"You are very lucky. Both the radial artery and the ulnar artery will be cut off." Zhong Liye wrapped the bandage very carefully, took a long breath, turned his head to the side, and asked Peng Peng to wipe his forehead with a handkerchief sweat.

Jiang Chen, who was sitting, looked as cold as before, "Didn't you used to be an ace scalpel, and this little injury has caused such a panic?"

"This can't be considered a minor injury." Zhong Liye looked at him seriously, "It's only a little bit close, the arteries and bones will be broken, even if it is outside, the risk is extremely high, not to mention that there is no sterile environment in the nerve, I only have one at hand. First aid kit."

Qianwu subconsciously put his hand on Jiang Chen's other shoulder, Jiang Chen smiled silently, turned his head to kiss his finger, and said in a low voice: "But it's not broken."

Qu Ying took the leftover spare ribs from the night and cooked a bowl of hot soup for Jiang Chen to drink with difficulty. With her craftsmanship, the leftovers are delicious even if she cooks them casually.Jiang Chen drank a bowl of soup with one hand, and asked Qianwu, "What were you thinking at that time? I see you standing there stupidly, unable to move?"

Qianwu hummed, and hesitated again, "I feel... that knife has taken a fancy to me."

"Looking at you??" Peng Peng couldn't help exclaiming.

Jiang Chen seems to be used to it, but he curled his lips, "I think it's about the same."

Qu Ying was puzzled and said, "What do you call you?"

Jiang Chen frowned, "The moment I stopped it, it seemed that there was some kind of communication. It vaguely felt that as long as I was around to stop it, it would not dare to really entangle Qianwu."

Peng Peng suddenly realized, "What do you mean, it still knows that it is an unnamed mistress?"

Qian Wu almost bit his tongue, and gave him a look, "Speak well."

Jiang Chen nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's almost the same feeling."

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen raised his arm to let Qianwu take out his lucky bag, and then opened the Code of Survival, to the page of this dungeon.

He stared at the two rules that had emerged, and tentatively said, "When the shadow of the moonlight casts on the Viper, a very small number of people it looks at will be killed by it. Unless that person has a master himself, and his lover is by your side."

The room was quiet, with five pairs of eyes staring at it. Just when everyone was about to give up, a line of words slowly appeared on the paper.

【#3月照影免边上草的身身,蛇口吹身身】

Immediately followed by another line—【#4 Viper taking his wife can be dissuaded,】

Qu Ying couldn't help being surprised and said, "Is that half of what you said?"

"No wonder I've been stuck for so long." Jiang Chen touched the two lines of small characters with his fingertips, with a solemn expression, "It seems that there are still half of the hidden rules that have not been revealed."

"Everyone, hurry up and rest." Zhong Liye packed up the medicine box and said, "There are still two or three hours before dawn. Tomorrow we will visit and ask about the lives of the assassin and my brother."

After everyone else left, Qianwu pulled Zhong Liye and asked some precautions for wounds.

Don't touch the water, don't press it when you sleep, and avoid big movements to open the wound.

Zhong Liye was talking, Qianwu suddenly heard Jiang Chen sighing very softly behind his back, and looked back at him with a calm expression, as if it was just an illusion.

When walking back, Jiang Chen still embraced Qianwu with his other intact hand, and said in a low voice: "I can't do it tomorrow."

Qianwu tripped under his feet.

"I suddenly discovered that you are actually a bit like when you were studying." He said blankly.

"Oh?"

Qianwu sneered, "Greedy and unscrupulous, what he was before is still what he is now."

Jiang Chen showed a gentle smile, "Your attractiveness remains the same as before, how can I change this?"

"..."

Jiang Chen smiled and looked at him sideways. Just now when he was in the ancestral hall, his coat slipped to the ground, and the neckline was stained with a little dust. The clean-loving person folded the collar out before he was willing to put it on again.There were a few scars of blush on the back of his neck, with different shades, which was a reflection of his hard work in the past few days.

Jiang Chen stroked those marks lightly with his fingers, and he couldn't bear to stop being stared at.

"Tell me, has my empathy improved after staying in the dungeon for a long time?" He whispered thoughtfully: "Cyril came out of the dungeon, and I still have that feeling that everything in the dungeon is If you want to rob you with me, I must not let those things come true, and I must plant them on you—”

Qian Wu directly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Don't talk about your sexuality so advanced." He said indifferently: "□□."

