Chapter 137 Hell Review (Part 1)
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When Mo Tingfeng found Song Weichen, he saw the man in crimson attire, supporting his body with one hand and half pressing on her, and the other One hand was pressing her thigh, and the blood there had stained the skirt and the man's hand red.
Mo Tingfeng's eyes were filled with scarlet. He raised the knife and dropped it. The man's arm had already flown into the air, and he stabbed straight at the carotid artery. The man's eyes were so wide open that he seemed to fall out, and he fell down, clutching his throat.
After hearing the sound, four more fourteen-hole thugs came after them. After all, they were no match for Mo Tingfeng. After three strikes, five divided by two, he sent him to hell with the man in the crimson uniform.
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"Weiwei, Weiwei."
Looking at the dying little person on the bed, Mo Tingfeng's heart almost stopped. He called out tremblingly, and picked her up with great gentleness - —I can’t imagine what she went through. Her face was as pale as paper, there were purple bruises on the corners of her mouth, and the wound on her thigh was bleeding.
Feeling something strange on her back, he looked through the candlelight, his breath stagnated, and he clearly saw the shocking scar.
Song Weichen was like a candle in the wind, and Mo Tingfeng flew out of the cave at high speed. Three more Fourteenth Hole thugs with machetes appeared on the road. He raised his leg and kicked one of them away. Holding Song Weichen, he sideways dodged the other one, but the third one had already slashed at the shoulder with a knife. In the flash of lightning, he held her with both hands and was unable to do anything, so he had to use his inner strength to block the knife with his back.
At the critical moment, with a flash of cold light, a sword flew out across the air and opened the knife. The person who came was none other than Gu Cangyue. He withdrew the sword blade with his backhand. The third thug who had bullied him had already died.
“Wei Wei!”
After seeing clearly the condition of the little man in Mo Tingfeng’s arms, Gu Cangyue almost wanted to raze the ghost market to the ground.
Obviously this place is located in the middle of a mountain, with almost no wind, but his silver-like hair is flying around his clothes, as if he cannot suppress the rage raging in his body. The thugs around him were all shocked and wanted to hide when they saw him, but they were all killed by him quickly. It was obvious that he had killed him.
Gu Cangyue opened the way, Mo Tingfeng hugged Song Weichen, and soon came to the dark river, where they met Zhuang Yuheng who was escorting the Thirteen Secret Masters to show the way.
Because of the movement here, not only the thugs from the Thirty-Fourth Cave, but also the surrounding treacherous caves gathered around them and blocked them by the dark river.
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Although the three of them are not afraid of taking action at all, it is difficult for these rabble to hurt them in the slightest, but fighting will definitely take time, but Song Weichen's condition cannot be delayed at all, and he needs to be treated as soon as possible.
Before entering the ghost market, the three people drank the potion to remove magic according to the rules. At this moment, if they want to solve the battle as soon as possible, they must use magic, but if they use magic, they will explode and die - as long as Fan still has a brain. Cells can't do such stupid things.
“Cang Yue and I will fight out as soon as possible and leave Weiwei to you.”
Mo Tingfeng said and gently carried the little man in his arms to Zhuang Yuheng.
Seeing her appearance, Zhuang Yuheng's heart trembled, "Wei Wei..."
As if he heard Zhuang Yuheng calling her, Song Weichen's lips moved and he uttered a word silently, "Help... help, Those...girls."
Appreciating what she meant, Zhuang Yuheng's eyes turned hot. He was in danger but he still cared about others. He didn't know whether to call this girl stupid or kind.
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"Hold her well. Boss Shu gave me this. It's easy not to show it to others, but it can be of great use when necessary."
As he said that, Zhuang Yuheng took out a Nuo opera mask from his arms. It looked ordinary. Strange, there is only an unusual gold rim around the eyes. Except for the gold rim, it looks very much like the one Song Weichen wore that night when he and Guyu Yujie visited the Venerable Mansion for the first time.
The Thirteen Secret Masters, who were being escorted by Zhuang Yuheng, trembled when they saw this mask and looked at several people in disbelief.
"This, this, this is the mask of Suzaku, the leader of the four major owners of the ghost market!"
"You...who are you?!"
After hearing this, the three people looked at each other, and Zhuang Yuheng raised the mask high, "Who dares to stop me!"
As expected, those who were closer heard that it was the mask of the big boss Suzaku, and they all avoided it and stayed away. He still wanted to squeeze in, but was pulled tightly by the people in the circle who were retreating.
