I Became an Anonymous Boss

"This question... I will answer you later."

Shirataki retreated slowly, within a short distance of a few steps, there was no way to retreat, his heels were hanging in the air, and there was a cliff behind him.

He stopped in his tracks and said calmly, "I'll be back soon."

This is not stubborn words, but a declaration.

With his back to the cliff wall, the young man dropped his severed hand and wiped the dark red blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood stained the unyielding bones, and he smiled to himself: "When I come back, everything will be revealed..."

She remained silent, just standing ten steps away, watching the young man spread his hands, watching him leaning back against the cliff standing thousands of feet high, watching him leaning back and falling into the clouds.

If a drop of water falls into a stream, it sinks and disappears.

For a moment, she withdrew her gaze, put the sword back into its sheath, turned and left, leaving only a severed hand and blood all over the place.

……

At first no one noticed something was wrong, but as time passed, someone noticed something strange.

The two girls guarding the door looked outside the door from time to time, and they wondered why the young man in white hadn't come back yet?

After someone whispered something, the rumors quickly spread.

Zhenchuan and Lei Meng's disciples all knew that Bai Taki was in charge of investigating the whereabouts of the spirit sword.

As long as you can see him walking, you will feel more at ease in your heart unconsciously. At least there are still people checking, and it's not really helpless.

But he suddenly disappeared, and anyone could sense this strong sense of unnaturalness.

At first it was unnatural, then a sense of disobedience, then worry, and finally fear.

So many people couldn't sit still.

Everyone was corroborating their confessions and looking for his whereabouts, but in the end, they found out that they didn't know anything.

Be it true disciples or inner disciples, even Lan Xiangxue and Xiuyu didn't know where Baitaki went, he seemed to have disappeared.

But how could a living person disappear?

For a whole afternoon, almost everyone was looking for Shirataki's whereabouts.

His disappearance was like the straw that broke the camel's back, and everyone tensed up, hoping it was just a prank.

Until night fell, no one found out where he was.

Almost subconsciously, everyone looked in the direction of the mountains.

Without any hesitation, Lan Xiangxue rushed into the mountain first, intending to search the mountain overnight.

Sleepless all night will not kill people, but the whereabouts of life and death is called suffering.

Fang Cun stood in the line without saying a word. After several inquiries, he found out that he was the last person to see Bai Taki.

Thinking of the content of the conversation, his heart became more and more heavy.

He is suspicious.

Even sure.

Shirataki deliberately used himself as a bait to lure the murderer to appear, perhaps he wanted to leave some clues.

Just like I said.

This is not his responsibility, but he can't say it somehow, not because he is afraid of taking responsibility, but because he feels that once the content of the conversation is spoken out, these women will tear him apart alive.

He didn't dare to say, because Shirataki might still be alive.

……

"Young master will be fine."

Lan Xiangxue said so.

I don't know how many times she said that.

When I first said it, it sounded so firm, but as the frequency increased, it sounded like a kind of self-comforting and self-hypnosis.

She tried to make herself believe it, and then tried to make others believe it.

She was always at the forefront, with a thin back and a long purple dress, searching for possible traces in every corner.

She looks very determined, but no one knows how much is true and how much is false.

The progress of the others has been gradually pulled back a lot by her, and the altitude in the mountains is also constantly increasing. The wind at night is very cold, bitingly cold.

The higher Lan Xiangxue walked, the colder she became, and the more empty her heart became.

She felt that her soul was being pulled out little by little, and her heart, which was filled with happiness and contentment in the past, was now empty.

Because of the disappearance of a person, her heart is also empty, like a walking soul, looking for her lost body.

The girl lowered her head, just walking and searching in such a stupid way, walking around the mountain.

Unknowingly, the sky was already bright, and the rising sun pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, casting a gleam of light.

Lan Xiangxue looked in the direction of the sun, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange bright red.

She seemed to be jolted, and chased after the red color. She thought she had misread it, but when she got closer, she realized that it was not wrong. It was a dead tree, and one side of the fallen leaves on the dead tree was dyed bright red.

The blood had already coagulated and dried up.

She subconsciously looked in the direction the dead leaves were facing.

A gazebo, two stone benches, a broken stone table, and withered red leaves.

