When Wei Shiqi returned to the small courtyard, Bai Kou and Huang Qi both came forward, looking a little flustered but also a little relieved. Captain Hou of the Tianlong Gang came to Fengwei Tower in person and asked them to go there. The two were originally uneasy, not knowing who would fall into the hands of them. They all knew in their hearts that "showing off one's art but not one's body" was just a gimmick, and Fengwei Tower's Qing Dynasty In the end, all the shepherds have to sell their silver, the only difference lies in who they sell it to, whether it is "a small star in the Milky Way" or "a pear tree crushing the begonia". The person in front of me is not old yet, and he is very impressive. The young leader of the Tianlong Gang looks up to him with special eyes. He must have a bright future and can be entrusted with him for a lifetime.
Bai Kou calmed down and pointed out two packages of gifts on the table to Wei Shiqi. Just now, there was a sweet-looking maid who said that they were sent by Miss Xia and asked Mr. Yang to accept them. Wei Shiqi did not comment, and opened it casually. One package contained "Shenjing Yunwu", which smelled of tea, and the other package was tightly wrapped. At the end, it was a shaped wild ginseng. Bai Kou's eyes lit up, he covered his mouth and exclaimed. This wild ginseng is extremely rare. Although it is not big, the stems are intact and resemble a human shape. It can be used as medicine to bring people back to life.
Wei Shiqi pinched the wild ginseng, brought it to his mouth, took a bite, chewed it up and swallowed it. He didn't find it bitter. Bai Kou was slightly startled, chewing wild ginseng raw, what a waste of nature, but she knew her low status, abided by her duties, and did not show any strange expression. She silently picked up the enamel pot with flowers and birds, and poured a cup of tea for him to rinse his mouth.
The medicinal power of wild ginseng is very strong and extraordinary. As soon as it enters the stomach, it is refined by the blood. Wei Shiqi tastes the medicinal power carefully and his eyebrows move slightly. The blood seems to have increased a little. Sure enough, only such a rare thing can be worthy of it. For food. He stuffed the remaining wild ginseng into his mouth, chewed it a few times, took the tea from Bai Kou, and rushed it down his throat.
Only when you eat it is your own, Wei Shiqi didn't bother to make tea again, so he pinched the good "Shenjing Yunwu", threw it into his mouth, chewed it up like eating grass, and drank it all with the tea. Huang Qi's eyes widened when he saw it, and he hurriedly stepped forward to lend a hand, refilled the water and served tea, and then finished three pots in a row.
After all the ginseng and tea leaves were taken into his stomach, his blood energy fed back his essence, and a delicate stream of heat flowed through his body, and his injuries improved a little. Wei Shiqi estimated that the two packages of gifts sent by Xia Qian were equivalent to half of a Gelsemium snake that he had eaten alive a few days ago. They were of great benefit to the body. This gave him a hint that monsters that have become spirits are rare. , ginseng, polygonum multiflorum and other medicinal materials are not difficult to find. It just costs more money.
It was late at night and the good time should not be wasted. Wei Shiqiu waved to the two girls, hugged them to the bed and tossed them for a while before putting out the candles and falling asleep. At the fourth watch of his sleep, he suddenly opened his eyes. Beside him were the sleeping white kumquat and astragalus, breathing thinly, peacefully and properly. The window paper did not allow any light to pass through. At the darkest hour before dawn, Wei Shiqi heard the sound of fluttering feathers from the eaves, and a pigeon called "Gulu Lu" softly, as if calling for something.
He stood up quietly and stood close to the wall by the window, like clothes hanging on a nail.
After a while, the sound of killing came from not far away, bowstrings trembling, crossbows piercing the air, swords clashing, dying wails, angry shouts, making people feel that the Shura field is in the middle wall, only separated by a thin layer Window paper! Wei Shiqi smelled the smell of blood. He grinned with a serious smile on his face, clasped his index finger with his thumb, and a little bit of energy surged in his dantian, waiting for the prey to come to him.
