Liang Yuanque on the side was stunned when he saw this scene.
"Sister, why don't you think of me when this happens?"
Zhuang Youjie was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. The last time he was so close to a woman was...
Bah, he never did!
Fusha's kiss was not a subtle and subtle kiss, but a deep kiss, and even used his tongue to pry Zhuang Youjie's lips apart.
Immediately, Zhuang Youjie understood the purpose of her move, because she used her tongue to stuff a hard metal object into Zhuang Youjie's mouth.
After Fusha achieved his goal, he pushed Zhuang Youjie away and said to him quickly,
"Run!"
While he was still dazed, Fusha opened his arms and ran towards the pursuers behind him.
Liang Yuanque grabbed Zhuang Youjie and said, "Don't dwell on it, run away!"
The pursuers behind him started talking loudly in Shuizhai dialect. Judging from the tone, it was definitely not a good word, while Fusha let out a sharp laugh.
Zhuang Youjie controlled himself not to look back, bit the thing in his mouth tightly, and ran after Liang Yuanque.
Fusha did not help them stop the pursuers, and the people behind him chased them again.
Zhuang Youjie's ankle was so painful that it was numb, and he could no longer feel the existence of his entire foot. Liang Yuanque pulled him around and asked him,
"Where to run next?"
It was very dark, and Zhuang Youjie's brain was like a ball of mush. He worked very hard to figure out, "This way!"
The pursuers behind them came after them. Zhuang Youjie was dragged by Liang Yuanque and flew past wooden buildings. At the end of the blue brick road, they saw the river reflecting the moonlight.
How exciting this was. After Liang Yuanque pulled him and ran out of the village, he was stunned before he could get excited.
There is no sign of Mr. Wonton around here at all.
Zhuang Youjie shouted, "What's going on? He doesn't want us anymore!"
Liang Yuanque stepped on the ground, "This is not the direction we came in from!"
Zhuang Youjie looked at the ground in panic. There was no white dividing line as far as he could see.
After all, he pointed in the wrong direction.
The people behind him caught up with him, and Liang Yuanque couldn't think of a way to deal with it, so he could only pull Zhuang Youjie and run towards the river.
However, at this time, someone behind him threw an invisible weapon, as if he was afraid that they would swim away and wanted to knock them out.
In the flash of lightning, Liang Yuanque pushed Zhuang Youjie away. Because of his movement, the blue-black stone weapon hit his shoulder.
The person who threw the weapon must have used a lot of strength. After Liang Yuanque was hit, he was carried directly into the Luochuan River with the remaining force.
Huge splashes of water bloomed on the calm river, and Zhuang Youjie's ears were filled with only a loud sound of water.
He fell to the ground in a daze, watching the water quickly rise up and fall down just as quickly.
Soon, the thick black river surface became calm again, with only the broken moonlight still swaying slightly.
Zhuang Youjie looked at the people behind him in horror. They seemed to see that he had no ability to resist, and they did not come to arrest him.
It was like looking at a dying little prey.
Zhuang Youjie hated himself extremely at this moment. Although he was born in a city surrounded by water, he never learned to swim.
He thought of Liang Yuanque's way of blocking the knife for him before, clenched his fists and stood up.
Before the accident that year, he had briefly learned to swim and was already quite good at swimming in shallow water.
Although he didn't know how deep the Luo Chuan River was in front of him, he thought he couldn't just watch Liang Yuanque sink like this without saving him.
Based on your previous experience, you can splash in the water a few times, right?
Thinking this, Zhuang Youjie shouted to encourage himself, and then jumped into the river.
The people in Shuizhai behind them didn't seem to expect that this timid-looking man could actually be so angry and would "rather die than surrender"!
Zhuang Youjie regretted it after jumping in. He was recalling the skills he had learned before in the water. After just a few splashes, he was violently cramped by the cold river water.
He fluttered a few times and vaguely saw the people in the water village on the shore shaking their heads, sighing and turning away.
It's over. When his strength was exhausted and he sank, he thought pessimistically. Now he would see Liang Yuanque's eyes roll on the road to hell.
When he regained consciousness, he found darkness in front of him.
Is this what the underworld is like? What age is it, can’t the King of Hell allocate some money to install a few lights?
His body was very cold, and he struggled to move, and found that there was someone leaning on his shoulder.
He reached out and touched the wet long hair, which turned out to be Liang Yuanque.
"Don't touch him, let him rest, he's exhausted." Uncle Wonton's voice came from the darkness.
Only then did Zhuang Youjie realize that there was someone sitting opposite him.
The dark place they came out of was actually the cabin of the boat. If you listened carefully, you could still hear the sound of oars paddling across the river outside.
"What's going on?" Zhuang Youjie couldn't understand the situation and asked Uncle Wonton blankly.
"Before he faints, let me take you to the clinic in the town." The uncle answered him.
It turned out that Liang Yuanque could swim. After he fell into the river, he wanted to use this method to confuse the people in Shuizhai.
He was diving below when he heard a splash. Zhuang Youjie entered the water like a cannonball. He splashed twice in the water and then sank.
After the Shuizhai people left, Liang Yuanque pulled him and swam in the direction of Uncle Wonton. After landing, he told the uncle a few words and then fainted.
The uncle found a familiar boatman and transported them to Luo Chuanshui Town next door to find a clinic.
Zhuang Youjie spit out the object he had been shouting about. It was too dark in the cabin to see clearly what it was.
He touched it roughly and felt that it was a small metal pocket watch, but he did not hear the sound of the needle moving when he put it to his ear.
The boat docked quickly. The boatman stabilized the boat. Zhuang Youjie and the uncle carried Liang Yuanque ashore and went straight to the clinic that the uncle knew.
The clinic here is smaller than Uncle Mu Su's medical clinic. It is just a small private house. The owner of the house is a doctor, so it is both the owner and the doctor.
The doctor has never studied medicine systematically and relies on some experiences passed down from generation to generation in his family to treat simple injuries.
The doctor got some blood-activating plaster and applied it to Zhuang Youjie. He couldn't see Liang Yuanque's condition anymore, so he could only let him lie on the bed and give him some qi-tonifying Chinese medicine based on experience.
Zhuang Youjie finally had time to look at what Fusha gave him. It looked very much like a pocket watch, but it was much smaller.
This object is made of copper and can be opened in the middle. After opening, a folded note pops out.
Zhuang Youjie was about to pick up the note when he found a small, cropped photo in the copper box.
The man in the photo looked familiar. He thought hard and remembered the photo of the corpse.
The man in this photo is Wang Ming!
So, this is Wang Ming’s thing?
