the current environment is very complicated, and various emergencies may arise in the future, so he still needs to be cautious.

He was thinking, while unconsciously stroking Wu Xie's wrist with his fingers.This is a habit he developed in Yucun, or a small trick.It stands to reason that he shouldn't have such redundant behaviors, but when he is with Wu Xie, these small actions will appear unconsciously.

There are several scars on the wrist, Zhang Qiling is very familiar with these marks, but compared with what he first saw in front of the bronze door ten years later, these marks are newer.

Zhang Qiling looked around. Apart from the equipment he brought, there were also some scattered supplies piled up in this crack.Wu Xie didn't come here by accident, it was part of the plan.From his throat being cut to falling off a cliff, he made a series of unknown arrangements. He wanted to create the illusion of his own death.On the basis of this illusion, he needs to survive.

Zhang Qiling was unable to know the specific steps of this plan and whether there were other variables.If I hadn't arrived, what would the current situation be like.If there is no backer, can Wu Xie survive alone.

Or turn into a corpse in this dark cave.

Zhang Qiling frowned, Wu Xie described this plan to him very little.Wu Xie didn't want to reveal too much about this period, so Zhang Qiling wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.

He looked back at Wu Xie, the other's breathing was inaudible, but it was still steady.Zhang Qiling knew that Wu Xie was an extremely tenacious person, and now that he had reached a very critical stage, he would definitely get through it.

Ten years later, the first time he saw Wu Xie in front of the bronze gate, Zhang Qiling understood that his situation at that time was a continuation of the present.This man has fashioned an airtight shell around himself, turning himself into a persistent attacker.Ten years later, Zhang Qiling changed everything.

But now Wu Xie still needs this shell to wrap him tightly, and he will not allow himself to fall off.It is this kind of stubbornness that makes everything that Wu Xie needs to face extremely difficult.

When he was in Yucun, someone asked Zhang Qiling what Wu Xie looked like to him.

He said: cactus.The armor is outside, the essence is inside.

When Wu Xie heard it at that time, he showed an angry and funny expression, but when Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to him, he would not hesitate to put away all the edge and come straight to Zhang Qiling.

Today's Wu Xie is still like a cactus, but he covers the surface of his body with more ostentatious thorns. He stabs the tip of the broken bone out of his body and faces the outside world.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie again, who closed his eyes tightly, showing a trace of unsteadiness.He raised his hand to touch the other's face, and rubbed his eye sockets with his fingertips.

The person who asked this question at that time also asked him if the cactus would not pierce the hand.

Zhang Qiling's answer was: I don't care.

Now his answer is still the same, even if the spikes today will pierce the skin sharper, he will make the same choice.

Because this has always been the person he knows best.