Back Off, Let Me Come

Qi Shan arrived before Shen Tang.

When Shen Tang arrived, Kang Shi's tent was already full of people. Kang Nian sat in a corner in a daze, while Qi Shan sat beside Kang Shi's bed, holding his hand tightly, his face empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Shen Tang approached him, but he didn't react.

"How is Ji Shou?"

Shen Tang signaled others not to be polite, lifted his skirt and sat on a low stool beside the bed. The military doctor Xinglin and Qi Miao were taking pulses in turn. Everyone's face was heavy, and the situation was obviously not optimistic. Qi Miao suppressed his emotions and tried to make his voice sound normal: "The heart pulse is weak and suspended, and the beating is chaotic... Just now, there are, there are signs of rootlessness, tastelessness, and lack of spirit... This pulse is the leakage of the true internal organs' qi... The pulse is dead..."

Qi Miao uttered the word "dead pulse" with difficulty.

Shen Tang felt his heart sink hard, as if an invisible force had drained all his strength. She was glad that she was sitting at the moment. If she stood, she would not be able to stand steadily.

She took a deep breath secretly.

She tried to calm her mind.

She asked again: "How is Weiheng's condition?"

In order to facilitate care, Yu Zi was arranged on a bed behind a screen. Yu Zi's great uncle was sitting next to the screen, with a hunched back, and his back was full of a strong breath of death. Overnight, his hair turned completely white.

Qi Miao lowered his voice: "Same."

The two of them almost showed signs of dead pulse at the same time.

Anyone who knows a little about medical theory knows that once dead pulse appears in a seriously ill and elderly person, it indicates that the disease is serious, the life span is about to end, the chance of survival is extremely slim, and human power is unable to save the situation. Shen Tang naturally understood this common sense. At this moment, she only hated that she was not strong enough and could only sit here and ask a few meaningless questions.

Whether it was Kang Shi or Yu Zi, she could not keep them.

Shen Tang closed her eyes and suppressed the heat in her eyes.

She suddenly thought of someone: "Where is the high priest of Jimo?"

Qi Miao said: "I have sent someone to invite him."

In fact, it would not be of much use even if he invited him.

During the two days when Yu Zi was unconscious, Kang Shi had found Jimo Qiu for her. Jimo Qiu gave a way out of the situation, which was to take another step forward. One step forward would open up a new world, but one step back would lead to death. Even if he took action, he could only make Yu Zi into a corpse specimen.

Not only Yu Zi, but also Kang Shi.

The perfect ceremony for these two can only be coexistence and co-death.

In order not to interfere with Kang Shi's judgment, Jimo Qiu did not point this out, but just said: [I can't do it, and the doctor Xinglin can't do it. The only person who can save Yu Nujun is Kang Shangshu. You just have to make the most correct choice and listen to your heart. ]

Jimo Qiu was still guarding here yesterday. He went out this morning for something, saying that he was entrusted to deliver the cow of that family.

When he came, he still smelled of the cowshed.

The dirt on his hands had not been wiped off yet.

Seeing the situation in the tent, he knew what was going on.

The Xinglin doctor who accompanied the army often discussed with him the advantages and disadvantages of Gu Shu and medical skills and the combination plan. They walked close to each other, so he came over and immediately made way for Jimo Qiu to check the two unconscious patients. Jimo Qiu frowned when he saw it.

Qi Shan finally came to his senses and grabbed his wrist.

"High Priest, you can do it, right?"

"I can understand Qi Zhongshu's feelings. It's just that our clan's views on life and death are very different from those of ordinary people."

He really couldn't give Qi Shan any guarantee.

If it were Kang Shi and Yu Ziga, he could help their souls open a small door on the side of God, and death is also a new life.

However, no one obviously liked to hear this.

"No more requests, let them survive."

Jimo Qiu asked seriously: "What form is fine?"

Everyone present couldn't help but think of Gong Shuwu's skeleton appearance.

Qi Shan panted and said, "Of course, as long as he——"

"Qi Yuanliang!"

Two male voices interrupted Qi Shan's words at the same time.

Yu Zi's great uncle did not continue to speak, but his eyes became sharper and angry. He naturally wanted Wei Heng to survive, but he knew that Wei Heng would never accept the reality. She did not want to be a heretic, and did not want to lose her power and become an ordinary person who could be bullied by others. Forcibly retaining her would only make her completely crazy.

Kang Nian exhaled and tried to calm himself.

"Respect him for once."

He said this, but his heart was dripping with blood.

He seemed to be pulled back to the nightmare of the past. His father and twin brother passed away one after another. Despair shrouded his head. He was entrusted with the pressure of carrying the beam without warning. Everyone counted on him, but he had no confidence. That kind of panic still haunted him in his dreams many years later.

