Li Qinghuan

Chapter 42

Ji Qing raised his foot and kicked the person in the front, and the people behind were knocked to the ground before they could stop. Those people got up from the ground, pulled out their knives and rushed up again.

Ji Qing was relentless, and neatly turned behind one person and inserted the knife into the side of his neck, quickly pulled out the knife and cut the other person's throat, the gushing blood soaked the rag on his body Before Song Li had time to see clearly how Ji Qing made his move, those people had all fallen to the ground.

In the end, only the person who had slapped Song Li was left. Ji Qing tore off the rag from his body and threw it on the ground. He picked up a long knife from the ground and removed the person's right hand.

The man was in so much pain that he collapsed to the ground.

Ji Qing didn't even bother to give it to him, took out a token from his pocket, and handed it to the frightened man next to him: "Can you ride a horse?"

The man was stunned for a long time, then took it tremblingly: "...yes...yes, just...but..."

Ji Qing didn't listen to him: "It's fine, take your wife and leave Canglan County. There are two horses at the foot of the mountain. You ride the horses to the Yuncheng Prefecture Yamen as soon as possible, and take this token to find Chen Zheng, the general town. , asked him to send troops over, thank you, this matter is of great importance, and I will thank you two."

The man took off his outer robe and put it on his wife, thanked Ji Qing and Song Li, and left with his wife.

Ji Qing bent down, grabbed the back collar of the man on the ground and took off his mask. A long scar was carved on his face, which was scary enough even without a tattoo.

Ji Qing said indifferently: "You hit him with your right hand just now, so I removed your right hand and spared your life first. Listen, I asked you a question, and you answered it truthfully."

Scarface remained silent, staring at Ji Qing viciously.

Ji Qing smiled, straightened up, his blood-stained hands, pale face, and full of hostility made him look like a hungry ghost who escaped from hell, and his amber eyes were full of cruelty: "Don't tell me!" right?"

Scarface spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "If you say it, you will not escape death. Isn't it the same whether you say it or not?"

Ji Qing's eyes were red, and there were still dried blood stains on his cheeks. He smiled as if he was coming to kill a ghost: "Of course it's different. If you say it, I can make you die faster. Are you sure you don't want to say it?"

Scarface also laughed: "I have become like this, how else can you torture me?"

Ji Qing smiled: "A Li, turn around."

Song Li didn't know why, but he turned around as he said.

As soon as he stood still, he heard a wail behind him, Song Li turned his head suddenly, Ji Qing squatted, one hand pressed his chin, and the other hand held a short knife tightly and inserted it into his left eye, forcefully stabbing him Eyeballs popped out.

"Speak or not?"

"I said! I said! These are all made by the county magistrate."

Ji Qing tore another piece of cloth from his body, and wiped the knife slowly: "Be more specific."

Scar's face was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat, and his tongue was trembling: "Master...the county magistrate, he...he got a medicine...prescription for immortality, and it takes a thousand healthy...people...hearts to make a pill Take the medicine... just... you can live forever, and the county magistrate... took this opportunity to attack these victims."

Ji Qing didn't react much after hearing this, and was very indifferent.

Song Li was furious and cursed: "It's ridiculous! What about others?"

Scarface: "No... I don't know."

Song Li: "I don't know?"

Scarface: "I really don't know."

Ji Qing: "Then where did you send the hearts you dug out?"

Scarface: "At the county grandpa's mansion."

Ji Qing: "How many people have you killed?"

Scarface: "950 six."

Ji Qing: "I remember quite clearly, you bastard."

After Ji Qing cursed this sentence, he raised the knife and dropped it, and Scarface died.

Ji Qing stood up stiffly, without the cold blood just now, but looked a little pitiful, he turned around dumbly: "A Li...I..."

Song Li smiled brightly: "They deserve it, you don't have to take it to heart, although I'm a little shocked..."

Ji Qing exhaled and relaxed a lot: "Thank you, Ah Li."

Song Li didn't know how to sort out his thoughts, so he simply ignored them: "Let's go, let's go to the county magistrate's mansion to have a look."

Ji Qing nodded with relief: "Okay."

Song Li took the lead and said as he walked, "We've been walking for four days, and we don't know what's going on outside."

Ji Qing: "There will never be something like Canglan County."

Song Li nodded and stepped out the door.

The gate was already full of people, it looked like there should be dozens of people, all wearing masks.

Song Li shook his head and smiled, and said to Ji Qing, "I forgot to dispose of the corpse two days ago."

Ji Qing nodded: "I was careless."

Song Li: "It's really fast, but I don't know if the couple have escaped, it's been more than an hour, if they escape, they have almost arrived in Yuncheng, right?"

Ji Qing: "I don't know either, just let fate."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people rushed up with knives. In a hurry, Ji Qing stretched out his hand and pulled Song Li to his side: "Protect yourself."

Song Li nodded. At this point, the short knife that had been held in his hand for many days finally had a chance to get out of its sheath.

Song Li had never killed anyone before, but at this time, if he did not act decisively, he would become someone else's soul.

Song Li took a deep breath, sideways dodged a knife from a man, cut the man's throat accurately, and snatched his knife by the way. This short knife was too light for Song Li to handle.

Song Li took a few steps back to Ji Qing's side, and took a knife to block a person next to Ji Qing who was attacking him: "Like a fly, I'm so annoying."

