soul shifting

Under the bamboo hat is a woman's face; her long eyebrows are like willow leaves, her eyes are frosty, her thin lips are like a narrow knife, and her nose is like a sculpture of ice.

Shen An looked at the familiar but unfamiliar person, and the chill in his hand was "clicked" by him.

"Yao, Elder Yao?" Jue Ming couldn't believe it.

The three of them froze in place, and Yao Bingqing raised the bamboo tube expressionlessly, aiming at Shen An's eyebrows, and the green poisonous water shot out quickly.

Han Xiuyu wanted to stop him, but his tendons were so painful that they were about to burst as soon as he practiced his kung fu. The pain made his vision go dark, and he couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, gritting his teeth desperately, but he couldn't suppress the muffled groan deep in his throat. .The poisonous water continued to fly forward. At that moment, Han Xiuyu felt that his breath had disappeared.

With a sound of "Zi La", the thin blade scattered the poisonous water, splashing on the ground like sparks, and burning a small hole; the blade then cut off the bamboo tube, and the green poisonous water spilled all over the ground, and large pieces of water spewed out. Bai Yan, Yao Bingqing jumped back.

"...It was you who killed Elder Shen?" Shen An asked hoarsely, the fingers holding Han Chan trembled slightly.

Yao Bingqing did not answer, still expressionless.She pulled out a cold dagger from her waist, this time aiming at Han Xiuyu.

"Come at me!" Shen An roared, and threw Han Chan out with his hands; Yao Bingqing raised his hand to block the iron fan, and was forced back a few steps by the huge force.Probably because she felt that she couldn't beat it, she didn't make another move, turned around and ran into the yard, lightly tapped the water tank in the corner with her toes, trying to climb over the wall and get out.There seemed to be fire burning in Shen An's eyes, a chilling cicada smashed the water tank to pieces, rushed forward in two steps, pulled her off the wall, and slammed her on the ground.Yao Bingqing looked at him expressionlessly, like a lifeless puppet.

"Did you kill Elder Shen!" Shen An roared angrily, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yao Bingqing's neck: "Speak! Did you!"

Yao Bingqing blinked and said coldly: "Yes."

This word made Shen An feel like falling into an ice cave in an instant.He raised the chilling cicada stiffly, and forced it into Yao Bingqing's neck.

At that moment, Shen An really wanted to kill Yao Bingqing, and what he hated most in his life was the betrayal of others; but when the cold cicada pressed against Yao Bingqing's throat, he looked at the familiar and indifferent face, but hesitated again.

After all, people are not grass and trees.

During this moment of hesitation, Shen An loosened Yao Bingqing's neck.In the blink of an eye, Yao Bingqing quickly moved his foot away, tripped Shen An to the ground, then turned over and put his knee against his stomach, raised the dagger high, and stabbed him in the chest.

At the door of the guest room, Han Xiuyu knelt on the ground and couldn't move. Jue Ming picked up his longbow, but found that he had used up all his arrows.

"Heh." Shen An laughed at himself and closed his eyes.Unexpectedly, a handsome seven-foot man of his own is not as decisive as a girl.

The sharp dagger pierced the skirt of Shen An's chest, and then stopped suddenly without warning.

There was a soft sound of "poof", something shot out from the top of Yao Bingqing's head quickly, hit the courtyard wall, and made a low metal clang, Shen An opened his eyes.

It was a very thick steel needle with a square tail, and there were many irregular grooves and hollows on the needle, just like a honeycomb.

Yao Bingqing swayed, and fell on Shen An's body; a line of dark red blood flowed out from the Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, staining Shen An's chest with a shocking blush.

Jueming picked up the bloody steel needle: "Is this... is it the kind of steel needle used in the needle driving technique? It's called..."

"Shen Shen Needle." Shen An whispered.

A mind-boosting needle that will be poisoned as soon as it is pulled out.

……

When the sun was setting, Yao Bingqing finally woke up. "I'm sorry" was the first thing she said.

Master Zeng discovered that Yao Bingqing was secretly helping Shen An and the others escape, so he controlled her with needle control techniques and forced her to become a member of the black-clothed assassins.Only a small number of those assassins joined voluntarily, and most of them were poor people who were controlled by the needle control technique like her.

When she was controlled by the Shenshen Needle, she was not unconscious, but she couldn't control her body at all, and could only watch as she raised her hand to aim at Elder Shen's back and shoot out the deadly poisonous water.

"I've been trying to use my internal force to force out the God-stimulating needle," Yao Bingqing said in a low voice, looking at Shen An: "Finally I succeeded. Fortunately, I didn't hurt you."

"Elder Shen told us that when the Shenshen Needle is pulled out of the body, poison will be released," Shen An said with a frown, "Quickly see what the poison is, and give me an antidote."

Yao Bingqing was a little surprised, which she did not expect.She concentrating on feeling her own pulse for a moment, her face sank.

"What's wrong?" Shen An asked nervously.

Yao Bingqing forced a smile: "...I still have half a day."

There was a buzzing sound in Shen An's mind, and he said in a chaotic manner: "What do you mean?"

Yao Bingqing sighed and looked at him sadly: "Half a day."

Shen An was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, turned around and walked out of the house without saying a word.

"Shen An!" Yao Bingqing called him, "Where are you going?"

