Chongmenhuan's fingers stroked the scar on the man's heart, and the other hand holding the dagger tightened, and suddenly, her eyes suddenly became very sharp, as if she had found the right entry point.
The dagger, with lightning speed, quickly inserted into the heart of the heavy door.
Chongmen, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes in pain, but there was no focus in his eyes, and his body spasmed helplessly because of pain.
Chongmen's heart was like a knife, and he pulled the dagger out of his heart fiercely.
Suddenly, blood poured like water.
Ziyi was already waiting beside him with a plate of hot water, and saw Chongmen Huan pull out a dagger, and then quickly took a wet towel to clean Chongmen's wounds.
The lines of Shikato's jaw are almost distorted, his lips are white, tightly pressed together, and his jaw is trembling.
Ordinary people can't bear this pain.
However, the man in a dazed state gritted his teeth and endured it, perhaps knowing that this familiar pain was saving himself.
After he couldn't bear it anymore, the man stretched out his hands stiffly, and then grabbed Chongmenhuan's hand tightly, and he used a lot of strength.
Nearly pinched off her hand.
She really couldn't break free, so she could only let him drag, as long as he let go of his hand, he would definitely be able to see that there were already bruises on her arms.
Those were the five finger prints he had pinched out.
Chang Ling put him down, cooperated with Ziyi, and helped Chongmen Jue to deal with his wounds, and they saw that at this time, the thick blood that flowed out of Chongmen's heart had already shown a strange purple-black, not the bright red that normal people should have.
That is to say, the blood curse attack infected the blood, which has flowed to his heart.
If it weren't for Chongmenhuan's quick decision, I am afraid that these rotten thick blood would corrode Chongmen's entire body, and at that time, there would be no way to return to the sky.
After some hectic work, the wound was finally treated.
And the heavy door also slowly quieted down, it seemed that he was much better than just now, although he did this, his internal injuries, I am afraid it will take longer to recover.
"Mother."
Ziyi tried to break Chongmenjue's hand that Chongmenjue was quietly pinching, but after trying several times, Chongmenjue always grabbed her hand.
It was like a nail, nailing her hand firmly into his palm.
After a few efforts were useless, Chongmen Huan also gave up, and said lightly: "It's okay, you guys go down, after he is quiet and relaxed, he will naturally let me go!"
” For now, that's the only way.
Chang Ling and Ziyi had already gone down, only a not very bright oil lamp was left in the room, the window was closed tightly, and there was still wind blowing in through the gap, Chongmenhuan felt a little cold.
The man kept holding her hand, but she could clearly feel it, his hand slowly relaxing.
She reached out and took his hand to check his pulse, and she was almost relieved to find that his pulse was finally normalizing.
She knew that no matter how much pain this man had, he could survive it, let alone this danger?
He is reluctant to let go of his planned thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and he can't break the blood and hatred he is carrying!
I had a thought in my heart, and I refused to return to the Yama Temple.