Chapter 315 Hua Tuo is alive

He braked an emergency and then he barely stood firm. He looked at the guy who blocked the window and seemed to be a little sleepy in his nightgown.

"Swoosh swosh swosh swosh!" The black shadow knew that he was no match for the four of them, so he took out the gun in his hand and pointed it at Yin Hui's forehead and shot it, and his body had no intention of stopping moving forward.

"God my god. Why are you killing someone with a gun and dagger?" Yin Hui realized his danger, turned around and barely avoided the attack of the black shadow.

After thinking about it, I almost understood that this person definitely didn't want to be discovered by Yin Hui's people. Being responsible for escaping was also a very difficult task for him.

However, the exit of the window was also exposed by Yin Hui, and the black shadow accelerated and moved quickly.

But just as my body poked out of the window, a crisp bang came from the window, and dark smoke slowly rose from the black shadow's forehead and slowly floated into the room.

The red and white plasma was dazzling and bright under the reflection of the moonlight. Not only did the scene not make Yin Hui feel terrifying, but it had a very beautiful illusion.

"Who fired the gun?" Conan Doyle left the bedside, holding a short and concise black pistol in his hand.

That was the magic gun he carried with him.

"Pull him in." A woman's voice, like a sound of nature, came into everyone's ears, as charming as the sound of nature.

Yin Hui could hear that the sound was actually the sound of thorns.

Why did she come?

With this doubt, he stepped forward and pulled the man away from the window.

With a whoosh, he exploded in like a flash of lightning and stood steadily in front of Yin Hui.

"Why are you here?" Yin Hui asked as he looked at the uninvited guest.

"What? Can't I come?" the woman frowned and looked at the masked man lying on the ground.

"If you can come, you can come, of course you can come." Yin Hui said with a smile.

He wanted to go forward and lift the masked cloth of the man in black, and to see what kind of face he was buried under the black masked cloth.

When the black cloth was removed from the man in black, everyone's eyes widened, and they looked at the man in black lying on the ground incredibly.

They all know this person, and it is the dormitory manager they just met during the day.

"I didn't expect it was him?" Jing Thi frowned and looked at the man in black lying on the ground, thinking about something.

"What?" Yin Hui looked at the Thorns.

She suddenly remembered something and said to Yin Hui: "Send the body to the hospital morgue!"

Yin Hui nodded, looked at the scalpel standing behind him and said, "Let's go, let's carry him over."

The scalpel muttered his mouth and said reluctantly: "It's late at night, you asked me to help you transport this corpse... I've never seen such a biased boss."

"Stop nonsense, just let you get it away, there's not so much nonsense." Yin Hui cursed, then lifted the feet of the corpse.

After the two men moved the bodies away, the thorns jumped out of the window.

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Huang Yanyan pouted and said nothing, but just got into the quilt and continued to sleep.

Conan Doyle was originally going to change places. Although she dealt with the corpse all day long, she was still a little uncomfortable with letting him sleep in the blood.

But seeing that Huang Yanyan had no intention of transferring her position, he didn't have to say much, so he could only get into the bed, abandon all distracting thoughts, and start to fall asleep.

But I couldn't sleep in the second half of the night.

Her heart was still beating wildly because she was thinking about what might have happened when she was sleeping just now.

Perhaps the man in black had already put the knife across his neck in his sleep. When he was about to cut it, he was stopped by a scalpel.

If...a second later, they are afraid they will be dead and continue to live.

She was not going to continue thinking about it because now, his forehead was already filled with beans of sweat.

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In a remote village in Yunnan, an old building that has been abandoned for decades.

Although this is a village, there is not even a single person in the village. There are only dilapidated and abandoned old buildings, the houses are falling down, and the collapse is not many of them.

In some places, the ground even cracks were cracked, which looked like it was water shortage all year round.

However, only a dilapidated old bamboo building collapsed and still stood firmly there, without falling wind and rain!

A middle-aged man was wearing a yellow robe, a yellow hat on his head, and a long flag in his hand. The red flag was covered with golden words: Medicine will cure the disease, Hua Tuo is alive!

The font is bright and very bright.

You can tell at a glance that this is a wandering doctor who sells dog skin plaster.

You don't think there is anything wrong with a wandering man ### like this now.

