On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

He didn't have time to think about it. His instinct as an Iga ninja leader made him make a quick decision: "Separate. Meet at the B-shaped scrap pile. Quick."

Five black shadows instantly shot out in different directions like frightened bats.

Hattori Hanzo chose the shortest straight path, his body turned into a twisted black smoke, and he increased his speed to the limit, rushing straight towards the hole in the wall corroded by the "wall-eroding water".

It is only a few steps away from the cave entrance.

Freedom is at hand.

He could even smell the damp earth and rotting weeds outside the wall.

However, at this critical moment.

A cold, deadly murderous intent, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey, erupted without warning from the shadow of the pile of limestone raw materials in front and to the side.

That was no ordinary hostility, but an iron-blooded murderous aura that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was as real as substance.

locking.

Absolute lock.

Blocking all his space to dodge.

It was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on his throat.

"call out--.."

A sharp whistle that was so sharp that it pierced the eardrums.

A completely black, non-reflective crossbow arrow with a triangular, armor-piercing cone-shaped tip, with a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air, was like a soul-catching rope from hell, shooting towards his throat with incredible precision at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Under the pale light of the searchlight, the arrows flashed a dark blue, poisonous death light.

The timing, angle, and speed were all perfect.

It was as if he had calculated the landing point of his every step and predicted all his possible dodges.

This is a fatal arrow.

It is the perfect fusion of honed skills and cold murderous intent.

Hattori Hanzo is worthy of being the leader of the Iga Ninja.

At the moment when murderous intent comes to the body, the body's instinctive reaction surpasses the mind.

The will to survive erupted like a volcano.

His forward-moving body suddenly twisted to the right in a posture that completely violated human body mechanics.

The muscles, bones, and fascia of the whole body burst out with amazing coordination under extreme conditions, like a bamboo broken by an invisible force.

The entire spine groaned as it could not bear the weight.

At the same time, his left hand flashed across his waist like lightning, and a diamond-shaped kunai tempered with the deadly poison "Blood-Snatching Throat" popped out like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, accurately blocking the throat.

The action was as fast as lightning.

Not a bit superfluous.

"bite--.."

There was an extremely slight but deafening sound of metal clashing.

The pitch-black crossbow arrow hit the diamond-shaped blade of the kunai with precision.

A series of tiny blue-green sparks like will-o'-the-wisp burst out.

The huge impact force smashed down like a battering ram.

Hattori Hanzo only felt a violent vibration in his left arm.

An overwhelming and irresistible force came through the kunai, causing his tiger's mouth to crack instantly.

Blood spurted out like a tiny fountain.

The pain is excruciating.

The kunai almost slipped out of his hand.

The terrifying penetrating power contained in the arrow made him horrified.

This is no ordinary crossbow arrow.

It is a specially made armor-piercing heavy crossbow.

The spiral force contained in the arrow shaft almost crushed his wrist bones.

The crossbow arrow was deflected, carrying a stream of hot air as it flew past his neck.

The cold edge of the arrow scraped across the skin like a razor, causing a burning sensation and breaking a few strands of hair.

He could even clearly feel the sticky touch of the arrow after being poisoned.

The chill of death instantly enveloped my whole body.

The crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the brick wall not far behind him, making a dull "puff" sound.

The tail of the arrow was still vibrating violently, making a low "buzzing" sound, like the mockery of death.

excruciating pain.

paralysis.

There was also a strange burning sensation that instantly spread from the neck.

The arrows are poisonous?

Hattori Hanzo's heart was filled with warning signs.

But he didn't even look back to see who his attacker was.

The iron-blooded murderous aura and icy killing intent that erupted in an instant, as if it were tangible, made the hairs on his back stand on end.

The deadly sense of crisis was like pouring ice water over my head.

He knew that if he paused even for a moment, the next crossbow arrow would pierce his head.

He suppressed his surging blood and fear, and pushed Iga's secret "Ghost Shadow Escape" technique to the extreme.

The body was like boneless mud, twisting and changing direction again while moving at high speed.

It transformed into a more erratic and elusive twisted black smoke.

At the same time, he swung his right hand back violently.

Several poison-tipped shurikens were shot out silently like poisonous bees, not at the attackers, but at the ground and walls in different directions of the raw material pile.

"Puff puff."

The shuriken sank into the rocks and soil with a dull sound, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

Not seeking to hurt the enemy, just to create chaos.

Interfere with the other party's vision and judgment.

Fight for that one thousandth of a second chance to escape.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment. His body was like an arrow shot from a bow. He instantly drilled out of the hole in the wall and disappeared into the night.

At this moment, a woman emerged from the night.

She was wearing a nightgown and had a huge bow on her back.

It’s the crabapple.

She blew the whistle: "Beep..."

"Ran."

......

The wound on his neck caused by the arrow was burning with pain, as if it had been burned by an iron.

A tingling sensation was spreading along the blood vessels.

His heart was awe-inspiring.

It is indeed poison.

And the toxicity is extremely strong and overbearing.

Although it was just a scratch, the toxin had already begun to invade.

Must be dealt with immediately.

Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

He gritted his teeth, endured the dizziness and numbness in his left arm, and increased his speed to the extreme, moving like a ghost through the intricate and sewage-filled back streets and alleys of Hu County's old city.

Every time he landed, he precisely avoided puddles and garbage dumps, and his toes touched the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water, without making a sound.

Each breath was long and suppressed, suppressing the heartbeat and breathing to the lowest level.

Like a shadow blending into the darkness, he moved swiftly through narrow alleys, low roofs, and cluttered dead ends, using every available shadow and obstacle to conceal his figure.

