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Crazy Wang had already exhausted his strength under the serious injury, and when Bai Zhun pressed down on the back of the knife with a bamboo stick, he passed out with his head down.

The man was unconscious, and the knife was still in his hand.

Huo Zhenye strode forward and carefully checked the wound for Crazy Wang. There were several stab wounds on his body, half of the blood was his own, and half of the blood was someone else's.

Bai Zhun pointed to his eyes: "Quicklime."

Huo Zhenye had seen Crazy Wang's skills before. He killed two Japanese soldiers in the street, and he was able to kill two Japanese soldiers in the consulate, and escaped unscathed.

If he hadn't been attacked by someone, he wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries.

Huo Zhenye had studied medicine, and the conditions in the mansion were limited, so he could barely stop bleeding, disinfect, and suture him.

Without anesthesia, Crazy Wang woke up in pain.

He snorted, the moment he woke up, his first movement was to hold the knife, and Huo Zhenye pressed his wrist: "Don't move, just sew it up, and it will be stretched apart if you move it again."

Crazy Wang couldn't open his eyes even when he woke up, so Bai Zhun sent paper servants to the kitchen to fetch oil, and used it to wash the quicklime out of Crazy Wang's eyes.

"Qi Ye?" As soon as Crazy Wang was sent, Huo Zhenye came back. He heard the sound of the wheelchair and recognized Bai Zhun, "Where is the person who sent me here?"

"Let's go." The people of the four sects were eager to kill, and the master of the sect was plotted against, so of course they had to pay back the debt.

Crazy Wang struggled to sit up, but Huo Zhenye pushed him down.

When Xu Yanwen's voice sounded downstairs, Huo Zhenye handed the person over to Bai Zhun, and he called Xu Yanwen and asked him to bring medicine from the hospital.

Xu Yanwen was carrying the box, seeing that Huo Zhenye was wearing gloves and his hands were covered with blood, he stammered: "You...are you operating on someone?"

Huo Zhenye nodded innocently: "Yes, it's too late to send him to the hospital."

You can't send him to the hospital either. To send Crazy Wang to the hospital is to send him to the gunpoint of the Japanese.

Xu Yanwen almost fainted: "Are you qualified here? Do you dare to operate on people?" He doesn't even have a medical license!

Huo Zhenye moved his wrist and chuckled: "Fortunately, I haven't forgotten what I learned."

Xu Yanwen immediately took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Huo Zhenye called for several medicines and a set of knives by name on the phone. At that time, he guessed that this person might be going to operate on someone, but he didn't expect that he would actually dare to operate on someone. !

"I come."

Huo Zhenye stopped him: "It's just suturing the wound, I don't need you, I'll do it."

It's too dangerous for him to let him know.

Xu Yanwen refused to back down: "Brother Huo, your point... I'll do it." He didn't say anything to death, thinking that talking too much hurt Huo Zhenye's self-esteem.

Unexpectedly, Huo Zhenye had no self-esteem in the matter of practicing medicine. He thought about it, and solemnly said to Xu Yanwen: "After leaving this door, you haven't been here tonight, and I haven't seen you. If you run out of these things, I'll take care of it too."

Xu Yanwen was stunned, he looked at Huo Zhenye with a face full of shock, he...he didn't hide a murderer at home, did he?

Huo Zhenye signaled him to go to the attic. When Xu Yanwen saw the person lying on the attic, he forgot to find out whether he was a murderer or not. He hurriedly checked Crazy Wang and said with a frown, "He needs a blood transfusion."

Only Xu Yanwen's blood type was suitable. He rolled up his sleeves without frowning: "Suck it." The equipment is ready-made, and Huo Zhenye can also complete such a simple operation.

Crazy Wang finally opened his eyes. His vision was still blurred, but he could see the blood in the hose flowing into his body.

"Little brother, you are fine. We will be brothers from now on. If you have any enemies, just tell me. I promise to pay for you."

This... this is really a murderer!

Xu Yanwen's face flushed red, and he muttered, "I... I'm a doctor. Doctors can't just ignore death and don't ask for a reward from a strong man. I don't have any enemies."

Huo Zhenye let out a chuckle from his throat, this Xu big idiot.

How could Crazy Wang owe someone so much? Hearing that Xu Yanwen had no enemies, he asked again: "Then is there anything you want to do, but if you can't, I will definitely do it for you."

Axiu came in with tea, she stood by the door, saw Xu Yanwen's eyes lit up, and tried to smile at him.

Xu Yanwen looked at Axiu and smiled, he was already very satisfied to see her, he shook his head: "I don't have anything to do."

Crazy Wang refused to agree, and his hand without the needle "slapped" the lower table: "Then count it as what I owe you, and I will definitely pay back what I owe you."

Xu Yanwen really had nothing to say, and he was afraid that this man would really kill someone if he turned violent, so after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't think of what to do with him.

Axiu put the teacup by Xu Yanwen's hand.

She gave it to Xu Yanwen first, then to Huo Zhenye, and finally to Crazy Wang.

Bai Zhun hated the smell of blood, so he covered his nose and went back to the room early. He turned into the room in a wheelchair, holding a bloody paper-cut figure in his hand.

This is what he tore off from Crazy Wang.

He threw the paper figurine into the fireplace, and the paper figurine jumped up, trying to jump out of the fire, but its feet were already on fire, and the fire quickly burned its body.

It twisted its paper body in the fireplace, seeming to wail.

Bai Zhun watched it burn to ashes, and flicked the wood in the stove, Bai Yang already knew that Crazy Wang was with him.

Huo Zhenye sent Xu Yanwen away, and said to him at the door: "No matter who asks you, you can't say, it's for your own good, and it's for your family's good."

