It is said that the word sex is like a knife in the head, and the wisdom of our ancestors is not made up, but is summed up from real life.
With Zhang Daqiu's martial arts skills, even if he was drunk, he would still have warnings and premonitions when facing a life or death crisis.
Especially when the inner strength of Ye Wumian cannot be used, pulling out hairpins and piercing the throat, these seemingly small actions are actually easy to be caught, as long as you stay a little wary.
However, at this moment, the thief was completely immersed in the psychedelic and gentle countryside created by Nightless Night, and was unable to extricate himself.
Especially on the chin, he was enjoying a wonderful touch, and his mind was flying to indescribable imagination...
How can you feel the impending danger if you are so addicted?
Ouyang Xiu, a writer and martial arts master in the Northern Song Dynasty and the founder of the "Drunkard Sect", the giant of today's martial arts sect, once said, "Husbands' misfortunes are often accumulated in small things, and wisdom and courage are often trapped in drowning."
Some big figures in history have fallen into drunkenness and sex, let alone a small guy like Zhang Daqiu!
Until the sharp copper hairpin had pierced his throat, the sharp stinging sensation and the cold feeling of broken blood vessels overshadowed the anesthesia of the wine, but it still hadn't extinguished the thief's fantasy.
Zhang Daqiu even thought that this was some kind of special game.
Ye Wumian had no intention of giving him time to react. Just like how he stabbed Aunt Yang to death before, "one stab, two twists, three twists", this kind of action was repeated again.
The copper hairpin stuck in the throat, in Ye Wumian's hands, never rested, becoming a crazy weapon of destruction.
Suddenly, blood flowed like a torrent, and an astonishing blood hole opened in the middle of his throat.
Zhang Daqiu's slow reaction finally realized at this moment that this was not a game, it was simply a long-planned assassination.
The instinct of survival replaced all thinking.
He raised his right hand suddenly and clasped Ye Wumian's wrist tightly, stopping the momentum of continuing to stab his throat.
The internal force was running fiercely, and the spurting blood was immediately blocked by the internal force. The copper hairpin that could not be moved even half a step forward, could not be pulled out, and was firmly fixed in the throat.
Ye Wumian's silver teeth were almost broken, and the little flesh on his face was trembling.
Zhang Daqiu lifted off the blindfold, his eyes were full of blood-streaked hatred, and he wanted to tear Ye Wumian to pieces: "You dare to kill me?!"
A smelly and poisonous internal force was transmitted from Zhang Daqiu's hand, immediately covering Ye Wumian's Dantian and contaminating his original internal force.
Before Ye Wumian could use his internal energy freely, he was especially taboo about his poisonous palm, let alone now?
A nauseating feeling of wanting to spit out a lake penetrated deeply into his lungs.
Qi and blood surged up in his chest, the tip of his throat felt sweet, and a line of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This is the result of the blood in the chest cavity being contaminated by poisonous Qi.
The black blood slid down the chin groove and dripped onto her skirt, splattering with shocking black blood.
This bandit's reputation as the "stinky palm ruffian" is indeed well-deserved!
Ye Wumian forced a smile and said: "Ahem, how dare I kill you? Ahem, how dare you kill my husband? Isn't this still playing a game? Ahem."
The black blood choked into his trachea, irritating him and causing him to cough. He spoke intermittently.
He still refused to accept his fate and exerted force with both hands, trying to pierce the hairpin deeper and cause greater damage.
"Fuck!" Zhang Daqiu kicked Ye Wumian to the ground.
He stood up, holding the copper hairpin stuck in his throat with one hand to block the wound, and pinched Ye Wumian's neck with the other hand, anger crawling all over his body like lice.
"I'm going to break your neck!"
The bandit roared, and his voice was somewhat broken. It seemed that just now, the copper hairpin that had kept him awake all night had pierced his vocal cords.
He was coughing up blood while talking, which looked particularly terrifying, and it was difficult to exert all the force he had on his neck during the night.
But even so, this is not something that the current sleepless nights can bear.
At the time of life and death, the internal force in Ye Wumian's body was running wildly, completely becoming a power without an owner, and was divided into two parts, one part moving forward and the other part moving retrograde.
If you go straight, when you reach the Jianjing acupoint, the path is blocked, and you forcefully rush the acupoint, which will cause pain all over your body;
If you go retrograde, you will reach the Tanzhong point and there will be no way forward, so you will turn back directly.
The two internal forces met like thunder and lightning, causing many internal injuries.
Coupled with the poisonous Qi from Zhang Daqiu, Ye Wumian felt like everything was burning inside, and every part of his body was in pain.
I have never experienced such pain since I was born. Compared with this, the pain of being squeezed tightly by a big ball is nothing to mention.
In this small bamboo house, the situation became deadlocked:
There is a copper hairpin stuck in Zhang Daqiu's throat. Although he is trying hard to control it with his internal strength, he is still bleeding. It is difficult to stop for a while. Moreover, due to the large wound area and excessive blood loss, the whole person has now become a little confused. ;
The internal energy in Ye Wumian's body was disordered and contaminated by poisonous internal energy, corroding his internal organs. His throat was tightly strangled, and he was almost on the verge of death.
Compared with the two, Zhang Daqiu is still slightly better.
If handled properly, with his internal strength, it is not impossible to wait until a good doctor comes to treat him, and he can prescribe the right medicine for the throat, trachea, vocal cords, etc., and save a life.
And sleepless nights, if no miracle happens, it is a certain death.
Zhang Daqiu looked at Ye Wumian with a wicked smile on his face, and a few fragments of tissue in his throat came out of his mouth, which must have been caused by Ye Wumian's violent attack on his throat just now.
This bandit had a ferocious expression, like a devil crawling out of the grave. There were too many pieces of flesh and blood in his mouth, which made his speech slurred. However, as he lay awake at night, he still heard a few key words, "Bitch." ", "death", "master", "together", etc.
He immediately felt the increased strength on Zhang Daqiu's hand, and his neck, which was already strangled tightly, seemed to be about to break.
Wanting to breathe has become a luxury. I am afraid that the trachea will be squeezed into a line and it will no longer be able to support the passage of air. At this time, there is only one thought left in his mind: "I am going to die."
At this moment, death is no longer an unacceptable thing.
When other thoughts cease to exist, death becomes the only real and palpable state, and no judgment is involved.
There is no good, no bad, no regrets, no joy.
Just like a baby coming out of the birth canal, that cry is not a cry of nostalgia for the previous life, nor is it a howl in anticipation of the suffering in this life.
Cry, just cry.
Perhaps the doctor will say that it is to activate the cardiopulmonary function.
However, for a baby, he is just following a great instinct, the instinct of life, without adding any meaning to it.
The death instinct spread rapidly in Ye Wumian's body. He didn't even have any resistance, and his consciousness was chaotic, waiting for death to come.
