Second point, if Zhao Qingsong misses and fails to kill Tongyou, what will happen to him?
Thinking of all the uncontrollable consequences, Bai Hanlu couldn't help sweating her palms!
When it comes to other things, who can be careless, but who can't care about their own life?
Bai Hanlu felt that her brain was like a stick blown by a storm, turning into a puddle and unable to turn around.
Zhao Qingsong said: "It doesn't matter. As long as I, Zhao Qingsong, am not dead, you can choose to cooperate with me at any time. This matter is of great importance. You can think about it slowly and tell me when you understand it."
In just a few breaths, Bai Hanlu's hair was already soaked with sweat. It wasn't that the temperature was too high, but that his brain was a little overheated.
Bai Hanlu stood up, waved her hands, and said, "Let me think about it." She then staggered and limped away.
Zhao Qingsong looked at Bai Hanlu's back with a winning smile on his lips.
Zhu Miaoying, who had been listening, asked: "I understand, if this Bai Hanlu agrees to you, we can escape, right?"
Zhao Qingsong chuckled and said: "If there is a choice, things are still unpredictable. Unfortunately, Bai Hanlu doesn't have a choice, so we only have a few days to escape."
Zhu Miaoying said with longing: "Really? I always feel that what you say is like a dream. I am so afraid that we will not be able to escape and die in this car. I have always had nightmares in the past few days, and I am terrified. .”
Zhao Qingsong raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? What nightmare did you have? I said you have been shaking in your sleep these past few days. I thought you were cold. Is it because of the nightmare?"
"I dreamed...I dreamed...I dreamed that I died, and you died too. We were all chained up by bull heads and horse faces, and we were going...to hell..."
Thinking of the nightmare, Zhu Miaoying was so frightened that she burst into tears as she spoke. She crawled into Zhao Qingsong's arms and trembled like a kitten.
Zhao Qingsong patted her back gently and said decisively: "How can it be so easy to kill me, Zhao Qingsong? If Bai Hanlu doesn't agree to my conditions within two days, I will forcefully smash this prison car and take you to escape." Get out! Huh! As long as Tongyou doesn't come, even these little guys can't keep me!"
In fact, this idea has been lingering in Zhao Qingsong's mind for a long time. The reason why he did not forcefully break open the prison car and escape was because he had Zhu Miaoying with him.
His hands and feet are now chained with large iron chains, so it is not difficult to break open the wooden prison cart.
But it was basically impossible to break free of this arm-thick chain.
With these hand and foot shackles, if he wanted to escape alone, it would be more than enough, but with Zhu Miaoying, he would be a little unable to do so.
If one thing goes wrong, she will definitely be fine, and Zhu Miaoying may be injured again or lose her life!
He will never allow this!
Therefore, it is a bad idea to forcefully smash the prison car and escape.
Zhao Qingsong has been thinking about how to escape after breaking the shackles on his hands and feet.
After careful research, he found that none of the outer disciples had the keys to the hand and foot shackles. There was no need to ask. The hand and foot shackles must be specially made. Only people with strong kung fu skills like him were qualified to use them. Since the key doesn't even belong to Bai Hanlu, it's obvious that the key only belongs to the leader of this group - Tongyou!
After seeing through Bai Hanlu's murderous intention towards Tongyou, Zhao Qingsong has been creating opportunities for himself to kill Tongyou himself, because only in this way can he get the key to the shackles.
After the shackles were opened, Tongyou was dead again. Who else among this group of people could pose a threat to him?
At that time, he can take Zhu Miaoying and leave here calmly.
The idea is good, but reality always brings surprises.
After entering Shanxi Province, Zhao Qingsong was afraid of long nights and many dreams, so he set a deadline, which was two days later.
If Tongyou still couldn't be killed after two days, then it was impossible. Although running away was extremely risky, he could only make a desperate move!
Sitting back and waiting for death has never been Zhao Qingsong's style.
But this time things went surprisingly smoothly.
When it was getting dark, Bai Hanlu appeared again.
Although his butt was injured, he still came to escort the prison car where Zhao Qingsong was in personally.
On the bumpy mountain road, Bai Hanlu was not only not worried about the pain in her butt, but also happily hummed a ditty.