Behind him, the shrill alarms and bright beams of light from the cement factory were like a melody of shame played for him, getting farther and farther away, but still engraved in his heart like a brand.

The first attempt failed.

The water in Hu County was deeper than he had imagined.

Even more muddy.

More dangerous.

And the sharpshooter of the Jinwu Guard who was hiding in the dark was like a sword hanging over his head, making the Iga ninja chief feel the chill and deep shame that penetrated into his bones for the first time.

The wound on his neck felt like it was being gnawed by countless tiny poisonous insects. The numbness and itching rapidly intensified, accompanied by bursts of burning pain, as if charcoal was burning beneath his skin. The toxin was rapidly spreading along his lymphatic and blood vessels.

My left shoulder began to feel heavy and numb, and the flexibility of my left arm decreased significantly.

Every time I ran with force, the wound would be affected, causing excruciating pain and a stronger sense of numbness.

Fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, mixed with mud, and flowed into his eyes, causing a stinging pain.

He didn't dare to wipe it, so he could only bear it. His mind was racing: where to go?

Return to "Fuchang Fish Shop"?

too dangerous.

The Jinwu Guards may have already set their sights on Jin Shunyi.

You must find a place that is absolutely safe and unknown to everyone.

Relying on his superhuman memory and familiarity with the terrain, he made many detours, choosing the most remote, dirtiest corners where even wild dogs were reluctant to go, and finally sneaked into an abandoned dyeing area on the edge of the new city.

This was once the largest dyeing factory cluster in Hu County, but now it has been forced to relocate due to severe pollution, leaving behind large areas of dilapidated, vacant factories and warehouses that emit a pungent smell of residual chemical dyes.

The air was filled with a strong, nauseating smell, a mixture of mold, dust, and the remnants of dyes such as indigo, madder, and alum.

He chose the most remote abandoned indigo dye warehouse, whose doors and windows were nailed shut with thick wooden boards, and which looked like a huge coffin.

He clung to the shadow of the warehouse's outer wall like a gecko, listened for a moment, and after confirming that there was dead silence and no one around, he slid like a civet cat to a corner on the back wall of the warehouse where the wooden boards were slightly loose and had been eroded by rain.

He groped carefully with his fingers and found a gap. He took out a steel probe as thin as a hair and with a hook on the top from the leather bag at his waist, inserted it into the gap, and gently moved it.

With a barely audible "click", the latch on the inside of the window frame was opened.

He carefully pried open the loose wooden board, leaving a gap just big enough for one person to pass sideways, and slid into the warehouse silently like a boneless snake.

The warehouse was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

A strong, strange smell, a mixture of mold, dust and pungent indigo powder, hit me in the face, almost suffocating.

The ground was covered with a thick, silt-like mixture of dye powder and dust, soft and silent to step on.

The huge dye vat stood in the darkness like a silent behemoth, with dried indigo stains remaining on the walls.

Tiny dust particles floated in the air, stinging his nose when he inhaled them. Hattori Hanzo held his breath, standing still in the darkness like a statue, listening intently.

Only the sound of my own heartbeat like a drum and my heavy, suppressed breathing echoed in the dead silence.

After making sure it was safe, he dared to breathe slightly, but every breath affected the wound on his neck, causing more intense numbness, itching and burning pain.

He groped his way to the back of a huge dye vat in the deepest part of the warehouse, which was relatively dry and the most hidden.

He leaned his back against the cold wall of the tank and slowly slid down to the ground.

Severe pain, dizziness, and numbness came over him like a tide, almost swallowing him up.

He tore open the collar of his nightgown and, with the extremely faint moonlight coming in from the window, used the small bronze mirror he carried with him to examine the wound.

There was a scrape about an inch long with the skin and flesh rolled up, the edge of which was an abnormal purple-black color, and a trickle of sticky black blood was oozing out.

The skin around the wound was obviously swollen and had a bluish-purple color, like the skin of a poisoned snake.

What's even more terrifying is that several tiny, spider-web-like black lines are spreading from the edge of the wound to the surrounding areas.

This is a sign that the toxins have penetrated deep into the skin.

Such a domineering poison.

The saying "one blow to the throat" is no exaggeration.

His eyes sharpened. This must be dealt with immediately.

Otherwise, once the poison invades the heart meridian, even gods cannot save you.

He suppressed the dizziness and the heaviness in his left arm and took out a flat tin box made of shark skin from the leather bag in his arms.

When the lid of the box was opened, several silver needles of different lengths with a faint blue luster were neatly arranged inside, a small bottle of emerald green ointment with a cool scent, and several black pills the size of longan sealed with wax.

Iga secret medicine - "Qingnang".

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

First, seal the acupoint.

Slow down the circulation of qi and blood.

He picked up the two longest silver needles, his fingers steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

He pierced several major acupoints above the wound on the neck and below the collarbone with lightning speed.

The silver needle penetrated three-tenths of the flesh with incredible precision.

A slight numbness came over me, and the severe pain in the wound was slightly reduced, but the numbness and itching remained.

Next, debridement.

He pulled out the poisoned kunai and used the sharp tip to carefully scrape away the blackened flesh and rotten tissue around the wound.

The blade scraped across the flesh, making a teeth-grinding "rustling" sound.

The severe pain made veins bulge on his forehead and cold sweat flow like streams, but he didn't even frown, and his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

Until the bright red, slightly bleeding healthy muscles are revealed.

Black blood flowed down his neck, staining his clothes red. Then, he applied medicine.

He applied the emerald green ointment evenly on the wound. A cool sensation instantly suppressed the burning pain, but the numbness and itching still lingered stubbornly.

Finally, swallow the medicine.