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Chapter 167
Su Jinzhi could see that No. 0 was waiting for No. 1's order, so he decided whether to use this dagger to stab him.
The palm of his hand that was cut by the dagger came with fire-like pain. With the heartbeat, he burst out with blood. The blood loss and severe pain made Su Jinzhi's face gradually turn white. He leaned back slightly, trying to relax his body. , To reduce their threat to zero.
However, as soon as he moved, the zero dagger also moved, the blade pressed tightly against the fragile flesh of the neck. Su Jinzhi had no doubt that Zero had the strength to cut off his neck directly.
He panted and looked at the people near Qianqiu Terrace, hoping that some of them would come to rescue him.
But when this assassination came suddenly, everyone near Qianqiutai looked at them in a daze. Su Jinzhi looked at Gu Shurong, and as soon as he opened his mouth to call for help, everyone present suddenly stood up from the guest chair and pulled out. The sword faced No. 1 and No. 0, and said in unison: "Bold magic repair, dare to sneak into my cultivation world and make trouble!"
Before Su Jinzhi spoke, he got the help he wanted, but to be honest, watching this scene, Su Jin did not feel at ease at all, but felt a little strange.
If Gu Shurong said these words, Su Jinzhi would think there was nothing wrong with it, but the sword was directed at the number one and number zero people, and Yunjing.
Su Jinzhi didn't miss the killing intent in Yunjing's eyes just now-Yunjing originally wanted to kill him, but now he wants to save him with everyone, no matter how they look at it, it feels abnormal.
And those who had already held swords and gaze at them with stagnant eyes, circled the four of them in the center like controlled puppets. When No. 0 saw it, the dagger was about to be inserted into Su Jinzhi’s artery with a slight force on his wrist, No. 1. But suddenly he said: "Wait."
As soon as Number One spoke, Number Zero stopped, and the monks who gathered towards them also stopped.
That dagger had already cut through the skin and flesh of Su Jinzhi's neck, stuck in the cut flesh and blood texture, even a slight movement like swallowing saliva would make the wound on his neck torn by the blade deeper and deeper.
Jiang Youhui looked at the red liquid winding down the boy's neck, and finally couldn't help but took a step forward.
And Number One also took this opportunity, stepped forward, and stabbed the dagger hidden in his sleeve from behind into his chest.
Jiang Youhui's figure trembled slightly, but No.1 pushed the dagger deeper. The cold light of the blade pierced through the red suit and penetrated the man's body. Su Jinzhi watched him follow the falling blood of the blade, breathing almost Stagnant, tears came out all of a sudden, regardless of the dagger zero still on his neck, he pulled his neck and said loudly, "No!"
"You kill me! Don't move him!" Su Jinzhi turned his head and looked at Number Zero, begging.
No. Zero took the dagger back, raised his hand and gently wiped the wound on Su Jinzhi's neck.
This action is very weird, but it has no effect other than making the wound sore. Seeing this, No.1 frowned and finally said, "Make a deal."
Jiang Youhui asked him: "What do you want."
"Trade your life for his."
"Don't agree to him!" Su Jinzhi called out anxiously before Jiang Youhui answered.
Number One didn't say anything else, just sighed softly: "He will die..."
This sentence was like a switch. As soon as the words fell, Jiang Youhui raised his head and gave Su Jinzhi a deep look.
The moment Su Jinzhi's eyes met, Su Jinzhi's heart was shocked, because he was so familiar with his gaze--he gathered countless complex feelings, as if he had gone through a long period of vicissitudes and despair.
"I had a dream..." Jiang Youhui twitched at the corner of his lips, his snow-white hair fluttered gently in mid-air, his face was obviously still young, but Su Jinzhi felt like he was already old." In the dream, you told me that it’s okay to break up. You’ve always been there, and I can come and see you if I think about you."
"But you lied to me..." Jiang Youhui stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch him again, "I can't find you anywhere except my memory..."
Su Jinzhi rolled out of the wheelchair with a scream, his legs could not move, so he could only climb, but when he climbed to the place where Jiang Youhui was, his figure had already dissipated into countless careful spots of light, and finally escaped in the air. disappear.
"Why are you killing him! Why are you killing him!"
Jiang Youhui’s last words tore through all the peace of Su Jinzhi. As soon as he opened his eyes, he yelled to push everything that could be touched in front of him to the ground. The one standing in front of him seemed to be suddenly caught by him. Shocked by his cry, he stepped back and stood far away.
The iron bowls and chopsticks fell on the tiled floor, making a clear clash, drowning the man's screams.
Su Jinzhi ignored her and lay down on the small board and cried: "Why are you killing him..."
No one answered him.
