This killer is too stable

"Wang Xiaoer! A basin of hot water and a basin of clean water, hurry up!"

"Is there any cloth tape left? Bring it here!"

"Where's Huo Zhi San!? Didn't you take it to see last time?"

Life is in your hands.

Zhang San has studied medicine for many years, but every time he uses it, every time it is for himself, except for that night, although this is the second time he has saved someone, it is the first time he has healed such a serious injury, he is anxious like a hot pot ants on.

This night, I don't know how long it has passed.

In the secret room, Zhang San took out the arrow and finished the final bandage on Xiu Wangchou's chest.

Wang Xiaoer was not there, because Master said he needed more clean water, so he went outside to fetch water.

Xiu Wangchou lay quietly on the temporary 'bed' made of tables in the secret room, still unconscious.

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In the middle of the night, it was raining lightly outside.

In the secret room, Zhang San's hands were covered with blood, and he sat down slowly along the wall of the secret room.

Wang Xiaoer struggled to carry a bucket of clear water, and walked down the stairs to the secret room.

"Master..." Wang Xiaoer stared at the tired master sitting on the ground, startled for a moment.

Zhang San looked at Wang Xiaoer, and Wang Xiaoer looked at Zhang San.

Wang Xiaoer finally looked at Xiu Wangchou, and asked cautiously, "Master, the hero..."

"Hopeless."

Zhang San's cold words fell, seemingly without any emotion.

Wang Xiaoer's eye sockets suddenly became moist.

A bucket of clear water was spilled on the ground, and it was difficult to collect the water.

Wang Xiaoer sat down, Zhang San quietly stared at Xiu Wangchou on the table.

What else could it be?

Everything that should be done has been done, and there is no shortage of medicine that should be used.

But what else?

Jianghu is like that.

Zhang San appears to be stronger than Wang Xiaoer, but also much colder, perhaps because he has seen countless lives and deaths in the past 20 years, and he has already cultivated a heart of stone.

Zhang San took out a stick of incense from the box and lit it in a corner. The strange thing was that the moment the incense was lit, a strange fragrance immediately spread throughout the secret room.

Zhang San went to Xiu Wangchou again, and took out a blood-red elixir.

"Master..." Wang Xiaoer, still in tears, asked Zhang San what he wanted to do.

Zhang San held the elixir and said, "Spiritual incense plus this elixir, together with my previous treatment and his internal strength, can also return to the light, and it should allow him to live for another incense stick. There is no... last words."

He helped Xiu Wangchou to sit up from the table, and after feeding him the elixir, Zhang San helped Xiu Wangchou lean against the wall, and let him half lie on the table.

Then Zhang San returned to his original position, sat on the wet ground, and waited quietly for Xiu Wangchou to wake up.

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Eyelids are heavy.

But subconsciously, I still want to open my eyes and see what kind of scene is in front of me.

It turned out to be a scholar in ragged clothes and a little boy in black.

It turned out to be them...

Zhang San noticed that Xiu Wangchou woke up, and said bluntly, "You still have a little time to burn incense."

Xiu Wangchou felt the severe pain in his body, and quickly understood, but he was very calm, and replied Zhang San very calmly, "Thank you."

"..."

"The man in white who saved me is you, right?"

"it's me."

"I didn't expect your lightness kung fu to be so high, and your martial arts skills must not be bad, and you have such medical skills."

Looking at Xiu Wangchou, whose chest was covered with bandages, Zhang San said in shame, "You... you're amazing."

Xiu Wangchou said calmly, "That knife has broken my heart. Brother Zhang, don't blame yourself. Even if the ghost doctor came, I would definitely die today. It's just a pity, the past 20 years.... , after all, it’s me, incompetent.”

Zhang San was silent for a while, and Huo Wangchou stopped talking.

After all, the two have known each other for a short time, so where did so many words come from?

Depressed time, people feel as if a long time has passed.

Xiu Wangchou said, "By the way, is that grass knot still there?"

Zhang San froze for a moment, then took it out of his sleeve, and said, "Here."

"It's a pity, I can't repay your kindness, brother, just throw away this grass knot."

Zhang San looked at the person who was not far from death, and couldn't bear to cheat any more.

Zhang San said, "If you don't throw it away, how can you throw it away?"

"Why?" Xiu Wangchou was puzzled.

"This... is also something from my hometown."

At this moment, Xiu Wangchou opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it.

Zhang San lowered his head slowly, and said softly, "Sifang Village, in the north corner of the village, there is a family named Lin. The grass knots made by their family are the best in the surrounding villages. Newborn children, us poor The family has no money to buy a long-lived lock, so the parents went to the Lin family and asked Uncle Lin to make a straw knot... Is it?"

Tears fell down.

Xiu Wangchou looked calm, but tears kept streaming from his eyes.

Xiu Wangchou said tremblingly, "That year... how old were you?"

"Eight years old." Zhang San replied.

Hugh forgets the grudge and raises his head, then weeps softly...

Zhang San lowered his head, unable to see his appearance.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Xiaoer's tears, which had finally stopped, gradually rolled in his eyes again.

Time passed bit by bit.

Xiu Wangchou came back to his senses and looked at Zhang San.

Zhang San kept his head down.

Xiu Wangchou said, "Actually, I'm not a hero."

Zhang San and Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but look up when they heard this.

you are not?

Who is?

"I'm not even a Xiaoxia, I'm just a...coward." Xiu Wangchou added.

Wang Xiaoer seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Xiu Wangchou's next words.

Xiu Wangchou continued, "That year, when I was 12 years old, I saw that child hiding in the haystack. In order to escape, I took off my shoes and put them in front of the haystack..."

Talking about that part of the past.

Speaking of the nightmare of the past 20 years.

For this, Xiu Wangchou mustered all his courage.

In fact, when Xiu Wangchou escaped from the village back then, he looked back, and what he saw was that the hunter was really deceived by a shoe, went to the haystack, and forced the child out.

After that, Xiu Wangchou didn't know anymore, he only knew what he had done and how despicable he was.

So in the past 20 years, I have never had a day of free time and enjoyment of practicing martial arts without forgetting my hatred and forgetting to sleep and eat.

Even if he has practiced martial arts to the upper level, he has always been a ranger who may not even be able to afford twenty coins.

Boots, clothes, I don't know how many times they have been washed and mended.

Xiu Wangchou couldn't even remember the last time he slept in bed.

He only knows that as long as others are in trouble, no matter who the opponent is, he must draw his sword.

He knew that only in this way could he find a moment of peace in his heart.

Correct.

To be a ranger is just for the peace of mind, not for the common people in the world, or for the sake of eliminating violence and peace.

He just wanted to make amends, that's all.

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