But the injuries all over his body, coupled with his series of violent movements, eventually caused Peng Liang to lose too much blood.
As his mind tightened and relaxed, Peng Liang's vision went dark before he could walk over to Peng Liang's jumping figure. He let out a soft cry and rolled down.
…
When she heard movement on the hillside, Di Ying closed her eyes and did not move.
It wasn't until the four dead soldiers jumped up that he slowly sat up.
One of the dead men went over to check. Di Ying got up and wanted to follow, but was stopped.
He said: "I know some medical skills, and the sound should sound like that of an injured person. Your target is only me, and I can't run away. Let me save someone, and you should also accumulate some merit. , the road to hell can be brighter, right?"
Seeing the dead soldiers hesitating.
Di Ying continued with a sincere face: "You are dead warriors, not killers. There is no need to commit more killings. In your next life, you don't want to be a dead warrior anymore, right? You all want to have a wife and children and live in peace, right? That's all. Accumulate some good fortune."
After hearing what he said, the one who was obviously the leader among the dead soldiers, the one who slapped Di Ying in the face with the back of his knife, waved his hand at him expressionlessly.
Di Ying clasped her hands together, expressed her gratitude to the man, and then followed the explorer in the direction of the sound.
It was indeed a human being, a rather seriously injured one.
Di Ying touched her body and saw that the gold needle bag had been taken away.
He rubbed his face, put on a wry smile, and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "That's a golden needle, just for saving people. Can you give it back to me first? The one that can't hurt anyone."
What's more, if you look at me, look at me, let alone a golden needle, even if you give me a golden knife, if you stand there and let me cut it, I can't cut it.
Give it back to me first, and we good people will fight to the end, okay? "
The dead soldier who led the way looked at him, his expressionless face like a dead fish twitching slightly.
"Wait!"
After saying a few words, he turned back to find their leader to get the golden needle.
Di Ying said a few words of thanks to the man's back, then turned his head, squatted down, and checked the injuries of the person on the ground.
There was a hint of joy in his eyes.
The grass near this hill is flourishing, and no one has ever walked here...
Afterwards, when the golden needles were brought over, Di Ying asked them to help carry the person to the brazier so that he could treat the patient under the light.
And with his methodical treatment, the dead soldiers had to listen to his instructions, helped get water, and even posted the gold medicine that they and others carried with them.
They thought: Anyway, they would die here. Since they agreed to save people, they might as well use all these medicines and so on.
What if I can, like Mr. Di said, have a peaceful afterlife, even if I don't have to be a dead soldier anymore?
Moreover, watching Master Di administer three injections, the patient's bleeding was stopped.
Then watch Master Di rinse the patient's wound with clean water, take out the needle and thread from the compartment of the gold needle bag, sew up the patient's wound, apply medicine, and bandage it like a naughty girl...
Quite magical.
"Master Di, you...are you a god?"
A dead soldier couldn't help but asked. The living dead, flesh and bones, are gods, right?
Di Ying smiled "haha".
He shook his head without replying and continued busy.
The expressions of several dead soldiers have changed slightly.
Seeing that the patient's vital signs had stabilized, Di Ying stood up and went to the other side of the small valley and the stream flowing along the rocks to clean his hands.
The weeds beside the creek were also very lush, swaying gently with the wind, as if waving to him.
And none of the dead soldiers followed him anymore.
Di Ying's phoenix eyes were slightly bent.
And when he went back to the brazier, there was even a dead man who took the initiative to pour a bowl of hot water and handed it to him.
Previously, in order to save people, Di Ying asked them to dig out the kettle from the carriage and sit in the brazier to boil water.
Now, they automatically and consciously dug out the tea bowls and poured them over.
Di Ying took it with both hands and looked at them one by one. sit down.
After a breath, Di Ying said with a serious expression and a slightly faster speech: "Sorry, you have been poisoned by the poison I gave. But it is not fatal. You will wake up after lying down for two hours. I hope you can think about it for yourself. .
Ma Guangjin has harmed countless people, and you know it better than me. And those who were harmed by him were all old and young.
Those people originally lived a peaceful and peaceful life. Even if they suffered a little, the family was still intact.
It is because of officials like Ma Guangjin that there are more orphans and more people like you.
You are dead soldiers, without your own emotions and family.
But now that Ma Guangjin is dead, if you continue to bury him in vain, you will be wasting the skills you have learned so hard.
Do you have murderers on your hands too? If you don't understand, go and die. How will the judge of the underworld sentence you? Do you want to be a dead soldier again in your next life?
Live, leave a useful body, and go to atone for the sins of those who were harmed by Ma Guangjin and you.
You came to this world innocently, and you have to leave innocently in order to exchange for a peaceful life in the next life. "
When several people heard that they had been poisoned, they were frightened and wanted to draw a knife.
But as soon as his hand touched the handle of the knife, the man fell to the ground and lost his strength.
After listening to what Mr. Di said, I felt instinctive fear...
Suddenly disappeared.
"Thank you, Master Di."
Someone murmured and closed his eyes.
Suddenly I felt very relaxed and relaxed.
I have never felt so relaxed in my life.
Deep in my heart, the real emotions that had been blocked by layers suddenly surged and overflowed like a dam that had released its flood.
They are human beings too...
Finally someone treats them as adults...
Di Ying looked at them and sighed inwardly.
Some of the grass on the ground can send people away directly.
In the end, he had no intention of killing and felt pity for these dead soldiers.
They are like knives, used by their master. From the time I received training at a very young age, my personal thoughts have been closed. They can't even control their emotions.
When the master dies, the knife will also be broken.
But how could he define the knife itself in terms of pure good or bad?
When they helped him and their expressions finally changed, Di Ying decided to let them go. Let them do more good things.
Di Ying took out two more blades of grass from his sleeves, took the grass leaves and put them in his mouth.
This is the antidote.
If he doesn't eat anymore, he won't have the strength himself.
He quietly threw the poisonous weeds he had collected into the brazier, and the smoke emitted from the burning prevented anyone present from escaping.
He was able to persist for a while because he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief when treating the patient.
As for the patient…
