Chapter 69

Pfft...

Before Zhou Qing could react, the blood from his index finger started to spurt out.

It even made a sound!

Thinking of the introduction just now, Zhou Qing screamed.

"Help—"

Then he ran out in a panic. After all, half of his blood was going to flow out, and he didn't know if he could handle it.

If he fainted at home, no one would know.

But just as he ran outside, he remembered something and hurriedly pressed it with his hand, but the blood still splashed out.

The wound was just that small, and it didn't expand.

It seems that the speed of bleeding also has a certain relationship with the wound caused by the broken sword. Of course, the result is the same.

But one is chronic, and the other is the kind of massive hemorrhage.

"Spiritual power can't suppress the bleeding, it's actually true, this is too perverted!"

After confirming that he couldn't stop the bleeding, Zhou Qing became even more panicked.

He hurriedly ran toward Third Shixiong's place.

"Third Shixiong, Third Shixiong, open the door, I know you're inside, open the door quickly!" Zhou Qing slapped the door vigorously.

Soon, the sound of falling came from the courtyard, and then Yan Xiaohu was seen opening the door staggeringly.

Yan Xiaohu, with two dark circles under his eyes, looked at Zhou Qing with a helpless face.

"Old Four, what are you doing so early in the morning? After being attacked yesterday, I was terrified until the second half of the night, and I just fell asleep. Yes, I admit I knocked on your door several times in the morning, but it's not like we have to return the favor like this, you aren't that kind of stingy person..."

Zhou Qing grabbed Yan Xiaohu, his lips pale: "Shixiong, help."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Xiaohu immediately woke up, pulled Zhou Qing behind him, took out his broadsword, and looked outside with full alertness.

"Did they appear again so soon? They actually chased and killed us all the way here, they really look down on me, Blade Overlord Yan Xiaohu. Come out, I've already seen you, what kind of hero are you being sneaky? Your Tiger Grandpa is right here, if you have the ability, come over and fight me one-on-one—"

Yan Xiaohu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Old Four, I've already bluffed him, hurry up and send a message to Master..."

"Shixiong, no one is chasing me, no, someone is chasing me, but he has already run away, look!"

Zhou Qing interrupted Yan Xiaohu anxiously, and then hurriedly stretched out his index finger to show him.

Hearing that the other party had already run away, Yan Xiaohu finally let go of his tense heart. Afterwards, he looked at the finger that Zhou Qing stretched out in front of him, which was spurting blood, and blinked.

"What's wrong, pricked by a needle?" Yan Xiaohu asked.

Zhou Qing shook his head repeatedly and said urgently: "No, I can't stop this bleeding, and you can't do anything about it anyway. My meaning is, if I faint or have any accidents later, please Shixiong, guard by my side and help take care of me."

Hearing Zhou Qing's words, Yan Xiaohu laughed out loud.

Then, he stretched his neck and leaned in to look. Who knew that blood accidentally splashed on his face, and he hurriedly stepped back to wipe it off.

"This is really a small knife stabbing the ass—opened my eyes. Old Four, when did you become so delicate? Just stop the bleeding from such a small wound!"

After Yan Xiaohu finished speaking, he immediately took out a bandage from his storage bag and wrapped it for Zhou Qing, but soon, blood stains seeped out along the bandage.

"Eh?" Yan Xiaohu was stunned, grabbed the speed of wrapping, but it was dyed red in an instant.

"I don't believe it!" Yan Xiaohu accelerated the wrapping speed again, competing with the bleeding speed.

Seeing that a finger was wrapped to the size of a hornet's nest, Yan Xiaohu was exhausted and panting, and Zhou Qing hurriedly stopped him.

His heartbeat was accelerating now, cold sweat was breaking out all over his body, and he had already begun to show serious symptoms of anemia.

"Third Shixiong, stop wasting your effort, just take care of me later."

After Zhou Qing finished speaking with a pale face, he went straight into the room and lay down on the bed feeling dizzy.

Looking at Yan Xiaohu who followed in with a confused face, Zhou Qing said weakly: "Third Shixiong, although your house is relatively dirty and messy, it's not good to get blood on it. Get me a basin to catch it."

Zhou Qing took off the bandage on his hand and said.

Yan Xiaohu stepped forward and looked at the finger that was still spurting blood, frowned, and immediately took out two hemostatic elixirs.

"Swallow it, I don't believe it!"

Zhou Qing shook his head, his lips pale: "Third Shixiong, it's useless, you'd better help me get something to replenish blood as soon as possible."

"Don't talk nonsense, eat it quickly, it's not a way to keep bleeding like this!"

Yan Xiaohu pried open Zhou Qing's mouth and forcibly fed him the two elixirs.

"Don't worry, my hemostatic elixir is good stuff. It will take effect in at most five breaths, no, three breaths. Just wait and see, but you have to pay afterwards, after all, I bought it with money, but I can give you a fifty percent discount!"

Yan Xiaohu said, rubbing his hands in embarrassment.

One hour later!

Yan Xiaohu, who had moved a stool and sat on it, looked at the finger that was still spurting blood and couldn't recover for a long time.

Especially the copper basin below, it was almost full.

"No... such a small wound... how can it... it's strange, Old Four, Old Four, can you still hear me?"

Yan Xiaohu shook Zhou Qing gently.

But Zhou Qing was pale, his breath was weak, and he was already in a semi-confused state.

"No, find Master, if this continues, Old Four will bleed to death!"

At this moment, Yan Xiaohu was finally afraid and hurriedly sent a message to Mo Xingjian.

"Old Four, don't worry, Master will be here soon, hold on a little longer!" Yan Xiaohu comforted hurriedly.

He even greeted the ancestors of the person who launched the sneak attack for eighteen generations. What did he use to prick him, why couldn't it stop?

But as time passed, Mo Xingjian didn't come at all.

He took out his identity token again and looked at the message sent to Mo Xingjian: 【Master, Old Four's hand was pricked with a hole, and it keeps bleeding. Come quickly.】

Nothing wrong, is Master busy or didn't see it?

Afterwards, he gritted his teeth, changed to a new basin, activated the courtyard barrier, and rushed straight to Mo Xingjian's residence without stopping.

Not long after, Yan Xiaohu carried Mo Xingjian, who was still struggling, and arrived rapidly.

"Old Three, I'm telling you, Master is really busy, can't you two save me some worry every day?"

"I'll tell you quietly, the Sect Master has already sent people to protect you two in the dark. So far, no information has been received, which means no one is attacking you at all."

"Put me down first, it's really too noisy every day, isn't it just a hole pricked in the hand, how big a deal can it be, just stop the bleeding."

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When Mo Xingjian saw Zhou Qing lying on the bed, he was stunned on the spot.

At this moment, Zhou Qing's face was like paper, without any blood color, his eyes were tightly closed, but the eyeballs under his eyelids were trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

His body was motionless, only his slightly rising chest showed that he was still alive.

And a finger was still outside, spurting blood, and a copper basin was thoughtfully placed underneath.

No, there was another one next to it, which was almost full. Except for the smell of stinky feet, the whole room was filled with a thick smell of blood.

"No, why don't you stop the bleeding!"

Mo Xingjian screamed and hurriedly stopped the bleeding.

Yan Xiaohu opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain for a while.

Not long after, the master and disciple sat quietly in front of the bed, looking at the finger that was still spurting blood, and were silent together.

(End of chapter)