The three of them left the ghost market as quickly as possible. At the exit of Pingyang Mountain, Zhuang Yuheng handed over the Thirteen Secret Masters to Ding Heran for interrogation. While Mo Tingfeng carefully carried Song Weichen towards the spirit boat, he and Ye Wujiu briefly explained how the Grudge Breaker would deal with the aftermath. After that, the three of them quickly Take Song Weichen and leave.
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Her injuries could not wait to be dealt with back home, so the spirit boat flying to Sikong Mansion became a lifeboat.
Although Song Weichen's back was whipped over a large area, the injury was in the flesh and the amount of bleeding was controllable. What was dangerous was the wound on the leg. Perhaps it had scratched an artery and was violently raped by the man. The amount of bleeding at the moment was appalling.
Mo Tingfeng carefully sat down against the hull of the boat and placed Song Weichen in his arms. He was extremely careful to avoid touching the wound on her back, and then gently placed her injured leg Pinghao asked Zhuang Yuheng to check.
"I'm sorry."
Zhuang Yuheng said to the unconscious Song Weichen, and then tore the clothes off her legs. The wound was not big but very deep, and it was bleeding. Due to the continuous blood loss, the color of Song Weichen's lips was almost the same as the color of his face. His heartbeat was weak. If he continued like this, he might die at any time.
Before Zhuang Yuheng could speak, Gu Cangyue had already cut his wrist and continued to drip blood on the wound on Song Weichen's leg. Just like he did in Cangyue Mansion in the past, he used his own blood as coagulation to help Song Weichen stop the bleeding and heal the injury.
The few of them said nothing, and they cooperated very well. It's just that this time Zhuang Yuheng's healing spell didn't need to use the "Sky Ice Soul Condensation Technique" to put Song Weichen into a state of suspended animation. She was already about to die, but she needed to use the "Shensu Soul Resurrection Technique" plus the Yang Huancao. Come and take a breath.
When the wound on Song Weichen's leg stopped bleeding and the wound on his back began to heal, even Gu Cangyue's face turned a little pale due to the huge loss of energy and blood.
While Zhuang Yuheng pinched his wrist to heal his wound, Gu Cangyue looked at Song Weichen intently for a while, stretched out her other hand to touch her face, and kissed her forehead again - - Mo Tingfeng felt very uncomfortable, but now was not the time to care about this at all, so he could only turn his head away.
If Song Weichen was awake, she would definitely jump up and run away. She would be hugged by one person and kissed by the other. What kind of isosceles triangle human Shura field this was.
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"Help me take care of her. I will go to the upper world to find the elixir. I will be back soon."
Mo Tingfeng nodded solemnly, Gu Cangyue stood up and recognized He turned around and flew away.
“The more medicine that generates blood to strengthen the foundation and nourish the spirit, the better!”
Before Gu Cangyue disappeared, Zhuang Yuheng shouted after him, and then he walked to Mo Ting Beside Feng, he looked at the unconscious little man quietly. He raised his hand for a moment, Zhuang Yuheng's fingertips were glowing, and he gently swept the bruises on the corners of her mouth. The corners of the lips injured by the Thirteen Secret Masters immediately returned to their original state.
"Little girl, you are really in trouble. How could you be kidnapped to that damn place when you are so good?"
Hearing this, Mo Tingfeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He will definitely do this. Find out whoever is behind the scenes, he will definitely make that person irrecoverable.
"I'm afraid I have to stay at your place for a while to recuperate this time. Before Weiwei's body recovers, I'll lend you your place to handle urgent business. Don't you object?"
"My objection is valid. "?"
Zhuang Yuheng muttered, "I heard it at the entrance of the ghost market just now, asking them to come to Sikong Mansion to discuss matters with you recently, but you didn't ask me for my opinion at that time. ”
Seeing that Mo Tingfeng was noncommittal, Zhuang Yuheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and just stared at Song Weichen.
"If you ask me, Weiwei's matter is of top priority. Let's investigate this matter clearly first! Also, the secret agent of your house has really neglected her duty. Look at what she has become..."
"You don't know anything about Lao Zhuang. In that kind of environment, the biggest role of a hidden stake is to try to change the predetermined plan of the speaker without revealing the identity. Just now Wujiu has told me the situation. That person ...Well done."
"It's the three of us who save people, but you two are the ones who kill everyone, okay! Anyway, there is plenty of time along the way. Come and tell me, there are hidden dangers in your house. What did you do?”
“…The injury on Weiwei’s back was caused by An Zhuang.”