Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 57

Village head home.

Old Jack was lying in a pool of blood, his abdomen was wounded by a sharp weapon, a hole as deep as an index finger was cut.

He tightly covered the wound with one hand, hoping to block the wound, but blood continued to leak from between his fingers. As the injury continued to deteriorate, Old Jack's face became paler.

Obviously he was already angry, but Old Jack was concerned about the safety of his grandson Yang Ming, he was stunned, but he didn't swallow the last breath.

The potential of human beings is unimaginable. There was a newspaper report that a 60-year-old grandmother saw her grandson being run over by a wheel. She picked up the car with one hand and rescued her grandson from the wheel with the other.

At this moment, Old Jack is in this state.

As he was dying, Old Jack stared blankly, his vision was already blurred, but he faintly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears:

"Grandpa, you must not be in trouble!"

This is... this is Yang Ming's voice!

Old Jack raised his eyelids with difficulty. Due to excessive blood loss, Yang Ming's phantoms were reflected in his retinas, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing Grandpa's consciousness regained consciousness, Yang Ming was overjoyed, and ordered Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"Go to my bedroom and see if the new guqin I bought is on fire. If it still works, bring it to me quickly!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both knew that Yang Ming could heal his injuries by playing music. Seeing that Old Jack's life was hanging by a thread, he didn't dare to delay, and immediately rushed into the charred bedroom.

Old Jack's cloudy eyes stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, his breath was hazy, his chapped lips opened and closed, making a sound like the sound of mosquitoes:

"Yang... Yang Ming."

Yang Ming was startled, he held Old Jack's hand tightly, and said with a cry:

"Grandpa, I'm here, don't talk now, I will definitely save you!"

Old Jack didn't know that Yang Ming had the ability to heal other people's injuries, he just thought that Yang Ming was comforting him.

"No...you leave...the village..." Even if death was imminent, Old Jack still thought about Yang Ming's safety, "Go...the farther...the better..."

Feeling that the temperature in Grandpa's palm was getting lower and lower, Yang Ming lowered his head and tears fell unsatisfactorily.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!

The cold eyes ticked on the back of Old Jack's hand. This was a very tanned and thin hand, and the palm was covered with calluses, which were all traces of previous work in the fields.

"No, Grandpa, I don't want to leave you!"

"Silly... child..." The light in Old Jack's eyes dimmed, but there was a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth, "You are... grandpa's... proud... listen... words..."

The voice gradually fell, until Old Jack closed his eyes.

At this moment, Tang San came out with a half-burned xylophone and handed it to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming pursed his lips and tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart. He stretched out a finger and put it on the tip of Old Jack's nose to try it out. He was out of breath.

However, Yang Ming remembered hearing before that after a person loses breath, it does not mean death, as long as there is still a little heartbeat, maybe he can be saved.

Yang Ming put his ears on grandpa's chest and listened carefully.

Tang San and Xiao Wu stood aside, holding their breaths, daring not to move rashly, for fear of disturbing Yang Ming.

One second, two seconds...

Every second was a torment for Yang Ming.

When it was 28 seconds, a slight heartbeat that could almost be ignored entered Yang Ming's ears, it was like the sound of nature!

"There is still help!"

Yang Ming burst into ecstasy, and ordered Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"You stand by my side, don't let anyone disturb me!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded heavily, guarding the windows and doorways, scanning the situation outside vigilantly.

Yang Ming lowered his head and looked at the half-burned guqin, lightly stroked it and let out a soft sound, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Although part of the guqin is burnt out, it is generally still usable.

As long as he can use it, he can play Cai Wenji's Forgetfulness Song.

The fingertips lightly touch the strings, and the melodious sound of the ding ding ding sounds like a complaint, which seems to be able to relieve the sorrows of the world.

Accompanied by the flick of the musical talisman, a green light emerged, the light color was soft and refreshing, with a very comfortable atmosphere, falling on Old Jack's aged body.

However, trying to pull Old Jack back from the dead door was obviously more difficult than Yang Ming expected.

Five seconds after Wangyou Song passed, Yang Ming just treated Old Jack's injury. Old Jack's nose had an extra breath, but he was still very weak.

In desperation, Yang Ming had to play again.

Today, most of the Holy Spirit Village was destroyed by fire, and hundreds of corpses were found on the road, including men, women and children.

A black cavalry with gold rims bordered on the black armor, wearing a black cloak, is obviously the leader of these black cavalry. The mask that fell from the black helmet revealed a pair of eyes like a cold well in ancient ponds, and his eyes were very cold. To other black riders:

"Where's the target person? Did you find it?"

"found it."

"What about others?"

"Lost."

"waste!"

After all, the black cavalry leader raised a finger and gently poked the talking black cavalry on the forehead. The other party had no resistance at all, leaving a hole in the forehead, and the body fell to the ground with blood on the ground.

ruthless!ruthless!

If Yang Ming is here, he will find that this is very similar to the wound on Grandpa Old Jack's abdomen.

The leader of the black cavalry was restless. They were a mercenary group called Blackwater.

Of course, looking at their behavior, it can be seen that their mercenary group is not doing a legitimate business.

Although it is not a well-known large-scale mercenary group in Douluo Continent, but with its ruthless and unscrupulous style of doing things to achieve its goals, the Blackwater mercenary group is also well-known on some dark sides.

The leader of the black cavalry is the head of the Blackwater Mercenary Group.

Just when the head of Heishui was upset about losing Yang Ming's whereabouts, a faint sound of the piano came from a distance.

"There is……"

Looking in the direction of the sound of the piano, the head of Heishui's eyes flashed, and he recognized that it was the village chief's house.

The head of the black water immediately got on his horse and greeted the reunited Bailai Black Knights:

"Come with me!"

The horse whip flicked fiercely, and the black horse under the seat was in pain, making a neigh, and the four hooves slammed into force, rushing as fast as a gust of wind.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

Hearing the familiar sound of hooves from far to near, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were protecting Yang Ming's law, suddenly changed their expressions.

The two stood at the door of the house that was about to collapse, looked up and looked forward. At the end of the road, a huge horse head appeared first, followed by a cavalry in black armor.

Arrogance and arrogance!

(accumulated 6000 book coins plus more, thanks again for the reward)

(Thanks for the half-dozen reward of 200 book coins)

(End of this chapter)