The county horse is a medicine jar

"Son..."

There seemed to be someone shouting non-stop beside her, but Lin Sishen's head was still blank at this moment, and bursts of loud and piercing roars gradually sounded in her ears, so that she couldn't hear what that person was saying at all.

What happened?Impossible, these people must have teamed up to tease her.

This is really the most absurd joke in the whole world. That's right, how could Li Luo attack Shen Qingwan, and how could Shen Qingwan let her succeed? It's really ridiculous.

Lin Sishen comforted herself with the sliver of reason she still had, and she tried to pull the corners of her lips apart as if she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh at the next second, because she suddenly remembered that Shen Qingwan was seriously injured in the backlash to save her Well, if Li Luo really took advantage of her unpreparedness to attack, Shen Qingwan might not be able to protect herself at all.

Damn it, her head was so painful that it was about to burst, Lin Sishen knelt down holding her head in pain, Old Chen looked at her pitifully, then leaned over to help her up, but just when his hand touched Lin Sishen's For a moment, Lin Sishen suddenly raised her head, her eyes were terrified and empty, but there was still a faint light shining.

Lin Sishen stood up and pushed Mr. Chen away, and ran out in a stumbling manner.

The bazaar is very lively, shouting vendors, men, women and children who are carrying goods and bargaining, are crowded with people everywhere.

Lin Sishen ran out of the tea shop in a daze, his face pale like a walking dead, rampaging, not avoiding the oncoming people, and ignoring the loud and cursing after knocking down people.

She no longer has the ability to think calmly, and only relies on instinct to run faster and faster along the way she came. Apart from the sound of the wind, Shen Qingwan's whispers can be faintly heard, echoing in her ears non-stop.

"Shen'er, don't you think it's all too coincidental? Why does Zhang Heng take good care of Li Luo?"

"Assassins can't be treated in the same way as ordinary people. They make a living by licking blood with their knives, so how can they give favors for no reason without asking for rewards."

"Have you ever had a slight suspicion that maybe she will betray you..."

"Since you believe her, why do you have to worry about it? I know your temperament. You may not ask some things in front of Li Luo. Even if you ask, Li Luo may not say it. It's better to let me ask her. "

Running through the long and narrow streets, the repeated voices in his ears disappeared instantly, and Lin Sishen finally stopped panting.

I saw that the closed courtyard door was wide open in front of me, looking across the courtyard full of fallen leaves, it was a wing room with a half door open.

Breathing stagnated, it seemed that even the rapid heartbeat stopped at this moment, and there was a dead silence in his ears. Lin Sishen stepped through the courtyard door cautiously with a bit of fear and a glimmer of hope, and walked slowly.

When she was still a few steps away from the wing, Lin Sishen stopped abruptly, her gaze slowly moved down dully, and landed on the stone steps in front of the threshold, where there were a few drops of scarlet blood.

Everything in front of her was spinning, as if the sky was about to collapse. Lin Sishen was a little overwhelmed by the unprecedented fear and panic. She didn't dare to move forward, and staggered back two steps.

Lin Sishen shook his head, his pale thin lips kept moving, and murmured something that he doubted even in a crying voice: "No, no."

No matter how Lin Sishen evaded, she still had to face it after all, she murmured to comfort herself, while approaching tremblingly, the moment she stood on the stone steps, she finally saw Shen Qingwan.

The house was a mess, with sword marks everywhere, Li Luo had long since disappeared, only a large scarlet bloodstain remained on the ground, and... the figure lying in the pool of blood.

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Not long after, outside the empty courtyard, a group of common people gathered slowly for some reason, staring at the open courtyard door, pointing, whispering non-stop, with blank expressions.

One of the white-haired old men hid in the crowd and looked around in fear, as if waiting for something, until there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a young man led a team of officers and soldiers hurried over.

The leader was a bearded head catcher, who saw so many people blocking the way around this small house, immediately stared impatiently and scolded: "You scumbags are still here to watch the excitement, what are you doing?" Don't wait until it has nothing to do with it and disperse quickly."

Seeing this, the onlookers had no choice but to move away and get out of the way, but they still waited to watch the excitement and refused to disperse.

The head catcher was used to such scenes, so he led his subordinates to the gate of the courtyard and took a look, then looked around and said loudly: "Who reported to the officials that there was a death lawsuit?"

The white-haired old man broke through the crowd and stood up. He nodded and bowed to show his kindness, and then hurriedly replied: "I am the official of the villain newspaper."

The catcher nodded, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on."

The white-haired old man swallowed, looked at the crowd around him, straightened his back, and explained the reason for his report. : "The villain lives next door, just before a cup of tea, the villain planned to go out to listen to an opera, but when he opened the door, he saw a woman coming out of the yard with a sword in her hand and her head was still bloody. The villain was terrified by this scene, so he turned back quickly, and through the crack of the door, the villain saw the woman standing in front of the door for a while, then stomped her feet and flew away."

