Pick up a dead man and bring him back

He can't move, and I take care of him. It's been like this for seven or eight days. Seeing that his wounds have begun to scab, I don't have to find food for the two of us every day. I can occasionally ask him to help make a fire. Although there is very little communication, but He is no longer as indifferent as he was at the beginning, and occasionally makes a conversation.

Thanks to him, I can now be sure that I have indeed crossed, and there is no reason.

In my heart, I mourn the comfortable life I just got after retiring, but I still cheer up and look forward to finding a chance to travel back.

In the current world, the mainland is called "Kyushu" and is actually only divided into seven states, which are "Xuzhou, Jizhou, Yanzhou, Qingzhou, Yangzhou, Jingzhou and Liangzhou". They are ruled by an emperor named Xia Ya. To describe it, it is Peace and prosperity.

Except for a few exchanges, 120 is basically sleeping.

Today, after dinner, I helped him change the cloth strips for the last time, and finally said, "Your injury is almost healed, and we will part ways tomorrow."

I didn't hear the answer, and I looked a little depressed. I looked up and found that the other party was staring at me intently. When I looked up, I immediately turned my gaze to the side, and agreed in a muffled voice.

"That's settled." I felt relieved for a while, the same feeling as every time I finished a mission, I couldn't help smiling, and took out the food I had hunted in the past few days, all of which were processed dried meat, "I will keep all these Here you are, the injury is just right, and you need nutrition."

"No need." The voice, which is neither dead nor alive, is slightly lower, but not annoying.

I cursed in my heart that I don't know what's good and what's wrong--in fact, I thought that his injury was just right, and it's not suitable to make a big move. I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to catch prey, so I left it for him.

"There are a few hunting traps I set up around, I will take you to see them later, and teach you by the way."

Don't give alms, grit your teeth, I will be at a disadvantage, just spend more time teaching you how to set up a few traps.

In the end, he was still afraid that the other party would starve to death.

If he was really starved to death, I would have saved him in vain, and it wasn't worth it.

"No, I will." He answered unhurriedly.

"..." I suddenly felt that I was slapped in the face, I'll fuck you, your grandma, you're so fucking disrespectful, I glared at him, and was speechless for a while.

At night, I fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt cold. I thought it might be because the fire went out, and it was difficult to adapt for a while, but it gradually became colder and colder. The coldness was like a knife, hanging every inch of it over and over again. I can't wait to cut the bones and remove the flesh.

I tried my best to endure and wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to be stitched together, and there was no way to open them.

A longing vaguely rose in my heart, and I didn't know what I was longing for.

I couldn't bear the bone-chilling chill, curled up into a ball, shivering, and dug my nails deeply into my palms, in order to obtain a trace of clarity.

The longing in my heart became more and more intense, and I began to scratch in my mind over and over again like a cat. I thought intermittently, what exactly do I want?

"You have a poison attack." A low and steady voice, unhurried, and then, someone grabbed my wrist tightly, I couldn't see it, but it was clearly 120.

"What are you doing!" I gritted my teeth and said angrily.

Right now I'm weak, although I don't understand what's wrong with my body, and I don't know when it will be relieved, I don't even have the strength to open my eyes now.

But the only thing I can be sure of is that it is easy for the other party to kill me now.

And now that he is holding my life, I... dare not think about it!

"To save you, we will never owe each other!"

A slightly hoarse sound came from my ears, I couldn’t feel the temperature, my whole body was stiff, the biting cold turned into excruciating pain, I even began to suspect that it wasn’t cold, but someone stabbed in the flesh with a knife go.

"Release!" My voice became lower and lower, almost like a mosquito.

My heart is getting colder and colder.

He keeps saying save me, but his mother is holding on to my life, who the hell will believe it!

"Can't let go! To delay the cold poison, you can only hold the door of life."

"Cold—poison—?"

"The common poisons taken by the dead men will be prepared with different auxiliary poisons depending on the host family, to control the dead men."

After he finished speaking, he quickly pried open my trembling jaws, and small streams of warm and fishy hot stream poured into my mouth, just a little, and I knew it was blood.

He's crazy!

I refused to keep my mouth shut.

"Drink it, there is an antidote in my blood." He was not in a hurry, the warm blood dripped on my lips, and then slid down the back of my neck, I was overjoyed, and my consciousness returned!

Immediately no doubt about him, automatically followed the heat source and sucked a few mouthfuls.

The feeling of freezing immediately melted like ice and snow, and all the way down, I felt quite comfortable in comparison, but the feeling like a cat scratching subsided a little, and then immediately raised.

Not satisfied!more!More!

It's like taking a drug for a while, and I'm addicted to it. The more I smoke, the more I smoke.

"I can't drink any more!" A force suddenly pushed me away.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and everything in front of me was covered with a white veil, and everything seemed to be wrapped in mist, like a fairyland.

Suddenly a drop of cold water dripped hard on my face, I just felt like a basin of water was pouring down my head, I was jolted, and instantly woke up!

What... what's going on? !

"The antidote is addictive, it's a normal phenomenon." 120 Seven's wrist was hanging to one side at a strange angle, it was obviously broken, and there were clearly marks of ten fingers on it... and the bloody bite mark on the blood.

Even so, his face did not change at all, he looked up at the west, his lips turned white, "It's almost dawn, you go back and return to your master, you will be saved, my blood can only control half a month, okay For it."

Standing up and lightening the toes, it was five or six feet off the ground. In the blink of an eye, the person was already alone in the dawn night, and his blurred back was as light as a flying butterfly.

I watched the other party disappear in a daze, and after a long time, I came back to say: it's so fucking fast!

This, Nima is the legendary lightness skill!This Nima is the martial arts in the legend!

In the rush of excitement, unconsciously, the sky was bright, but gloomy, and a drop of cold rain fell into my eyes. I closed my eyes subconsciously, and fell to the ground as if deflated, and the heavy rain poured down.

This body of mine...is actually a dead soldier?

Also suffering from cold poison.

I don't remember everything about my previous life at all, how the hell would I know who my master is?

And I remembered that 120's wrist was actually pinched off by me. I knew quite well that this was impossible in my waking state. Not only was my will not allowing it, I simply didn't have that much strength... This antidote to cold poison... would actually make people lose their will and become crazy.

According to the current situation, the only thing I can be sure of is - my name is 27.

Within half a month, I must find my so-called master, otherwise no one will save me with blood.

He suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at the silver-gray sky through the layers of green leaves and the rain falling all over the sky, feeling lost for a while.

For the first time in my life, I felt at a loss.

Lost with no direction.

The raindrops dripped on the side of the face, and the water splashed all over the face, giving off a faint coolness.

I sat up suddenly, with an evil smile that refused to admit defeat.

——I want to see, who in this world can kill me!

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