Su Jinzhi didn't cry for long, because soon some people in white clothes came in from outside, entered the room where he was, and pulled Su Jinzhi by the arm and pushed him onto the bed. Su Jinzhi did not struggle, allowing those people to fix his limbs on the bed.
He raised his head blankly, his eyes rested on the incandescent lamp in the middle of the ceiling, tears gathered in his eyes, and then he slid down the corner of his eyes into the hair on the temples.
Seeing that he was no longer struggling, the people in white gradually loosened the restraint on him.
"What's the matter?" An adult man walked aside and asked in a low voice the woman who had been in the house at the beginning.
They spoke very quietly, and Su Jinzhi only heard some vaguely.
"I'm here to feed him, but I don't know why he suddenly became mad and overturned the food..."
"Did he say anything?"
"He has been yelling'Why are you killing him?'" The woman paused, with unconcealable fear in her voice, "Director, is he really a murderer?"
The man replied: "I don't know, the dean said let us take care of him for a while."
The women were silent and did not speak, or perhaps they did, because their voices were so small that Su Jinzhi could not hear clearly, and only heard some vaguely.
The other nurses quickly cleaned up the food on the floor. The man called the "director" walked to the bed and glanced at Su Jinzhi, then turned to another male nurse and said, "Give him a bowl in half an hour. Porridge, don’t untie the restraint during feeding, be careful not to hurt him."
"Yeah, I see." The male nurse responded.
Then the group of people went out in a series as they did when they came. The male nurse closed the door, but left a small window so that he could observe the movements of the people in the house at any time.
"Host." The voice of Number One appeared in Su Jinzhi's mind.
Su Jinzhi closed his eyes and said coldly: "Go away."
Number One continued: "If he does not die, you will also die in that world."
"I don't want to listen to you now!" Su Jinzhi yelled out this sentence directly, his limbs struggling desperately on the bed, but his back was pulled back right after he left the bed because his hands and feet were bound by flexibility. The strap is fixed on the bed, just like a trapped beast in a cage, it can only struggle in pain on the spot.
"Why?" Number One is still aggressive, "Because I killed Jiang Youhui, or is it because what he said hit your sore spot? Are you guilty and dare not face it?"
Su Jinzhi panted with big mouthfuls. After his breathing calmed down a little bit, he cried softly again, like a child who did something wrong. The male nurse standing at the door only looked through the small window through a door. He glanced at him indifferently, then turned around, and there was only one person from Su Jin in the dimly lit room. No matter how miserable he was, no one would come in to comfort him.
No. 1 stopped speaking after saying that sentence.
Su Jinzhi lay on the bed, his fingers clenched and tightened, his nails digging into the soft flesh of his palm, but he didn't feel it hurt.
Because Number One is right.
He is indeed guilty, he is very self-blame, he dare not face anyone except himself, even he dare not face it, dare not face that cowardly, timid, and useless himself.
At the end of the last world, he was still thinking, how could he break up with Jiang Youhui so much?
He waited for the moment he recovered his memory and asked him personally what was going on, but when the past memories came back, he found out that the truth was indeed the case.
Su Jinzhi closed his eyes and shed tears. He almost backed it away and began to apologize again and again: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
A low cry echoed in the depressed room, and the male nurse standing at the door seemed to be annoyed by him crying. He looked in from the small window and looked at him. The male nurse changed his face when he saw him. Immediately opened the door and came in and rang the bedside bell.
After a while, the doctors swarmed in, opened Su Jinzhi's clenched fingers, treated the wounds in his palms, and put finger cots on him after wrapping them with gauze.
The male nurse walked to the director and whispered: "He has been crying."
The director sighed: "Watch him well, and ring the bell immediately if you notice any unusual behavior. I'll go and call there."
People in the room came and went. Seeing Su Jinzhi's shock, the male nurse asked the director: "Otherwise, he will be given a nutrient injection. He doesn't seem to be able to eat now, and it will be difficult to deal with it when he chokes on the intake pipe. "
The director heard the words, glanced at the young man lying on the bed, nodded and said: "Okay, give him a needle first and see how things are going on tomorrow."
The suspension needle and the medicine bottle were quickly retrieved. Su Jinzhi trembled when the needle pierced the skin of the back of his hand. After the cold liquid ran along the blood vessels to half the temperature of his body, Su Jinzhi turned his head slightly and looked towards Medicine bottle hoisted high.
The cramped and cramped hut, the cold potion, the pale walls, and the doctors and nurses who wore masks and couldn't see their faces back and forth... Everything here reminds Su Jinzhi involuntarily of his days in Naxigang Hospital.
Su Jinzhi closed his eyes wearily, and the timid voice of Number Zero suddenly sounded in his ears: "Master Host..."
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