Lan Xiangxue looked at the eye-catching blood red in the gazebo, suppressed the trembling of her fingertips, and shook her head, as if she wanted to dispel the premonition, but the movement of shaking her head made her even more desperate. White with red.

On the ground a few steps away, there was a severed hand.

A reddish white sleeve was wrapped around the severed hand.

Lan Xiangxue fell to her knees and hugged her severed hand, which almost turned into a stone statue.

Her eyes were red, her eyes were red, holding Chengying, she was almost enchanted instantly.

Nor did she when the fire destroyed her home.

She thought of many small things, they were all the bits and pieces during this short time together, every move, smile and finger of that person were vivid and vivid in her memory.

She suddenly understood a lot of things that should be taken for granted.

Why do you want to stay with the young master? If you don't see him for a day, you will be very irritable, and you won't be in the mood to practice swords.

Why can't I get tired of looking at that face, and I even want to learn painting skills that I am not proficient in.

Why would he listen carefully to every word he said, and even learn some knowledge that is useless to swordsmanship.

Why did Yan Qixia say such humble words as 'because she doesn't deserve it'.

Why did Beiming Qingqiu come to this place at the expense of his own life?

Why is my heart so painful that I can hardly breathe.

There is nothing to repay, only willingness.

It's nothing more than one word.

Lan Xiangxue looked at the sea of ​​clouds, her eyes were out of focus, and the sword intent in the empty heart spontaneously flowed. As the cold gradually penetrated into the bone marrow, the snow sword intent fit the mood of loss and emptiness and was rising steadily... Like the snow sword intent entering the room, double transformation Yuanshui will come naturally...

第260七章 i need healing

Boom... There was a dull sound, Shirataki passed through the boundary gate, and fell on the floor of the bedroom.

The blood stained the white clothes and overflowed from the wound, coating the white wooden floor with blood red.

"cough……"

Shirataki tried to get up with all his strength, but with one arm missing, it was difficult to even support his weight.

He could only move himself over the quilt little by little, while silently calculating his injuries.

"Perforated lungs, broken ribs, open wounds, fortunately, the heart was not damaged..."

"The left hand is broken and is losing a lot of blood, and two-fifths of the meridians are damaged..."

"Anyway, stop the bleeding first."

He tapped on the shoulders and the acupuncture points on his chest, preventing the massive loss of blood, but this needs to be restrained together with zhenqi.

But that sword wounded his meridians, his true energy could not function, and the speed of blood loss did not slow down too much.

The arteries in several places were ruptured, and the acupuncture points alone could not stop the blood loss at all.

Fortunately, there are drugs.

Bai Taki dug out the bedside cabinet, found a white medicine bottle, poured out a pill and put it under his tongue.

Then take out the red bottle and pour the red powder on the wound.

Top-grade Zhixue powder, many people in the Jianghu have survived a lot of fights by relying on this.

As long as it is not a fatal injury on the spot, as long as the blood loss can be stopped, it can still be saved. Most of the deaths from mechanical open wounds come from organ failure caused by blood loss.

For the Omen with a strong recovery ability, as long as the 'bleeding' debuff is contained, he can live, and he can be alive and kicking in a few days.

There was a scorching pain coming from the wound, Shirataki's face turned pale and his lips were bloodless, but the pain made him wake up a bit.

The blood pooled under his body, Shirataki looked back at the sheets and the floor, thinking how long it would take to clean it up.

Suddenly, there was a sweetness in the throat, a mouthful of blood was coughed up, and a small piece of internal organs appeared in the palm of his hand.

He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. It seems that Zhixue Powder is not enough. Although the blood loss on the severed arm has been stopped, the internal bleeding has not stopped. Take your time.

What's next?

Should I call 120 for first aid?

But when he went to the hospital, the speed of his arm's rebirth would definitely be noticed.

Shirataki still didn't want to reveal his identity, he also had more serious injuries than this, a mere chest puncture, and he couldn't die... It wasn't the first time he suffered this kind of injury, and he had already gained resistance.

He was thinking about pouring the hemostatic powder directly into the wound on his chest when he heard a knock on the door.

It was already night, who would knock on the door at this time?

He frowned and decided to ignore it.