When he reached middle age, he thought he had walked out of the haze.

But he did not expect his younger brother to leave him too.

Although Kang Jishou was healthy and in good years, he wanted to leave his blood relatives for the so-called guilt. How cruel and willful! He would rather Kang Jishou died on the battlefield, or died in a corner when he ran away from home, than seeing this scene.

If he forced Kang Shi to stay, Kang Nian couldn't imagine how disappointed the latter would be after waking up. It would be like a slow death to himself.

This short sentence made Qi Shan explode instantly.

"What respect? Respect for what?"

What respect did Kang Jishou talk about with him for a bad plan?

If he was to let him live, he, Kang Jishou, would dare to die!

People rarely see Qi Shan so violent and out of control, and they were shocked for a moment. Gu Chi rubbed the blue veins on his forehead, and the voice in the tent made him uncomfortable more than ever. But he couldn't show it, and he had to be wary of these people.

What should he be wary of?

Be wary of them fighting on the spot.

Qi Shan said with fierce eyes: "Let them live!"

Jimo Qiu said gently: "Wait a little longer."

Qi Shan: "What are you waiting for? Wait until these two bodies are cold?"

"Wait until they complete the ceremony and fail completely. If I take action now, it's equivalent to taking away their test papers." This death is too unfair, and Jimo Qiu is unwilling to do such a harmful thing. Qi Shan was blocked by Jimo Qiu's words.

He could only turn around in a hurry, restless.

Seeing that everyone wanted to disrespect the parties involved, Gu Chi brought up the old matter again: "Why don't we use my suggestion and just cripple both of them? At least one life can be saved, and the cultivation can be slowly restored in the future. How about this?"

It's better than letting Jimo Qiu turn these two into non-humans.

Gong Shuwu's state is cool, but it doesn't conform to the current aesthetics. It's better to hang out in the military camp on weekdays, but he won't scare a lot of people when he goes out on the street. Then, he was stared at by Uncle Yu Zi.

Everyone couldn't make up their minds and looked at Shen Tang.

Shen Tang asked Jimo Qiu: "Are they still taking the assessment?"

Jimo Qiu nodded: "Well, it doesn't seem to be going well."

Shen Tang asked again: "Can you see it?"

"If your highness is concerned, I can help with the 'dream-inducing technique'." The so-called "dream-inducing technique" in Jimo Qiu's mouth is to use divine power to project the memories in people's minds. This kind of word spirit is the ultimate means of interrogating prisoners in the Ministry of Justice. The effect is more overbearing, and the prisoners being tortured can't resist it at all. The mentally fragile prisoners may even become demented if they are unlucky.

Kangnian objected: "How can this be done?"

In everyone's cognition, how can innocent people be punished?

When Jimo Qiu guaranteed that this technique had no harmful negative effects, Kangnian looked at his younger brother Kangshi, whose eyes were closed and lips were blue, and could only nod in agreement. After hesitating, Yu Zi's great-uncle also agreed: "Perform the technique, I will take one last look at her."

Jimo Qiu: "..."

He didn't say to let everyone watch.

Seeing that His Highness also misunderstood, Jimo Qiu could only make the best of a mistake. As he performed the "Dream Inducing Technique", countless strands of illusory silver threads emerged from the tops of Kangshi and Yu Zi's heads little by little, and at first glance it looked like smoke coming out of their heads. Not long after, these silver threads gathered into a small cloud in the air. The cloud took on a strange one-eyed shape. Jimo Qiu scratched the one-eyed cloud with his wooden stick, creating a shallow crack, like a small crack in a human eye.

The two eyes opened suddenly.

They were two completely different pictures.

The same thing was that both pictures seemed to be looking for someone.

"Whose perspective is this?"

Whose could it be?

The answer was obvious.

Not only was there a picture, but there was also a hazy voice.

It was just a strange thing - they thought it was Kang Shi's memory, and the picture also showed the building of Kang Shi's ancestral home, but the voice was Yu Zi's. The scenery in the picture kept fluctuating, and the owner of the perspective was looking for something on the roof. After a while, the owner of the perspective stopped. The perspective was fixed on a wooden building hung with various silks. The windows on the second floor of the building were wide open, and the laughter of the couple floated out, mixed with the laughter of the teenagers...

Kangnian's face suddenly became strange.

He naturally knew this building.

When he was young, he went here to arrest people several times.

Who to arrest, of course, needless to say.

His younger brother who hangs out in casinos and places of entertainment every day.

If he doesn't gamble a few times a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Kang Nian regretted watching these things. Kang Jishou died without a clean name. He prayed that the scene would pass by here as soon as possible, but the viewer did not do as he wished. He jumped and lurked next to the second floor of the building.

