Wei zhanmei sat on his horse with his left hand raised. This time, he issued a heavy spring rain long nail, and the broken stones and tiles fell in response.

Then he made a mistake with his hands, separated the clasped white chopping knives, held the knife in his left hand, went straight into the palace, and fiercely inserted it into the heart of the woman in the front.

This is to fight with life. If both sides don't stop, the woman's double knives can certainly pierce his chest, flank and shoulder socket, but he is tall and has long arms. The white chopping knife of his left hand can pierce his chest first.

Not to mention, Wei zhanmei's right hand is not idle. If he doesn't move, he doesn't care about the chain hammer hitting the front and rear. His right hand trembles, and the white chopping handle of his right hand is connected with an iron chain. It's a chain knife!

The chain knife flew up like a white line and disappeared into the opponent's throat. The old melon farmer changed color in shock. He held the blade and fell to the ground with two sounds.

However, Wei zhanmei still miscalculated.

He thought that both the left and right sides and the front made a response, but the thin man rolled behind him while sending out tile and stone concealed weapons.

When he concentrated on facing the front and killed the old man on the right, the thin man grew up and stabbed his left thigh and right shoulder up and down with a dagger in one hand.

Fortunately, the thin man was frightened by the death of the old melon farmer and thought that Wei zhanmei was aware of it. He didn't choose the heart. Anyway, he knew that his dagger was poisonous and the woman in front had other miracles. As long as he hurt Wei zhanmei, he didn't worry that the boy would live until dawn.

Wei zhanmei had a pain in his thighs and shoulders, then he was numb and shouted bad!

The thin man swayed back immediately after being stabbed without dragging his feet.

But Wei zhanmei's reaction was faster than his action. He turned his right arm back and wrapped the chain on the handle around the neck of the thin man behind him. With a strong force, the man spit out his tongue and died.

But in this way, the strength of his left hand inevitably weakened. The fat woman in the front hit with two knives, and his left hand fell to the ground with a single knife.

Wei zhanmei didn't mess up in the face of danger. After the fat woman knocked down his knife, there was a moment of pause. Wei zhanmei's empty left hand pointed like a knife, a hand knife, crossed each other's hands and pointed to his throat.

The fat woman couldn't return to defense. Seeing that the counterattack was about to succeed, she suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were black, bright, illusory and deep. It seemed that there was an extremely familiar figure standing.

When Wei zhanmei saw the image, he was inexplicably surprised and then dizzy.

No, Dementor!

He fainted and died. Although Wei zhanmei's spirit was strong and he woke up again in less than half an breath, his hand knife stagnated, and the fat woman's double short blades were handed close to him. His throat skin had felt the cold coolness on the tip of the knife.

finished!

As soon as he had this idea, Wei zhanmei saw the fat woman. His face was confused and struggling. Shuangren didn't go on and pierced his throat.

There is no time to lose. At the time of life and death, Wei zhanmei has no time to explore the reasons. His arms and elbows gather again, and his hand knife cuts straight to the woman's throat. He should treat her in his own way.

The tip of the middle finger has touched the other party's soft throat, but Wei zhanmei suddenly flashed a figure standing in the depths of the woman's eyes. Somehow, there seems to be a voice in his heart to stop him from hurting the other party.

By devious means, Wei zhanmei changed to clap, put his palm on the side of the fat woman's neck and stunned the other party.

When the crisis was over, Wei zhanmei was wet and weak. The two wounds were painful and itchy. He sat down slowly. He must first control the spread of the injury and poison.

The virulence of the knife wound doesn't seem to be very powerful. After sealing the pulse to stop bleeding and taking antidotes, Wei zhanmei didn't feel much affected in her actions.

The fight just now didn't last long and didn't make much noise. Even if the people around heard it, they didn't dare to check it out during martial law. The alley was very deep and didn't disturb the officers and soldiers.

Wei zhanmei rested for a while, stood up and thought about it. The fat woman didn't know why to be merciful just now, and she didn't lay a heavy hand for no reason. He was cautious. If he didn't understand something strange, he would always be uneasy.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to take the woman home first. After the knife wound and residual poison are handled tomorrow, and the identity and attempt of the other party are interrogated clearly, he will see whether to go to Nanzhen Fu Si or deal with it separately.

He ordered the woman's acupoints, let her sleep temporarily, and searched her body. There was no valuable clue. Wei zhanmei picked up the man on his back and came to the courtyard where he lived.

It's getting late, only the West Wing room still has lights.

There are two people living in the west room. Grandpa is a watchman. He watches outside at night. His granddaughter's surname is Yin Mingzi. She usually takes some sewing work at home to subsidize her family. It is estimated that she is still catching up with the work at the moment.

There was no one in the yard. Wei zhanmei quickly returned to the room. He put the woman on the bed, simply treated the wound with one hand, reluctantly applied gold wound medicine, and sat on the ground to exercise power and force poison to heal the wound.

This movement was troublesome. The wound was as painful as a knife. The poison that had been restrained spread again, and it was very difficult to control this time.

Wei zhanmei didn't know that the poison fed on the thin man's knife was called "triple heaven". It happened in three times, one at a time, and the last time it would kill people.

The thin man had the idea of pressing for information if he could win the living, so he didn't use the deadly poison of sealing his throat with blood.

Wei zhanmei's physique can't compare with Hua Lanting's body. Now he can stand it mentally, but he can't stand the pain on the * * and can't help humming. Moreover, with the aggravation of the secondary toxicity, the voice is getting louder and louder, the sense of dizziness is getting stronger and stronger, and his actions are beginning to be stiff and slow.

After Hua Lanting came here, he couldn't feel the existence of green smoke jade in the air on his chest. When he was anxious to think about countermeasures, a timid voice came from outside the door:

"Brother Wei, what's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable? Can I come in?"

This is the voice of Yin Zi, a Westinghouse girl. She was doing sewing work and didn't sleep. The night was silent. She heard a repressed painful hum here. She began to feel that the girl's home was bad. She came in the middle of the night. Later, she listened intermittently and kept asking. She was still worried and dared to ask.

Wei zhanmei got on well with the tenants in the yard, and Yan Zi took the job of sizing his clothes and cleaning the house.

Wei zhanmei said, "come in, Zi Zi, the door is unlocked."

Yan Zi came in and brought the door. She was shocked to see Wei zhanmei. She caught a glimpse of a woman in black lying on the bed and hurriedly asked, "brother Wei, what's the matter?"

Wei zhanmei had to say, "arrest the rebels. I was injured and poisoned in the mission. I and my companions were also seriously injured and unconscious."

Yan Zi knew that there was a curfew in the city tonight, and there were chickens flying and dogs jumping outside during the day. She didn't think much, so she asked anxiously: "what should I do? Why don't you go back to the Yamen? What can I do for you?"

Wei zhanmei replied, "it was too late. I really need your help. Please go outside and get two pots of water and a pair of scissors. Don't disturb others."

Yan Zi quickly fetched water from the well in the yard and took a pair of scissors.

Wei zhanmei laboriously took the short blade of the woman in black, usually barbecued by candlelight and gasped:

"Zizi, my poisonous hair is hard to move. The wound is behind my back and I can't reach it. Please cut my clothes, cut two wounds in a cross shape with a knife, gouge out the rotten meat first, and then squeeze out the poisonous blood. I should be able to carry it." then I bent down.

Yan Zi hurriedly helped him lie down, looked at the black blood on his right shoulder and left thigh, bit his teeth, carefully cut the clothes attached to his skin and exposed the wound.