"Go ask the doctor, you are definitely not allowed to give yourself the pulse, I will ask a doctor, go ask the doctor, ask the doctor..." Shen An muttered, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Yao Bingqing or to him. listen to yourself.

"Can you be more mature?" Yao Bingqing said helplessly, "I am the one who is going to die, do you still want me to comfort you?"

Shen An froze in place.

"Sit down, I have something important to say." Yao Bingqing said.Shen An sat down in a daze.

"I heard from other assassins that the tattoo paint of the Promise Sect is mixed with the jelly of the hornet that is sensitive to smell, and it emits a special smell. Even if you hide in the bottom of the water or rub garlic juice on your body, the hornet can find it .So you have to remove the tattoo on your hand, or you will still be found by the Promise Sect no matter where you flee." Seeing that Shen An didn't respond, Yao Bingqing reached out and shook his hand in front of his eyes: "Hey! Are you listening?"

"Ah... Assassin..." Shen An murmured, "Don't you know what kind of poison you have been poisoned by? Those assassins may have antidote, I'll go find them..." Shen An stood up and went out again .Yao Bingqing took his hand: "Calm down... I know what poison I have, but the antidote comes with the poison/drug. The antidote for this poison is a tree frog. Hundreds of years ago It’s extinct, so there’s no way to explain it.”

After a long time, Shen An nodded.

Yao Bingqing sighed, pulled Shen An to sit him down again: "Did you hear what I said about the tattoo?"

"...What tattoo?"

"The tattoo on your arm." Yao Bingqing lifted Shen An's sleeve, pointing to the tattoo on his forearm: "That's it, the wasps can smell it, you have to get rid of it, otherwise the Promise Sect will always find you .”

"En." Shen An lowered his head in response.He felt that he should yell and cry bitterly, but it was as if something was blocked in his heart, as if everything around him seemed unreal, except for the uncomfortable blockage, all he could feel was exhaustion.

Elder Shen was sitting in this room yesterday talking and laughing happily with everyone, but now he will never see him again. Compared with being sad, he is more of an unreal feeling, as if everything is a dream; this morning the black-clothed assassin Attacking from the roof, Shen An was furious at first, and then found that the assassin was Yao Bingqing, the anger turned into astonishment and shock, as well as the grievance and anger of being betrayed, and then just heard Yao Bingqing was poisoned There is no antidote to the panic, and now, with so many emotional ups and downs passing through his heart, he seems to have completely lost his senses, leaving only congestion and tiredness in his heart.

"Shen An," Yao Bingqing called him, showing a bright and tearful smile: "I made an appointment last year to go shopping with me, but you left early. This last bit of time...can you go shopping with me again?" ?”

Shen An heard himself say: "Okay." Helping Yao Bingqing up in a daze, he walked out of the inn.

"Master Shen, Elder Yao, where are you going?" Jue Ming asked when passing by the courtyard.

"Go out for a while, and come back at dawn." Shen An heard himself answer like this.

The night was dark, and even the snacks and supper stalls were closed. The two walked slowly along the street, there were no lights, only starlight.

"The shops are all closed..." Yao Bingqing was a little disappointed.Shen An helped her to sit down in a tea shed: "It will open at dawn, you should take a rest first."

There was still half a pot of crude tea left in the kettle on the table. Although it was already weak and tasteless, it was still hot.Shen An poured two cups of tea, and they held them in their hands to keep warm; Yao Bingqing talked about her past, and Shen An felt that her voice seemed to come from far, far away. Although she was clearly sitting opposite him.

At dawn, the sky turned pale, and the crying of babies and the voices of women could be heard in the alley, but the street was still dark, and there were no shops open.

"Let's go, let's go to another street to see, maybe there is a store open." Yao Bingqing stood up, shaking the soles of his feet, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Elder Yao?" Shen An shivered involuntarily.

"...It seems that there is no chance..." Yao Bingqing said softly, and fell down after speaking.

Shen An went around to her and held her cold hand that was outstretched.

"Don't forget the tattoo," Yao Bingqing said in a weak voice, "Don't let the Promise Sect catch you, live well."

In an instant, what was blocked in Shen An's heart was suddenly washed away by a torrent of emotion; that emotion turned all anger, confusion, depression, pain and sadness into tears, and rushed out of the eye sockets like a flood that burst a bank , rolling down his cheeks.

The exhausted trance finally disappeared, and a mournful sob was suppressed in Shen An's throat, accompanied by unstoppable trembling and almost scalding tears.

"Don't cry," Yao Bingqing wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears, but her eyes could no longer be seen: "Don't cry..."

The rising sun formed a blood-red edge on the horizon, and two teenagers came around the corner, Han Xiuyu and Caesar Ming.Seeing Shen An in the tea shed, they hurried over: "Uncle Shen, the Promise Sect is here again, we have to hurry... What's wrong with Elder Yao?"

Shen An turned a deaf ear and let the tears flow unceasingly, falling on Yao Bingqing's increasingly pale face.

"Shen An, you are a good person, I... like you, that kind of liking," Yao Bingqing murmured, "Do you like me?"

Shen An took a few deep breaths, suppressed the crying in his throat, and uttered a white lie in a normal voice that he pretended: "I like it."

But Yao Bingqing's beautiful and cold eyes were closed forever.

She didn't hear the "like".

"...Uncle Shen, let's go," Han Xiuyu said in a rough voice, "The people from the Promise Sect are here."