Carefully peeked at the scene inside.

Although it was daytime, the interior architecture exuded a decadent and romantic taste. The screen was half-hidden, and a young man with thin clothes could be vaguely seen. He stepped on the table with one foot and shook the dice in his hand. Opposite him were four or five women with heavy makeup, whispering something together. The boy threw the dice.

As expected, he lost.

The boy was angry: [There is something wrong with this dice. ]

Several women smiled and said: [My dear, don’t play anymore. If you continue to play, you may leave your calf-neck pants here and go out naked. I know you feel sorry for your sisters who come to give money, but this is not how you should be a boy who gives money away...]

The boy was even more angry: [Come again, come again. ]

The woman said: [Let's change the way to play.]

The boy pricked up his ears: [How to play?]

The woman pulled off a scented handkerchief, covered the boy's eyes, and said with a smile: [I heard that you have amazing hearing, why don't you catch us sisters. If you can catch it within an incense stick of time, you win, if you can't catch it, you lose. My dear, what do you think of this?]

The boy tied the handkerchief tighter: [OK!]

Of course, he didn't catch anyone.

Kangnian had covered his eyes with both hands.

He knew that his younger brother was a playboy, and his two major hobbies were gambling and looking at beauties. As long as he didn't stay overnight and didn't hurt his body, it didn't matter if he just lost some money, but he didn't expect these embarrassing things to be made public! At this time, he heard the boy say: [I caught my wife - hey, sister, why is your waist so thick?]

[Do you want to see who I am?]

Immediately afterwards, an unfamiliar cold male voice sounded.

Everyone is unfamiliar with this, but Ning Yan is very familiar with it.

She raised her head suddenly, her pupils suddenly constricted.

I saw the young man hugging another older young man, pulling off the veil, and hurriedly pushed him away, half-heartedly: [Xingning, you really made me wait--]

Yan'an: [I came here as soon as I received your message. I came late. It's my fault that it was hard to find the place you ordered. It’s not easy for me to avoid so many people. If I let my father and future in-laws know...]

His legs could be broken.

The young man lazily sat down and leaned against his desk: [Are you planning to get married? 】

[She is the female queen of the Ning family. 】

Yan'an smiled peacefully, obviously liking his fiancée from the bottom of his heart. The young man was tossing the dice up and down, sitting with a bold posture. The women had already left one step ahead, leaving space for the two of them.

Yan'an looked at his bohemian bastard look and sighed: "I have heard a little bit about what happened in the house... It's just that you are looking for fun during the filial piety period... you are really a bastard. Didn't Kang Bosui beat you?" 】

The young man pointed at his cheek: [He loosened two of my teeth. 】

Yan'an changed the subject and asked him what he wanted from him.

【Please do me a favor. 】

Yanan was not busy and agreed: [What are you busy with? 】

The young man raised his eyes and revealed his dark eyes full of murderous intent. There was no clue that he was the one who was just gambling and playing around: [That family wanted to find a future for their eldest son and had always wanted to become a disciple of the banquet master. I hope I can borrow your name to get him out! 】

After saying that, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Yan'an only asked: "How many do you want to kill?" 】

[Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and I want the lives of his father and son! 】

Yan'an thought for a while and took off the private seal on his waist.

This private seal is as important as his Wen Xin monogram.

[Take it and remember to return it when you’re done using it. 】

Yan'an didn't like to stay in this kind of place for a long time, and he couldn't bear to see the young man degenerate here: [You have figured it out, come to the royal capital. Father has always been very optimistic about you, your talent should not be buried like this. 】

The young man avoided looking: [I'll think about it again. 】

Yan'an said again: "You rarely come to this kind of place." I know you think it's the same if you lose money to anyone. You come to them to see how much help you can get by losing to them. These women are not what they want to be in the entertainment industry, and they all have their own difficulties, but your move is not the right way. 】

The young man said: [Don’t lecture me. 】

Yan'an: [If you really want to change, come to the capital to study. 】

The young man curled his lips: [It sounds like you understand me very well. I just like to see good colors and bet, but I don’t have the so-called intentions you think. People, if you live longer, there are only 20,000 days in your life. What happened to doing something you love? 】

He said: [Being a dandy is quite happy. 】

Yan'an said: "But your father is no longer here, you can't be a dandy." The current head of the Kang family is Bo Sui. You should also consider him. How many hairs on the boy's gray head are due to your anger? 】

The young man refused to admit it: [It was obviously because of his worries! 】

Yan'an didn't care much about him.

After Yanan left, the young man played with the private seal.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked straight at the direction of the owner of the perspective, and said with a smile: "Where did you come from, little thief, spying on your grandfather here?" 】

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Woo hoo, I used tweezers to carefully press back the picked stitches.