Jiang Chen: "..."

The young marshal sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "You don't understand the kind of happiness that is lost and found in the whole world."

Hearing this, Qianwu turned his head and glanced at him, his black eyes were clear and gentle, so peaceful under the moonlight.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but kissed his cheek again.

Qianwu still took a shower for 10 minutes, and then the two slept until dawn, and the small courtyard was basically empty when they opened their eyes.

Peng Peng leaned on the pillar at the gate of the courtyard, "There is bad news."

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to check Zhong Liye's wound, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did someone die again? How many died?"

"Twelve." Zhong Liye couldn't help taking a breath, "It's unimaginable, last night when we went to see Drinking Dream, it was almost two o'clock at night, and it killed another twelve in the next two or three hours."

Peng Peng said, "After all, it was a real shadow last night. It is possible to dream about it after returning home. It's miserable."

Zhong Liye nodded, "It's almost thirty. Except for Wu Zhengchuan yesterday, everyone else died involuntarily. This dungeon cannot be delayed."

Others have been scattered by Wang Bin to search for clues. Wang Bin is careless, but he is very popular and naturally makes people want to be convinced.

Several people split up after breakfast, Peng Peng and Zhong Liye accompanied Qu Ying to search the yard, Jiang Chen and Qian Wu went out.

Walking on the street, Jiang Chen traded a small blanket in his lucky bag for two brown sugar cakes from a roadside vendor, and each of them held one in his hand with Qian Wu.

It was cold, Qianwu covered some hot sweets with both hands, and ate very satisfyingly.

"I want to find old man Futian." He bit the glutinous rice dumpling soaked in brown sugar, and said vaguely, "The NPC who brought us into the book on the first day is usually not so useless, I still don't give up."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Alright. There are a lot of doubts about the assassin brothers, we can arrest Futian's neighbors and ask them."

"What doubts?" Qianwu was a little surprised, "The story I heard yesterday is very complete."

"Incomplete, there are a lot of details that need to be considered." Jiang Chen shook his head, "For example, after the assassin returned to his hometown, he closed his door forging knives for many years, but because he was blind, he couldn't do anything. He is a person who can do things for the emperor. He knows that he can't forge, so why bother to waste a lot of money?" Time? For another example, when the assassin died, he was beheaded, but when the younger brother died, there was a line of blood from his forehead to the bottom of his neck. The way of death is different, not as if he was killed by his brother."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "You know all about this?"

Jiang Chen saw that he had finished eating the candy cake, so he handed his own to him, and said softly: "Of course the biggest doubt is that my brother has been blind for many years and has been in harmony with me, so why does my brother suddenly want to kill my brother?" ?”

Jiang Chen, who reasoned seriously about the case, seemed to have returned to his student days, and Qian Wu was a little dazed when he heard this.

They inquired all the way, and finally found the old man Futian's house, but the door was closed tightly, and no one answered for a long time.

The neighbor next door couldn't bear the disturbance, opened the door and said: "Hey, don't worry about it, I went to the market early in the morning."

The neighbor was a barefoot, strong man in his forties, with a scarf wrapped crookedly around his head, and he looked unhappy that he hadn't woken up.

Jiang Chen asked, "When will he come back?"

"I don't know where to go. I usually go to the morning market when I have something to buy, and I'll come back after shopping." The strong man was very impatient, cursing and turning his head back to the house. After a while, he put on the straw sandals that were about to fall off. Come out, push the door open, "Come in and wait, I'll pour you two bowls of water to drink."

He was the only one in the strong man's family, and his mother was single because he was too rough.The family can't even afford some crude tea, so two bowls of water are really just two bowls of water.

Qianwu held the broken bowl with four or five cracks knocked out, and looked at the water surface in the bowl with his helpless expression.

"Drink, there is not much hot water at home. I heard that you have died one after another. I feel sorry for you." The strong man pouted, "Hot water is more expensive than cold water, and it costs more to burn firewood."

"..." Qianwu carefully picked up the expensive hot water and took a sip.

Jiang Chen directly returned the bowl to him, "You should keep such expensive water for yourself."

The strong man didn't refuse, Xilihulu took it and drank it, as if he drank a bowl of water like porridge.

