On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Hattori Hanzo huddled in the cold shadow beside the stinking ditch. Every sharp gasp was like a worn-out bellows tearing, and the spurting black and purple blood spread out on the dirty ground, forming glaring poisonous flowers.

The purple-black abrasion on the neck was burning and swelling like a living thing, and the spider-web-like black lines that spread out had covered half of the neck and penetrated deep into the collarbone under the collar.

His left arm was completely numb and felt heavy as iron. The burning torrent in his body that was forcibly suppressed by the "Nine Deaths Resurrection Pill" and the cold and poisonous "Soul-Chasing Arrow" were like two out-of-control poisonous dragons, tearing and colliding wildly in his meridians and internal organs!

Every collision brought tearing pain and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

His vision went dark, he saw stars, his ears were buzzing, and the shadow of death was like an icy tide, swallowing him inch by inch.

He clung to the damp and cold wall tightly, his nails scraping against the bricks and stones, making a harsh sound. He tried to use the severe pain to maintain the last bit of consciousness.

The antidote... the antidote must be found... otherwise... the Iga snake... will die beside this filthy sewer!

His mind flashed back to Jin Shunyi's flattering and terrified face... and the child who might be carrying important information...

The last hope... like a candle in the wind...

He struggled, and with his still movable right hand, he trembled and took out the still slightly vibrating "Cicada" from his arms, and used his last bit of strength to press down hard on a deeper groove on the side!

This is the highest level emergency contact signal!

Send a dying call for help to all lurking "Rat Group" members and strongholds that may receive the signal!

After doing all this, his vision went completely black, and he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, his consciousness sinking into endless darkness and coldness...

At the same time, deep in the maze-like, narrow and filthy alleys of the old city of Hu County, Lin Ge'er's thin body burst out with amazing strength. He bit his lower lip hard, almost biting it through, and the salty and fishy taste of blood filled his mouth.

He hunched his back and used all his strength to carry the bloody and dying body of Jin Shunyi on his back.

The heavy burden made his tender spine groan under the strain. Every step he took felt like stepping on a red-hot iron, and the piercing pain spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body.

Sweat mixed with mud, tears and dirty blood oozing from Jin Shunyi's wounds covered his little face and blurred his vision.

The cold night wind scraped across his exposed skin like a knife, but he was unaware of it. He had only one thought in his mind: save him!

Take him to the hospital!

He could only rely on his memory and fear of the dark to stumble through the back streets and alleys filled with sewage and garbage.

Every time he turned a corner, he was frightened and listened with his ears pricked up, fearing that he would bump into the heavy footsteps of the patrolling Jinwu Guards and the cold sound of armor colliding.

The oilcloth bag in his arms, pressed against his chest, was as hot as a red-hot iron. The black "bug" (cicada) inside was still vibrating and humming faintly, reminding him of the secrets and dangers he was carrying, as if it were alive. It was also like an ominous curse, making him uneasy.

Jin Shunyi's intermittent mumblings in his coma - "Black scorpion... Scorpion nest... Japanese... Jinshan..." - echoed in his ears like a spell, making him both frightened and confused.

Does he really want to go to that notorious gangster leader, that den of evil that eats people without leaving any bones?

But what else can I do if I don’t go?

Jin Shunyi is dying!

He can't just stand by and watch someone die!

He remembered his mother's gentle and tired smile in the textile workshop, and the heavy joy he felt when he received his first salary... He couldn't die!

He wants to send Jin Shunyi to the clinic!

As for the oilcloth bag and the "bug"... He pressed his chest tightly, a vague thought struggling in fear - save people first! We can worry about the rest later!

On the edge of the new city, the back alley of the "Jishidiang" medical clinic is filled with a pungent smell mixed with strong herbs and blood.

Lin Ge'er carried Jin Shunyi on his back and staggered to the tightly closed back door like a mud monkey fished out of a quagmire. He used up his last bit of strength and frantically banged on the heavy wooden door with his little hands covered in mud and blood.

"Zhang...Uncle Zhang! Uncle Zhang! Open the door! Open the door quickly!!" He screamed in a crying voice, and his voice sounded particularly shrill in the silent alley, like the wailing of a dying cub.

There was silence inside the door for a moment, and then there was the sound of rustling footsteps and low curses.

"Who is this?! Why are you howling in the middle of the night?! Can't you let me sleep?!"

The door creaked open a crack, and a round face with sleepy eyes and unshaven beard poked out. It was Uncle Zhang, the handyman in the clinic, and also the distant cousin of Foreman Zhang on the port construction site.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his face full of impatience.

"Uncle Zhang! It's me! Lin Ge'er! From the port construction site!" Lin Ge'er cried incoherently as if he was grasping at a lifeline. Tears and mud stained his little face, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear and pleading. "Hurry... hurry up and save him! He... he's dying! I... my cousin was working at the dock... and he accidentally fell off the cargo pile... and was hit by the cargo..."

He thought quickly and made up a lie full of loopholes, his voice trembling violently with fear and fatigue.

With the dim light coming through the crack in the door, Zhang Bo saw the bloody and dying figure on Lin Ge'er's back. He also smelled the strong smell of blood, filth and a faint stench of decay. He immediately lost all sleepiness and his face changed drastically!

"Oh my God! What...what happened?! He fell...he fell like this?!"

He said this, but his small eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance.

This injury... is so strange!

His body was covered with bite wounds and scratches from sharp objects. How could it be caused by being hit by cargo?

And this guy doesn't look like a dock worker!

But looking at Lin Ge'er's pitiful appearance as if he was about to faint at any time, and then looking at Jin Shunyi's miserable condition of breathing in more than out, he finally sighed and his heart softened.

