Chapter 3: Sure enough to die

Bai Junzhuo stared at the two men. The one holding the knife was dressed in a blue ‘color’ gown, and he was handsome and handsome, but his expression of killing seemed cold and merciless. (See om for the fastest update) The slightly sick man has a silver-white appearance, with distinct facial features, and his brows are "exposed". Although his face is pale and there is cold sweat on his forehead, his expression is calm and he has no flaws.
"Master, there seems to be only one living person in this white house." The man with the knife repeated the words again.
Bai Junzhuo's eyes rolled back and forth between the two, looking at the two men who had ‘privately’ intruded into her boudoir.
The silver-white man nodded, opened his'lips' slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What happened to the Bai family recently and why did it break down overnight?"
Bai Junzhuo also wanted to ask who they were. He opened his mouth, and there was another tearing pain in his throat without making a sound. (Om the fastest update)
"Master, she seems to be dumb."
"You...cough cough..." The silvery white man wanted to say something, but he vomited a mouthful of blood. He quickly covered his waist, and blood leaked from his fingers.
"Master! Master! What's wrong with you, master?" The man with the knife looked nervously holding the silver-white man. He caught a glimpse of the blood oozing from his waist. He immediately frowned and hesitated for a while. On Jun Zhuo's neck, he fiercely said to Bai Junzhuo, "Let Bai Gonglu get out!"
Bai Junzhuo was stunned, shook his head, not knowing how to tell them that Bai Gonglu was dead.
"Mo Ying," the injured man seemed to slow down, walked over to the chair by the dressing table and sat down, and said casually, "Don't scare people."
Hearing this, Mo Ying glanced at Bai Junzhuo coldly, calmed down, retracted the knife, and said to her, "It's okay not to call out Bai Gonglu. I heard that your Bai family, even the cooks are'proficient' in medicine. As long as you can heal the master’s injury, I will let you go, otherwise I will let you die!"
Bai Junzhuo jumped for a moment and glanced at the injured man. His blood kept oozing out, dyeing half of his clothes red, and he had to die if he continued like this.
It is always bad for someone to die in his room. Bai Junzhuo walked out of the'bed' to the man without wearing his shoes.
He took the pulse first, then opened the man's clothes, and looked at his wound carefully. It is very deep, and the skin around the wound rolls outwards, and sooner or later it will rot and become pus under such weather.
If it were treated earlier, it would not have lost so much blood, nor would it worsen like this. Not only did he not get a good treatment, but he seemed to travel a long distance, causing the wound to deteriorate, and he was looking for death!
"How about it, does my master's injury matter?" the man with the knife asked anxiously.
Bai Jun’s face was heavy and he nodded, took out some hemostatic medicine from the box under the dressing table and put it on the injured man, and turned out a bottle of Guyuan’s medicine, but there was no such thing in ancient times. Antibiotics, if this man still ruined his body so much, the gods would not be able to save him.
The injured man had been staring at Bai Junzhuo since just now, with cold light in his eyes, making Bai Junzhuo flustered for no reason.
"My injury is serious?" the man asked in a deep tone.
Bai Junzhuo nodded.
"Do you know when you were injured?"
According to the degree of deterioration of the wound, it can be inferred. Bai Junzhuo nodded again.
The man's face seemed to sink, his eyes drooping slightly, and his tone of voice said to Mo Ying, "Kill her."
As soon as the voice fell, a gleaming knife had already struck her!