After drinking the water, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "You just asked me about that, but I don't know. But the relationship between the two brothers is really good. When the elder brother returned home, the younger brother cried bitterly when he saw that he was blind. For a few days, I will deliver meals to my brother every day, and it will last for several years. After my brother came back, my brother forged his knives with peace of mind, saying that he would give his brother a pension. The three magic knives were forged one after another in those years. So diligent."

Qian Wu heard the words and asked, "Is it possible that the three knives were forged by the elder brother, and the younger brother killed and took the sword?"

The strong man smacked his lips, "Impossible, we watched our brother forge the knife with our own eyes."

"What are the names of the two brothers?" Jiang Chen asked.

The strong man said, "The younger brother is called Yiqi, and the older brother is called Yijian."

"For recommendation? For seeing the town?" Qianwu opened his eyes wide.

The strong man nodded and shook his head again, "It's a recommendation. The two brothers are not real brothers. They are abandoned babies picked up one after another in the same year. The townspeople picked them up and named them casually. I didn't expect that the two babies would be promising later. .Alas, it's so strange."

Jiang Chen frowned and didn't speak, Qian Wu was speechless for a while.

The story is becoming more and more full, but Jiang Chen's question is still unanswered, as if it is a puzzle that cannot be deciphered.

Jiang Chen tapped his fingers on the table, and suddenly said, "Since the doubts cannot be solved no matter what, it means that these doubts should not exist."

The strong man looked at him for a while, pointed at him and turned to ask Qianwu, "What does he mean?"

Qian Wu paused, "He meant that it wasn't my younger brother who killed the assassin."

Before the two could discuss in depth, the strong man suddenly stood up, "The old man next door seems to be back."

Qian Wu and Jiang Chen followed him out of the courtyard, and sure enough, they saw that the auxiliary farmhouses were open, and there were two big bags at the door, and he was coming out of them panting, carrying things in.

Qianwu glanced at the paper bag, there were radishes and abacus on the outside, and there were dishes wrapped in layers of paper in the other pocket.

"Tsk tsk, big purchase." The strong man leaned against the door frame and said, "If you are really rich, those who can speak well these days are better off than those who are honest forging knives, right?"

Futian snorted, as if he was too lazy to talk to his neighbors, and said to Qianwu, "Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Qian Wu didn't mention the assassin, but said: "People are dying every day, I'm flustered, come and sit here."

"I heard." Futian sighed when he heard the words, "Who would have thought that this would happen. Today is the moon day again, and another townsman will die tonight."

He was picking up the things he bought while babbling, "Come in, oh, drink some of the milk I just bought."

Qianwu subconsciously looked back at the strong man, but saw that the strong man's face was distorted and deformed, he kicked the door angrily and went back.

Jiang Chen said: "You don't have a good relationship with your neighbors."

Futian chuckled, "I hate the rich. A person like me who can speak well and make a lot of money, oh, he has a magic knife at his side, can he not be jealous?"

The man didn't know that he was lying, so he shook the knife hanging on his waist while talking.

Qian Wu glanced at the thick wooden scabbard covered with big cracks, and silently swallowed the words that were on his lips to debunk him.

Futian bought a lot of things and came back. There were seven or eight large paper bags in the yard, and I don't know how he carried them all by himself.He took out the things inside and put them in the inner room one by one, while Qian Wu and Jiang Chen sat in the courtyard and watched him tidy up.

The sun came out in the morning, and the courtyard was a little dry. The old man felt hot after working for a while, so he took off his coat.After working for a while, he simply took off the knife and put it on the firewood table nearby.

"Can you help?" He glanced at the two old men sitting in the yard, "I've drank all the milk, help me clean up together?"

"..."

If he had known that he would still be a coolie, Qianwu would never drink that bowl of weak milk.

Just thinking about how to refuse, Jiang Chen calmly took his hand.

Qianwu understood, "What to pack?"

Futian pouted and moved the pickle jar in the house, "The remaining two bags are full of dishes, help me get them to the kitchen stove, here, the hut on the right, take out all the waste paper."

There are not only dishes in the pocket, but also some bottles and jars for oil and salt.Jiang Chen was inconvenient, so Qianwu moved it twice by himself.