"A Li! Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Li suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the knife fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Li was stunned, and touched his back with his backhand, it was wet, and his hands were bright red.

Ji Qing used a short knife to finish off the person who attacked Song Li, and rushed forward to catch him from the front. Ji Qing's trembling voice rang in his ears: "A Li...A Li...Are you okay? I'll take you away...I'm here I will take you away."

Song Li felt in a daze that Ji Qing was carrying him on his back...

After that, Song Li lost consciousness in an extremely hopeless manner.

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"Your Highness, you are awake! Your Highness is awake! Go and tell the beautiful brother that Your Highness is awake!"

Song Li opened his eyes with difficulty, and his goal was the wooden frame at the head of the bed and... the eyes of Bao Zixiong in front of the wooden frame. Because he was injured on his back, he was still lying on his stomach. He touched the wound with his backhand, and it was bandaged. OK, it should be fine.

"I... where is this?"

"Report Your Highness, you are in Canglan County."

"I'm still in Canglan County?"

"Yes, Your Highness, you are seriously injured and can't move casually. The beautiful brother left you here."

"What about him? What about Canglan County? Has the matter been settled?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, the beautiful brother will be here soon, and the affairs of Canglan County have been taken care of by the beautiful brother. You don't know, a few days ago, the beautiful brother took the county magistrate's body before he recovered from his injuries. The house was confiscated, and a lot of corpses were found, and they all stink, hey, it’s frightening to death.”

Baozi described it to Song Li in a childish voice, and gestured while talking.

Song Li heard the words, worried: "Is he injured?"

Baozi moved closer: "Your Highness, my handsome brother won't let me tell you that he was injured, but he was seriously injured. There were wounds all over his body. New wounds covered old wounds. I was almost scared when I saw it." died."

Song Li said worriedly: "Then is he better?"

Baozi: "I don't know, Your Highness, it should be better today, my pretty brother has been here to watch over you after finishing the matter, and also here at night to watch over you, neither sleeping nor eating, and being caught in the morning Mr. Gao forcibly dragged him back to rest."

Song Li: "Master Gao? Gao Yangsu? Is he here?"

Baozi was innocent and innocent: "That's right."

Song Li nodded: "Okay."

Baozi chattered endlessly: "Not only he is here, but the beautiful brother's master, younger brother, and Luo Yan are all here, yes, and I am also here."

Song Li: "...I know you're here, but what are you doing here?"

Baozi: "Send money to Your Highness."

Song Li: "What money?"

Ji Qing's voice sounded behind him: "The money for disaster relief, Baozi, you should go and play with Luoyan first."

Baozi stood up: "Okay, pretty brother."

Seeing Ji Qing come in, Baozi consciously left the room.

Song Li struggled a few times when he heard the movement, and wanted to get up, but this movement pulled the wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

Ji Qing quickly stepped forward to support him: "Don't move around, it will be troublesome if the wound opens."

Song Li said aggrievedly, "I want to sit down."

Ji Qing looked at his aggrieved appearance, sighed helplessly, helped him turn over, and sat up.

Song Li breathed out: "Oh, it hurts me so much, by the way, Heming, how many days have I been lying down?"

Ji Qing: "It's been more than three days."

Song Li was taken aback: "That's why I'm not dead yet?"

Ji Qing smiled: "What do you think?"

Song Li: "The wound still hurts, so it should be alive."

Ji Qing: "Don't keep talking about whether you're dead or not, it's unlucky."

Song Li didn't take it seriously: "I can't see that you are still taboo about this? Just talk about it, it's okay."

Ji Qing: "Don't say such nonsense, be obedient."

Song Li nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore. By the way, Heming, how did you escape with me that day?"

Ji Qing: "The couple escaped, and Chen Zheng brought people here."

Ji Qing did not lie, but he did not finish.

That group of people was like flies, killing one wave after another, Ji Qing carried Song Li on his back, flustered, wounded by the enemy on his stomach and back, he held his breath and waited until Chen Zhenglai.

Song Li tentatively asked, "Are you not injured?"

Ji Qing shook his head: "No."

No fart, his face was as pale as a dead person, even if Baozi didn't say anything, he didn't look like he was uninjured.

Song Li raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Ji Qing hesitated for a moment: "No."

Song Li nodded, it seemed that he would not admit it.

Song Li held his forehead, tilted his body, and leaned into Ji Qing's arms.

Ji Qing: "What's the matter, Ah Li? I'm not feeling well, just lie down."

Song Li stole a glance at him, sat upright and leaned into his arms, and quickly moved, tearing off Ji Qing's clothes, and the exposed half of his body was tightly bound by gauze.

"It's not hurt yet?"

Ji Qing raised his eyebrows: "You lied to me."

Song Li put away his complacent look, and said guiltily, "Heming, I'm sorry, I've dragged you down."

Ji Qing sighed: "It's nothing serious, I was just afraid that you would say this, that's why I didn't let Baozi tell you, that little fat boy can't control his mouth."

Song Li: "If he doesn't tell me, are you planning to keep it from me?"

Ji Qing: "Yes."

Song Li: "You're quite honest."

Ji Qing: "Okay, okay, aren't we all fine? That's enough."

Song Li: "Fortunately, the two of us survived a catastrophe, and there must be blessings in the future."