The people onlookers were in an uproar, and a man sneered, shaking his head and mocking the old man: "I said, old man Ge, are you blind and mistaken? How could this man be able to fly?"

The old man turned around and glared at the man, blushing and retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, I, I have very good eyesight, but I stared at the woman flying away."

"I see you're talking nonsense again..."

"Okay, okay, stop interrupting."

The head catcher waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the dispute between the two, then looked at the old man and said, "Go on."

The old man shrank his head, grumbled dissatisfiedly, and continued: "After the woman flew away, the villain thought that she must have died, otherwise how could the sword be covered with blood, so I wanted to report it. An official, but the villain has bad legs and feet, so I entrusted my nephew, who is staying at home, to go to the Yamen to report to the official."

The head catcher nodded thoughtfully, and then told his subordinates in a deep voice: "You two stay here and watch, and no one else is allowed to approach."

After finishing speaking, he waved at the old man again: "You, come in with me and have a look."

The old man responded repeatedly, followed step by step behind the head catcher and the two officials, and a group of people walked into the yard.

After entering the yard, the head catcher looked around for a while, and then asked casually, "Do you know who lives in this yard?"

The old man stepped forward quickly, put his hands in his hands and replied respectfully: "Speaking of which, I don't even know that this courtyard is locked all the year round with no one going in and out, so I thought this courtyard was empty."

The head catcher didn't ask any more questions, and they went straight to the half-open wing room. As soon as they stepped on the stone steps, the head catcher caught a glimpse of someone in the room. Looking at the figure kneeling on the ground, he shouted, "Who are you?"

The figure didn't move, just knelt and knelt as if he didn't hear it, with something in his arms as if he was holding something in his arms. The catcher looked at the large dazzling blood stain under him, and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Officials handle the case, so hurry up and report your name."

The head catcher approached vigilantly holding the handle of the knife, walked around the man and walked in front of her, but when he saw the man's face clearly at a glance, he was shocked and froze in place.

"You are Lin...Master Lin."

Lin Sishen's chest and sleeves were covered in blood, her expression was dull, her eyes were dead silent, and she was holding a woman covered in blood in her arms. At first glance, the woman seemed to be wearing a red dress, but if you looked carefully, you could see that she was In fact, he was wearing white clothes, but half of his body was soaked in blood, and the red was a bit eye-catching.

The head catcher was so shocked by this scene that he didn't dare to take a deep breath. He hesitated and took a few steps closer. The woman in Lin Sishen's arms was hugged by her to his chest, only half of her face was exposed, but even so, she could be seen from it. What a stunning appearance.

It's really a pity, such thoughts came up inexplicably in Catcher's mind, he collected himself, saw that Lin Sishen's face was ashen as if he had lost his soul, and knew that he would never be able to get anything out of her mouth.

After thinking for a moment, Catcher squatted down cautiously, and stretched out his hand towards the woman in Lin Sishen's arms, as if he wanted to probe her.

But before he got close, there was a whisper that was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Don't touch her."

The head catcher was startled at first, and then he looked at Lin Sishen in surprise, only to see the motionless Lin Sishen slowly raised his head to look at him, his dark eyes were as scarlet as if they were soaked in fresh blood at this moment, with a sense of disbelief. Desperate and cold to the end, she looked straight at him.

"I told you not to touch her."

Lin Sishen repeated it with an accentuated tone, as if the person in front of him was an enemy he hated, and the vicious tone made people tremble with fear.

Catching the head subconsciously swallowed, and hastily withdrew his hand. For some reason, Lin Sishen in front of him gave him a trace of fear, and even took two steps back involuntarily.

Scared off the headhunter, Lin Sishen lowered her head again, her expression suddenly became gentle, she held Shen Qingwan's face carefully, wiped the blood on her face gently with her sleeve, and whispered to herself murmured.

"It's okay, everything will be fine."

Gentle drops of water kept falling on Shen Qingwan's pale face, and the tears were mixed with blood and smudged into a beautiful light red.

Lin Sishen obviously looked calm at least, but at this moment she panicked for no reason. She wiped Shen Qingwan's face at a loss, and apologized repeatedly in a crying voice: "I'm sorry, I messed up. Dirty, sorry."

After apologizing in a panic, Lin Sishen seemed to have heard something again, his eyes lit up, and he put his ear on Shen Qingwan's face suddenly, then frowned, crying and laughing as if responding, and said helplessly: " I knew you were going to call me stupid, and you see you won again."

The head catcher was listening with a chill down his spine. He clearly didn't hear anything. Could it be that Mr. Lin is... crazy?