"Oh! What a sin! Quick! Come in!"

He hurriedly opened the door and helped Lin Ge'er drag Jin Shunyi into the narrow backyard filled with sacks of medicinal herbs and miscellaneous items.

The strong smell of herbs could not cover up the blood and stench emanating from Jin Shunyi's body.

"Uncle Zhang! Please... please save him!" Lin Ge'er slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, his little face pale, his eyes still full of pleading.

"The injury is too serious! We must stop the bleeding quickly! Otherwise..." Uncle Zhang frantically searched for the medicine box while speaking in a low voice. Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden and heavy knock on the door from the direction of the front hall outside!

Accompanied by the unique, cold, majestic, and unquestionable shouts of the Jinwu Guard soldiers:

"Open the door! The Jinwu Guards are on night patrol! Open the door immediately!"

It was like a bolt from the blue!

Lin Ge'er and Zhang Bo's faces turned pale instantly!

It's like being poured with ice water!

Jinwu Guard!

How did they get here so quickly?!

Lin Ge'er was so frightened that his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he subconsciously covered the oilcloth bag in his arms tightly. The vibration of the "cicada" seemed to have become a death-prone war drum!

Uncle Zhang's face turned pale, his hand trembled, and the medicine bottle he had just picked up fell to the ground with a clang and shattered!

The pungent smell of medicine filled the air!

"Quick! Hide him!" Uncle Zhang lowered his voice, which was filled with tears and extreme fear. He hurriedly dragged the unconscious Jin Shunyi to a pile of medicinal sacks covered with oilcloth in the corner, and then randomly pulled over a few tattered straw mats and sacks to cover him.

Lin Ge'er also rushed over to help, his heart pounding so hard it almost jumped out of his throat! His small body was shaking violently with extreme fear!

"Open the door! If you don't open it, I'm banging on the door!" The shouting outside became more severe, accompanied by the "bang bang" sound of the scabbard hitting the door panel!

The door frame was shaking!

Zhang Bo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart. He forced a flattering smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and shouted, "I'm coming! General, wait a moment! I'll be right there!"

He gave Lin Ge'er a stern look, indicating that he should hide in the deepest part of the firewood pile, and then hurried to the front hall to open the door.

Lin Ge'er curled up in the shadow between the firewood pile and the wall, not daring to breathe. His small body huddled tightly together, as if trying to merge into the wall.

He covered his mouth tightly, afraid of making any sound.

The oilcloth bag in his arms was pressed against his chest. The vibrations of the "cicada" could be clearly heard through the cloth, and each vibration was like a heavy hammer hitting his fragile heart.

He heard Zhang Bo's fawning voice coming from the front hall: "Oh! General! It's so late... Thank you for your hard work! I wonder... I wonder what can I do for you?"

Then came the cold, emotionless voice of a Jinwu Guard soldier: "General Mao's order! Search the entire city for the Japanese pirates and their accomplices! Last night, a spy was injured and escaped! Do you have any patients here who are suspected of being injured?!"

The voice was like ice, carrying unquestionable majesty and murderous intent.

"No... no, Master!" Uncle Zhang's voice was obviously trembling.

"The... the shop just... just received a kid with a fever tonight... and sent him away a long time ago... There's... there's no one else..."

"Hmph! Search!" The soldier snorted coldly, not believing it at all.

Then, there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps, rummaging through drawers, the roughly opening of medicine cabinets, and the crisp sound of porcelain bottles breaking!

The soldiers roughly searched the front hall and the connected clinic.

Lin Ge'er's heart was in his throat!

He could feel the soldiers' footsteps getting closer and closer to the backyard!

Jin Shunyi...will he be discovered?

Will Uncle Zhang be unable to withstand the pressure and betray them?

What should he do?

run?

Where are you going?

There is only one road in the backyard!

Despair was like a cold vine, tightly wrapping around his young heart.

He closed his eyes, his small body trembling violently with extreme fear, and tears flowed silently.

Mother... Mother... I'm afraid...

In the woodshed in the backyard, Jin Shunyi struggled to regain consciousness amidst severe pain and suffocation.

The heavy sacks and straw mats made it hard for him to breathe, and the strong smell of blood and herbs mixed with dust made his lungs feel like they were on fire.

There was severe pain all over his body, especially the wounds bitten by the rats, which felt like being pierced repeatedly by countless red-hot steel needles!

What was even more terrifying was that he felt something cold, slippery, and smelly crawling on his face and neck!

There is also a tiny, creepy "squeaking" sound!

mouse!

It's those rats that smell of blood!

They actually followed the smell and sneaked into the clinic's woodshed through the rat trail!

They smelled the blood of his accomplices on him!

They are the "blood rats" released by Mao Mengji!

He is here to take my life!

"Uh...ah..." Jin Shunyi let out an uncontrollable whimper of fear from his throat, like a broken bellows!

He wanted to struggle and scream, but it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he couldn't even move a finger!

The cold rat claws scratched his cheek, and the sharp teeth touched the wound on his neck... The fear of death instantly overwhelmed him completely!

He seemed to see Mao Mengji's skinny face, looking like a ghost, smiling cruelly at him!

Do not!

He can't die here!

The information...the information is still in that kid's hands!

He must... must get the message out!

To the Black Scorpion! Or... to the Japanese!

He used up the last bit of his will and strength and bit the tip of his tongue!

The severe pain cheered him up!

A strange hoarse sound came from his throat, and he used all his strength to utter a few words very weakly and intermittently: "...child...child...bag...black...black scorpion...Japanese...gold...gold mountain..."

The sound was as weak as a mosquito, but in the dead silent woodshed, it was clearly heard by Lin Ge'er, who was hiding behind the firewood pile and was also scared to death by the mouse!