rebirth son of bad

In the silent night, the bright light shines in the dark alley, a few wild cats quietly lie down and take a nap in the weeds, the wind blows and blows the dead leaves piled up next to each other, and when the darkness engulfs the entire street , There was a noise outside.

Countless hidden guards rushed into the high wall like the wind, and landed silently on the grass. The person who landed at the end was so arrogant that he didn't even cover his face, it was Ouyang Xia.

All the hidden guards surrounded Ouyang Xia, waiting for his orders.

Ouyang Xia put together the whole plan for tonight with only gestures. They were responsible for pestering the servants in the courtyard and killing the strange boss.

Raising his hand, the hidden guard disappeared in an instant, and the first servant who was silently killed appeared before Ouyang Xia's eyes.

Then he strolled in, as if entering no one's land, and walked towards the room where Boss Qi was. After he took a few steps, a servant died on the ground.

All this was so silent, when they alarmed the servants, Ouyang Xia had already appeared outside Boss Qi's room.

When the guardian saw him, he was very surprised: "What are you..."

Before they could finish their words, their necks were cut open, blood spurted out, and they couldn't even make a sound, and they disappeared immediately.

"Who?"

Be wary of Boss Qi, the slight voice still woke him up from the bed.

Gently pushing the door open, Ouyang Xia walked in with a smile on his face: "Hey, Boss Qi, I heard that you were looking for me, so I came here to meet you."

Boss Qi didn't expect it to be Ouyang Xia. He got out of bed, drew out the long sword on the bed and pointed it at him, his eyes were cold: "Boy, you came here to die today."

"not necessarily."

Stretching out his wrist, he slowly pulled the sleeve open, revealing the sleeve arrow inside: "Today, I'm here to see you off."

As soon as the words fell, the sleeve arrow in his hand flew out like the wind.

Boss Qi was about to hide, but he didn't move when the poison came from his chest. He lowered his head, and he saw three small arrows piercing his heart, and blood gushed out.

Falling down slowly, Boss Qi opened his eyes wide and didn't understand why he died so quickly all night long.

Bang, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could no longer attract any of the servants, Ouyang Xia walked out, looked at the corpses on the ground, and his face sank.

These hidden guards were worthy of being cultivated by the royal family. They attacked fiercely and did not give the other party a chance to live.

"Didn't I say, don't kill if you can't kill?"

These inhuman things fell on his ears.

The leader took a step forward, bowed and said: "This is the master's intention, don't leave anyone alive, so as not to cause trouble."

Ouyang Xia snorted slightly: "Some of them are helping their master to do bad things, but there are also innocent people."

Having said this, he suddenly felt a little powerless, and then he remembered that the ancient times where human lives were worthless, not the past life where everyone was born equal.

Turning his head, he came to Boss Qi's room. During the day, he was visited by these hidden guards of Si Yelin. It seemed that he had a secret compartment or something.

Not long after touching inside, he found a large hidden compartment behind the bookshelf, opened it gently, and found that it was full of silver notes and gold bars, blinding his eyes.

Ouyang Xia smiled, motioned to the hidden guard to help him carry the box away, and left here.

After they withdrew, the dark guard directly set fire to the whole house, and the flames instantly lit up the whole city.

Ouyang Xia directly carried the box back to the inn where Si Yelin lived, and when he passed by a private house, he saw an old man sitting outside a dilapidated teahouse, with dark skin and ragged clothes, hugging Zhuzi cried with sadness all over his face, and his eyes were full of despair.

Ouyang Xia felt reclusive, stepped forward to him, and asked in a low voice, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

The old man didn't expect to be a handsome young man dressed in expensive clothes, he was startled, and hurriedly waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay."

Just looking at the hidden guards behind him was a little startled, but he didn't think he was a bad guy.

He has nothing, how could the bad guys care about him.

However, Ouyang Xia found that when he raised his hands, he trembled violently, his palms were swollen, and his legs were big on one side and small on the other. According to his years of medical experience, his legs and hands should have tumors or other diseases.

Professional instinct made him stretch out his hand and gently lift up his sleeve. Sure enough, there was a red tumor five centimeters above the dark elbow. It had deteriorated and started to swell, and it could still smell bad. will be abolished.

No, with this ancient medical technique, this old man will definitely die.

Shrinking his hands tremblingly, the old man burst into tears: "Young Master, I'm sorry, it stinks to you."

Ouyang Xia looked at him and said softly: "Old man, you have a tumor on your hand, why don't you go and see it?"

As far as he knew, even in ancient times, the tumor could be dispelled by taking medicine when it first grew.

When the old man heard this, tears welled up and fell on his dirty body: "I didn't know at first, but it turned out to be like this when I grew up. I... I live on the other side of the street, and my son and daughter-in-law opened a shop. Seeing that I'm useless, just...just..."

The latter words were not spoken, but Ouyang Xia guessed it.

It must be that seeing the old man is useless, drive him out of the house, and let him fend for himself.

A sense of justice surged in his heart instantly: "Don't worry, old man, I'm a doctor, I want to see your leg, maybe it can be cured."

He is a soldier and a military doctor, so innocent people can be saved as soon as possible. This is his sense of mission that has been carved into his soul.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head in pain: "Master, thank you for your kindness, but my disease cannot be cured even by the best doctor in the city. They said, let me prepare for the funeral."

It was because he could not be cured that the son obeyed his daughter-in-law and drove him out.

Ouyang Xia looked at the old man in front of him, for some reason, his eyes became moist, and after working hard for half his life, he ended up like this, it really shouldn't be.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined to cure him.

Squatting down, I looked at him firmly: "Old man, I... have the confidence to heal your leg, do you believe me? You have nothing, I don't need to lie to you, will you believe me?"

After coming here for a few days, he has never taken a scalpel, and his hands are very itchy.

The old man raised his head and looked into a pair of eyes that were as clear as stars, and there was a great light hidden in them, which made people feel warm unconsciously.

"Really, can it be cured?"

"Of course." Ouyang Xia chuckled and said, "You have a tumor in your hand. If you want to really cure it, you need to anesthetize you, then cut it open and take it out. Old man, would you like to try? I have six There is a ten-fold chance of success.”

If conditions permit, he is [-]% sure, but in ancient times when conditions were backward, he could only lower the guarantee.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and he said tremblingly: "You...you said so..."

Cut off his hand, can he still have his hand?

Ouyang nodded and said: "It's just a small cut of meat, it won't cut off the hand, it won't even touch the bones and tendons, so don't worry.":

After speaking, he held his hand and told him again.

The hidden guard next to him was very strange, and began to whisper: "What is this guy doing?"

"It seems that I heard that I will cut off the old man's hand."

"Cutting hands? This young master still has such an interest?"

"What nonsense, isn't it about treating tumors?"

"But will he?"

"Looking at how well he said it, it seems that there will be."

However, the eldest son of Tang Guogong who grew up pampered and pampered, would he?

In fact, they didn't believe it in their hearts, but they were a little bit convinced that the frail young master could knock down a dozen big men in an instant.

Maybe, the real people don't reveal their secrets.

Hearing his gentle voice, the old man nodded inexplicably after thinking that he was not far from death: "Okay, I promise you."

Ouyang Xia nodded and said, "Anyway, I still have time today, so come with me."

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter whether he could keep up or not, he walked forward on his own, with the dark guard closely following behind.

Then the kitten on the wall saw that on the quiet street, a handsome and gentle young man was walking in the front, and the night wind lifted his clothes, flowing like a fairy.

Behind him was a group of subordinates, and behind him was an old man in tattered clothes who was striding forward.