There was a sudden loud sound of footsteps, and the attacker seemed to have given up hiding. He kicked open the door and rushed towards the bed. Wei Shiqi popped out his index finger and released his true energy, pouring it from the center of the opponent's eyebrows into his brain. The vitality disappeared in an instant, and the body collapsed, like an empty sack that had lost its support.
Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand and firmly took the crossbow that slipped from the opponent's hand. Another man in black broke in, holding a sharp sword and flicking his wrist, bursting out seven or eight erratic sword flowers. Really, protect the whole body. Wei Shiqi pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow went through the opponent's chest with a "clang", bringing out a pile of flesh and blood, and pierced deeply into the wall.
No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it can't withstand the crossbow arrows that are so close at hand. Any borrowing force to control the force or the change of reality and reality are completely useless! The man seemed to have just woken up from his dream and fell into a deeper nightmare. His eyes were in a trance. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest. He suddenly wailed and fell to the ground.
Huang Qi had been awakened early, her teeth were chattering, and she shrank into the corner of the bed, shivering. The cold moonlight shone on her face, as if it was coated with a layer of pale powder. Bai Kou was quite bold, with a strange brilliance flashing in her eyes. Follow his every move. "If you're scared, hide under the bed and don't make a sound!" Wei Shiqi dropped the crossbow, bent down to pick up the sword, and walked out of the house without looking back.
There were two corpses lying in front of the bed. The blood was so pungent that Huang Qi felt nauseated. He picked up a pillow and covered his mouth and nose, unable to help sobbing. Bai Qi patted her bare shoulder, whispered a few words of comfort, and asked her thoughtfully if she wanted to hide under the bed. Huang Qi felt embarrassed herself. She wiped away her tears on the quilt, turned her face and said anxiously: "He...he just left us alone..."
Bai Qi jumped out of bed deftly, took some clothes and threw them to Huang Qi, saying, "Don't be stupid, they are here for Mr. Sheep. As long as we hide in the house and don't make any noise, we will be fine until daybreak!"
Huang Qi didn't dare to get out of bed, and hurriedly put on his clothes. He suddenly stopped, sniffed under his nose, and muttered: "Fortunately, there was no blood on it... Uh, you mean... he deliberately lured the killer away." open?"
Bai Qi pushed her long hair back and tied it into a knot casually without making a sound.
The cool air rushed towards his face, and the pigeon's cry of "Gululu" was very close at hand. Wei Shiqi turned around and saw a pigeon with iron feathers and different eyes standing on the eaves, scratching the tiles and rattling, staring at it intently. He seemed to be identifying something.
It turned out to be Du Wei's iron-feathered pigeon with strange eyes, haunting the door, and Li Shi had a good plan - this pigeon was a nuisance after all, and he couldn't keep it! Wei Shiqi tentatively stretched out his hand. The pigeon hesitated for a moment, spread its wings and landed on his arm. Its sharp claws were like hooks, digging deeply into his flesh. He touched the little head of the pigeon, sighed, and twisted the neck with his five fingers. The pigeon with iron feathers and strange eyes was still alive and struggled desperately. Wei Shiqi brought it to his teeth, bit and sucked it, and the essence was instantly swept away. null.
The shriveled bird corpse was light and weightless. Wei Shiqi threw it casually in the corner, stopped moving, and stood quietly in the courtyard waiting for someone to come.
He was a thin and tall young man with a long sword on his back. He was dressed in white and arrogant. He didn't bother to cross the wall. He knocked lightly on the door as a greeting. Then he broke the latch and pushed the door open and stepped into the small room. hospital. He always pays attention to his every move, and appropriately displays the confidence and reserve of a swordsman. He can cut off heads and bleed without losing his composure.
The first thing he said was: "You are not our target. Go back. I don't want to hurt innocent people."