Finally, the pocket bottomed out, and inside there was something tightly wrapped in paper that couldn't see its shape.He reached out and took it out, it was heavy.

"What is this... ah" Qianwu's palm suddenly felt pain, and he let go of his hand abruptly, only realizing it in a split second.

With a clang, the kitchen knife came out of the paper bag and hit the ground.

Jiang Chen became angry instantly, "You didn't say anything when you bought the kitchen knife! The bag is so tight, is it on purpose?"

There was a horizontal cut in Qianwu's palm, not too deep, but still dripping with blood.

The painter's hands are slender and delicate. In the past, Jiang Chen was not even allowed to cut a piece of fruit, let alone hold a white blade with empty hands.

Jiang Chen's face was terribly dark, and when he came over and saw Qianwu's bleeding hand, he looked back at Futian, his eyes really wanted to kill someone.

The old man Futian was also obviously taken aback, standing in the door frame tremblingly said: "I forgot, I'm so sorry, that, I have medicine powder and wraps at home, let me help you bandage it."

"No need." Qianwu frowned reluctantly, and said to Jiang Chen: "Go back and find Zhongli."

Jiang Chen hummed, "But you have to wrap it up first, I'll get the gauze from him."

Qianwu could only nod his head.

The wound on the palm is very painful, and has been disturbing the nerves.Qianwu seldom hurts his hands, he can't stand the pain, and because of the painter's opponent's treasure, he is extremely anxious.He was restless and had to walk slowly in the yard.

The townspeople did not lie yesterday, the old man couldn't forge a knife at all, he even had to go to the market to buy a kitchen knife.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the "wooden gall" not far away.

It is said that the knife forged by the old man is not even as good as a hatchet, and it can only be used as a decoration, just hanging on the waist for appearance.

The scabbard was really ugly, Qianwu looked at it a few more times, and couldn't help but suspect that it was forcibly put together by splitting a few wooden boards and using nails.

He was about to look away and walk away, but suddenly he heard a very soft voice.It was like encountering a low-order earthquake when I went to Europe to play. The furniture in the hotel collided with the wall continuously, causing subtle and continuous tremors.

Qianwu looked around to find the source of the sound, searched around, and finally cast his eyes on the wood gallbladder again in surprise.

The wooden gall was shaking slightly, and the wooden scabbard vibrated and knocked on the wooden table, which made this sound.

I can glimpse the blade inside along the seam of the scabbard. I don't know if it's an illusion, but it didn't seem so bright just now.

Qian Wu subconsciously walked over, and as he approached, the sound of the vibration disappeared, but Mu Dan visibly trembled even more violently.Until Qianwu stood in front of it.

Suddenly, he reached out and tried to draw the knife.However, the knife was stuck firmly in the scabbard, no matter how hard it was, it would not budge.

Suspected it was a fake knife. When the old man made it to deceive people, he didn't think about pulling it out. Pulling it out turned out to be a trick.

Qianwu couldn't help sighing, put his injured hand half on its scabbard and looked at it for a while, and suddenly found that its tremor had stopped.

It was quiet, as if nothing had happened, a little inexplicable.Instead, the palm of his hand was getting more and more painful, maybe it was accidentally rubbed by the wood, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Jiang Chen came out from inside, holding a bottle of medicinal powder and a piece of light yellow cloth in his hand, his expression was still displeased, and he said, "I can only pack a bag first."

The old man Futian followed behind him, deliberately lagging behind by more than ten meters, as if he was afraid of angering the evil star and killing him at any time.

"I really didn't mean it." He sighed, "I'll send you some delicious food tonight, and I'm sorry."

Jiang Chen kept silent with a dark face, lowered his head and carefully wrapped Qianwu's hands, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Qianwu followed him to the door, and couldn't help turning his head again.

Those few deep cracks are still crawling on the scabbard of the wooden gallbladder.Half an inch of cold light was exposed from the crack, and the scorching sun seemed to have coated the blade with a layer of golden red.

Qian Wu was stunned for a while, then took a closer look, but found that it was not refracted sunlight.

It was a touch of real blood, flowing silently on the blade.

He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the palm he had just wrapped.

The author has something to say: Ah!The hand is hurt.

The little nerve twitched on the ground in distress, and the nerve was blown——

The floor said quietly: Do you love me or him.

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