Zhao Qingsong was also in a good mood. While gently patting Zhu Miaoying as she fell asleep, she secretly planned her next move.
In the middle of the night, when the people and horses were exhausted, Bai Hanlu deliberately tightened the horse rope, pulled the prison car far behind the team, and said to Zhao Qingsong in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, I have already arranged the matter. We will arrive at Heiling at dawn." After the child is born, we will take action."
Zhao Qingsong nodded, took the wine gourd handed over by Bai Hanlu, pulled out the stopper and smelled it, and there was an extremely intoxicating smell of blood coming from the gourd.
It turns out that the gourd is filled with a large gourd of blood.
I don’t know if it’s pig blood, chicken blood, or human blood?
Zhao Qingsong immediately understood Bai Hanlu's intention of handing him a gourd of blood and asked, "Where's that guy?"
Bai Hanlu turned around and gave Zhao Qingsong a meaningful look and said, "I will hand it to you personally when the time comes."
Zhao Qingsong nodded, wrapped the blood gourd in the straw in the car and hid it, then leaned on the prison car with Zhu Miaoying in his arms and closed his eyes to rest.
The long night passed slowly.
When the eastern sky turned fish-belly white, the convoy finally arrived at the new camping spot - Heilingzi.
After traveling all night, everyone in the carriage team has basically reached their limit. Some of the outer disciples put down their saddles and fell asleep in the tents that they had set up without even bothering to eat.
Zhao Qingsong poured a large part of the blood from the blood gourd on his robe, neck and prison car.
Then he took another small mouthful in his mouth, and then let out an earth-shattering cough.
At the first few sounds, Bai Hanlu pretended not to know, and just concentrated on unloading the horse pulling the prison cart from the prison cart, and then tied the horse to the forest aside to graze.
Zhao Qingsong let out another earth-shattering cough and spat out the blood in his mouth.
By coincidence, some of the blood spurted onto the face of Bai Hanlu, who was busy at the side.
Bai Hanlu couldn't help but became furious and cursed angrily: "You surnamed Zhao, are you looking for death? Are you impatient with life?"
The busy outer sect disciples all raised their heads when they heard Bai Hanlu's angry scolding.
Some outer disciples who were nearby came over to see what was going on?
Zhao Qingsong made several weird twitching movements, took the opportunity to pour blood into his palm, then pretended to cover his mouth with his palm, and took the blood into his mouth.
He waved his bloody hand to Bai Hanlu and said with all his strength: "No...it's nothing, right...right...I'm sorry, I..." Unable to hold it any longer, he took a puff and sprayed again. A big mouthful of blood foam came out!
Everyone was shocked and dumbfounded.
How much blood is there on one person? Who can bear it?
Just now, Zhao Qingsong had to spray out a bowl of blood. According to this spraying method, wouldn't all the blood in his body have to be sprayed out after a while?
Bai Hanlu wiped the blood from her face, showing a frightened expression, and said anxiously: "Zhao Qingsong? What's wrong with you? What disease do you have?"
Zhao Qingsong's body twitched wildly and unnaturally, and he covered his mouth with his hands, but the blood still couldn't be suppressed and poured out from between his fingers!
"No...it's nothing. I...I have tuberculosis...I have tuberculosis. I will be fine in a moment...okay..." Zhao Qingsong said intermittently and with great difficulty.
Someone exclaimed in shock: "It's tuberculosis! Tuberculosis spurts out so much blood, it's hopeless!"
"Consumption! I've long seen this kid look sick because of his skinny appearance. So he's really sick?"
Someone else shouted: "Tuberculosis is contagious. Stay away, everyone, so you don't get infected!"
When many of the outer disciples who came over heard this, they couldn't help but take several steps back and did not dare to move forward.
The outer disciples who came from behind asked questions one after another, and the one in front vividly described to the newcomer that Zhao Qingsong was suffering from tuberculosis, and even the lung leaves were spurting out, and he was about to die!
The story about the fairy riding a donkey became more and more strange. From word to word, it was said that Zhao Qingsong was about to die, but be sure not to get close to prevent him from hurting others when he spirals into the sky and explodes!