Xu Yanwen was not stupid, he nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, I will never say anything."

The sound of a wheelchair sounded behind Huo Zhenye. Axiu pushed Bai Zhun to the hall. Bai Zhun glanced at Xu Yanwen. Xu Yanwen was flattered. He waved his hands again and again: "Mr. Bai doesn't need to see me off."

With a cold face, Bai Zhun shook out a paper figurine from his sleeve. The paper figurine crawled onto Xu Yanwen's body as soon as it hit the ground, and crawled into his pocket along the trousers: "Take it with you."

……

Xu Yanwen swallowed, and nodded.

Huo Zhenye felt that Bai Zhun did it on purpose, Xu Yanwen was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Xu Yanwen got into the car with a dazed face, and drove home. Axiu ran to the balcony to watch his car drive farther and farther, until the headlights were too far to be seen, and then came back to the house.

When she delivered the tea just now, she sneakily slipped a small note to Xu Yanwen, and they made an appointment to meet tomorrow.

Huo Bai and the two returned to the attic, where should such a Buddha be hidden?

Crazy Wang raised his head, he doesn't want tea, he wants wine.There were only a few bottles of foreign wine for decoration at home, and they were all given to him. He took two sips, raised his head and downed it once, and drank it happily: "foreigner's wine is still strong enough."

Only then did Bai Zhun say, "Someone is following you."

Crazy Wang hiccupped: "Who?"

He was going to have a wedding today, and his brother was begging for a concubine. As soon as he entered the door, he felt that something was wrong. There were big red happy words posted everywhere, but the trumpeters playing joy sounded like mourning music.

He broke in with a knife, and his brother was tied up in the backyard, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mouth was stuffed with a cloth. When he saw him, he motioned for him to run away, and the Japanese soldiers stabbed him.

It was the concubine and the bustard who sold him together for twenty gold bars.

Of course Crazy Wang wanted to save his brother. He cut several people with a knife, and a dozen people rushed up behind him. The bullets grazed his scalp, and he threw the knife. Get under the bed.

"Bai Yang who is a master of Taoism."

Crazy Wang snorted and said, "I'll settle the account with him slowly."

Now that he was being tracked, he could no longer stay in the White Mansion, and clasped his fists together and said, "Thank you Qiye for your help, I'll make a note of this."

Of the dozen or so brothers, he was the only one who survived. How could he be the kind of person who let his brothers die and live on his own.

Crazy Wang struggled to get up, but Bai Zhun said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, the master of the fourth sect, I will change your face for you."

Crazy Wang kept his eyes on Bai Zhun. He had always heard people say that the Seven Sects are evil, and the name of Bai Qiye's impermanence was well-known, but he had never seen Bai Zhun's skills. What does it mean to change a face? ?

Axiu brought a yellow paper paintbrush, and Bai Zhun painted incense and ink in front of Crazy Wang, and quickly drew eyebrows and noses on the paper. When drawing eyes, the tip of the brush stopped slightly.

The four sect master's eyes are the most difficult to hide, no amount of brushwork can hide the murderous look in his eyes.

Just when this face was about to be painted, the door was knocked, Huo Zhenye glanced at Bai Zhun: "It's really fast, I'll hold them back."

Bai Zhun didn't respond, but he wrote quickly.

Huo Zhenye turned on all the phonographs in the house, and the whole mansion was brightly lit.

The door was hammered more than a dozen times before Huo Zhenye opened the door. He loosened his tie, poured wine on his clothes, and asked the police officer with a mouthful of alcohol, "What's wrong?"

The Japanese soldiers were not yet strong enough to enter the French Concession and arrest people casually. They changed their clothes and followed the Huabao, but they were not Chinese at first glance.

"Mr. Huo, is this your house?" There is no one in this area who doesn't know the Huo family. When they saw that it was Huo Zhenye who opened the door, they cried out inwardly.

One of the Japanese people got impatient, pushed forward and said in not very fluent Chinese: "We are going to search this house."

Huo Zhenye raised his hand and slapped him: "Open your dog eyes wide, who are you talking to?"

The Japanese is used to running amuck, so he was about to pull out his gun immediately, uttering a bunch of Japanese words out of his mouth.

Huo Zhenye pretended to be drunk and burped: "Japanese?"

Hua arrested quickly shook his head: "No, no, this is their hometown dialect, which sounds a bit like Japanese." This search did not go through the chief arrest room. If the law arrest finds out that the Japanese came to the concession to search, life would be difficult. up.

"Young master Huo, I'm really sorry, just let us take a look, so we can go back and deal with business." Hua catcher nodded and bowed again, begging Huo Zhenye for accommodation.

Huo Zhenye estimated that the time was almost up, and he became even more suspicious when he stopped the Japanese.

He pretended to be talkative after drinking, and let the door open: "Look."

Several Japanese rushed in.

A dozen people stopped in the living room, staring at a circle of paper figurines standing in the living room.

Hua Zuo was so frightened that his legs went limp: "Mr. Huo, this is... this is..."

Huo Zhenye was smiling, and he raised General Yue's arm to let the arrester take a closer look: "Hobbies, one of my own, an insignificant little hobby."

Hua Chu looked at all these paper figurines, and went upstairs to search again.

Huo Zhenye followed them upstairs, holding the wine glass in one hand and pressing the gun in his pocket with the other, wondering if Bai Zhun had finished the painting.

On the second floor, Bai Zhun was playing chess with the masters of the four sects, and they both looked at the patrolmen upstairs.

The Japanese at the head stepped forward, looked at Bai Zhun and the four sect masters, and pointed to the four sect masters: "You, come here."

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