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Chapter 396 Try Moving His Hair Again

It's windy.The carriage slowed down.However, the flute player played faster and faster, like a black and white impermanent ghost rushing to urge his death.Under the influence of the weird flute sound, the neat steps of the black horse pulling the cart began to be messy.

Its four horseshoes seemed to be stepping on a red-hot iron, jumping around messily.His mane was sticking together with sweat, and he kept shaking his neck.

The wicked melody is like a downpour in summer, falling on the head and covering the face.Before the sound was finished, another sound was heard, which made people breathless.The body jolted harder and harder.

There were puffs of white gas from the horse's nostrils, and there were bursts of painful neighing from its mouth.It is struggling desperately, as if breaking free from the bondage, fleeing from this terrible tune.

Qi Jiang managed to put the eldest wife to sleep.The car shook violently, and he was afraid that his mother would be bumped and injured, so he spread all the blankets and cushions in the car around her.

"Master, is this horse frightened? This song is unbearable to humans, let alone animals!"

"Oh, I have been driving for half my life, and I don't know how many times I ran in the middle of the night. I ran into a ghost for the first time!"

The coachman's expression changed from calm to panic.He hurriedly spit out the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and exerted all his strength to hold the carriage that was about to lose control.

As the sound of the flute reached the highest pitch, the black steed with red eyes broke the rein desperately.Its hind hooves kicked back sharply as it fled.If the coachman hadn't tried his best to get down and escaped, he almost kicked his head off the horse.

The entire carriage lost its center of gravity, and rolled from front to back as if hit by an invisible palm.The coachman jumped to the side of the road in despair: "Sir, the car is about to overturn!!!"

The flute finally stopped.The carriage staggered a few times and was still rolling wildly on the snow.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, it hit a big tree on the side of the road, and the whole car rolled over on the side of the road.The wheels smashed one and dropped another.Enduring the pain, the coachman got up and limped to the front of the car.

"How is it possible that the people inside are still alive?" He sighed sadly, muttering to himself, and opened the thick car curtain with trembling hands--
The lady inside was wrapped in thick blankets and soft cushions, and slept soundly, her hair disheveled only by the shaking all the way.

At her feet, the young man's head was cut open, and blood dripped down.The entire collar of the white shirt was dyed red.In addition to the head injury, there were several abrasions on the face and neck.

When the carriage rolled over, he tightly hooked his legs to a solid wooden bar on the roof so that he would not be thrown out of the carriage.The whole person desperately protected the mother who was curled up in a corner.

The coachman choked with sobs and helped him up, "Sir, you and your wife are lucky!"

Qijiang's eyes were covered with blood, and his mind went blank in the severe pain.Hearing the coachman come in and talk to him, he realized that he was not dead yet.The only relief is that the mother was not injured.

He took out the wallet in his pocket and stuffed it into the driver's hand: "Please help take my mother to the hospital--"

"I'll pick you up after seeing off my wife, take care!"

The coachman bent down to pick up the eldest lady, and got out of the car carefully.He expected that it would be dangerous to walk on the main road, so he chose a remote path and headed towards the hospital.

Qi Jiang leaned feebly on the carriage.The flute sounded again.This time, it was replaced with an extremely slow and sad tune.It's like a dirge for a funeral.

The piper followed along the road like a ghost.What is the purpose of blowing non-stop for almost a night?
He vaguely guessed that the accident in the middle of the night was probably a long-planned conspiracy.The direction of the carriage changes and the horses go mad because the piper plays a hallucinogenic tune.

The head wound was severe and bleeding.If it is not sent to the hospital in time, it will not last for a day.Fortunately, there is no such thing as an absolute path.At least the coachman was still alive, and he still had conscience, so he could take his mother to the hospital for him.

He closed his eyes and waited for the piper to come and claim his life.The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and it didn't stop until it was less than ten meters away from him.Qi Jiang heard the rustling sound of stepping on the snow, and looked hard, but there was a vague human figure in his vision.

"The horse ran away and the cart overturned. It's wonderful."

It turned out to be a woman!The voice and intonation are still very familiar.

Qijiang's mind skipped a beat: Could it be Lanzhu, the maid in the third wife's room?She has lived in Gu's mansion for ten years and is responsible for serving tea, pouring water and planting flowers every day. How can she still play crooked ways in the world?

He smiled wryly, he must have been dizzy and heard wrong.

Bad people.Opening the curtain and seeing the empty space inside, he was very surprised: "Where are the people in the car? Did they run away?"

Qi Jiang panted and ignored him.Lanzhu raised her eyebrows, raised her high-heeled leather boots under her black dress, and stepped on his shoulders:
"If you don't want to die, tell me, where did your mother and the driver go?!"

Although he didn't have the strength to resist, he didn't kneel down and beg for mercy.Just keep your head down.Lan Zhu was very annoyed, she raised her hand and was about to slap her face hard——
"Ouch!" Lan Zhu yelled, covering her face.An iron dart cut her cheek.

Qi Jiang raised his head in confusion.The slap was clearly real, but it didn't hit him in the face.To be precise, it hit the aggressive Lan Zhu on the cheek.Did she beat herself up and be as mad as the horse?
A gust of cold wind drifted by with a faint medicinal aroma.Qijiang vaguely remembered that this was a familiar smell in Mr. Bai's medical clinic.

In that place, every night, under the lamp, Xiao Jin worked hard to make medicine, and made up his mind to make a clean break with the past.

In that instant, he knew who was coming.My heart became nervous, "I can't implicate her"

An agile figure passed by quickly.The girl scolded sharply: "A wolf-hearted slave! I'll send you on your way first, and then kill your master!"

A shining short sword was placed on Lan Zhu's neck unexpectedly.There is a string of emerald beads hanging around the neck, which is the reward given by the third wife for the assassination mission tonight.

Xiao Jin used a little force, and when the blade of the sword was lifted, the green beads scattered in all directions.One by one, they rolled to the ground and were buried in the snow, as if a basket of peas had been overturned.

Lan Zhu was so frightened that her legs trembled: "Jin'er! The road leads to the sky and each side goes to the other side, why bother to meddle in your own business!"

Xiao Jin stared at her, "Try to move another hair of his!"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Another two iron darts flew out and pierced her knee.With a "plop", Lanzhu knelt stiffly in the snow.The dagger around his neck was not retracted.

She cried with tears and snot, "Jin'er, because we grew up together without father and mother, can you spare me?"

"I still remember when you first came to the killer group, you were the youngest and the shortest. Every time you open a meal, you can't grab food. Did I share the meal with you a few times?"

(End of this chapter)