However, if you know that this mountain village is empty, you will feel that there is something wrong with this wandering doctor.

It’s either that there is a brain problem, it’s a nerve problem.

In fact, both of these things you said are wrong, because the doctor has no problem with his brain and spirit, but his character is not bad.

He looked left and right, and moved forward slowly like a thief.

Only when he confirmed that no one was paying attention to him would he take a step forward gently.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I walked to the old old bamboo building carefully.

He knocked on the bamboo door gently, and the sound of slap came.

Two long and one short, just like the sound of a spy knocking on the door in a blockbuster American movie.

No one responded.

He knocked on the bamboo door again, both long and short.

"Who?" A vague voice came from inside, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in my throat.

"It's me!" said the wandering doctor.

"Oh, come in." The voice was still extremely rude, just like the voice of an elderly person who was drooling in the evening.

Squeaky.

He pushed open the bamboo door and walked in.

A moldy smell penetrated his nostrils, which was disgusting. However, he tried his best to suppress his inner turmoil and did not vomit.

The decorations in the room are very simple, including a bamboo bed, a bamboo chair, and some simple tools for cooking.

On the bamboo chair, an old man was holding a purple clay teapot and his eyes were slightly closed.

At this moment, he saw this man dressed in a doctor's face, and his closed eyes finally opened a small gap, looking at the person in front of him.

"Lord, I have information." The wandering doctor said very concisely and his body was slightly arched, so that he could show his respect for the old man in front of him.

It was just the words he kept saying, which made her a little confused.

Lord? What is Lord? It is Jesus, Jesus Christ, the ruler of this world, the enemy of all wicked people, the angels, and everything in this world...

Could it be... the dirty guy in front of him who can even be described as a person buried halfway into the loess is our Jesus Christ?

No, no, no, you are too insulting our Jesus.

"What information?" The Lord's face finally had a hint of color and a curious expression.

"A person from the Gu Sect successfully entered the National Security Bureau and seemed to have won their trust." The wandering doctor said proudly.

"Oh? Who is it?"

"It's Huang Yanyan!"

"Huang Yanyan?" The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched slightly: "Who is Huang Yanyan?"

"Huang Yanyan is Huang Xianxian's sister."

"Huang Xianxian" Hearing these three words, the old skeleton slapped the table and a crisp sound: "Huang Xianxian's real sister, is this person reliable?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable." The old skeleton man was so angry that he was immediately frightened to death, and he stood there motionlessly, not daring to say a word.

"Reliable!" The old man cursed again: "Last time when Huang Xianxian was young, you also said he was reliable, but in the end he was still rebellious?"

The old skeleton man was so angry that the wandering doctor was so scared that his face turned pale: "This time... I will use my life to guarantee... Huang Yanyan... is absolutely trustworthy."

Seeing the doctor using his life to guarantee Huang Yanyan, the old man nodded with relief, then sat on the bamboo chair and said, "I will believe you again. Report it to me immediately when there is any information. You can leave first!"

The doctor nodded, grabbed his signature and left the bamboo building in shame.

After the doctor left, the old skeleton smiled faintly. The smile was very profound and no one could understand what was hidden in the smile.

I'm afraid only he can understand the deep meaning of his smile.

Bang!

Clang clang.

The table that was hit by the old skeleton man just now was actually scattered, and a thick layer of dust piled up on it also flew up, making him cough for a long time.

"Damn it, damn!" When he left the bamboo building, he cursed fiercely: "Huang Xianxian? Humph, it's all you, which greatly reduced my prestige in front of the Lord. I will one day bring you back from the Hall of Yama and punish you!"

The wandering doctor punched the stone beside him, and the stone exploded with a bang. The broken stones splashed into the air. When they hit other mountain walls, they could even make a deep pit.

It can be seen how powerful it is.

"I have to be more cautious this time." A smile hung on the corner of the doctor's mouth, full of contemptuous sarcasm.

"I have to contact Huang Yanyan so that the little girl will not do anything for me in secret." The doctor suddenly remembered the fact that he used his life to guarantee Huang Yanyan in front of the old skeleton man, and became a little worried.

The thing he didn't worry about in his life was himself. If Huang Yanyan was like her sister this time, her life would really not be saved.

He opened the wine gourd he carried with him and poured out a black thing from it with the gourd.
To be continued...