: Chapter 22

Military Commission Hospital, four floors underground.
The ward was brightly lit, and various expensive and advanced medical instruments surrounded the bed, and all the data showed that the life signs of the person on the bed were already in critical danger.
It was a grey-haired old man, his eyes were closed, his eyes were obvious, his entire face was hanging down like a dry bark, and he looked even a little scary. If he dyed his hair black, put on a formal dress, and dressed up a little more, there should be many people in the country who can recognize this face that often appears on the news network; but now it looks like it is lying on the hospital bed in a blight. It's just a sad checkmate.
Yu Jingzhong stood sullenly beside the hospital bed, and a man who looked like a doctor came over, took off his mask and shook his head.
"The situation is very optimistic. When Icu evacuated from the upstairs just now, the action was too fast, which caused great harm to the condition..."
Yu Jingzhong couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Did not that Feng Si went to Hell Road to find Mozun Fanluo, why did he suddenly appear in the hospital and found the icu ward directly?"
The attending doctor did not dare to answer, but only heard a hoarse and unpleasant voice in the corner of the ward: "That's the eye-blocking method set by Zhou Hui, deputy leader of Yang Jin. The leader of Feng Si has been with the devil because of the Mahak incident of the king After His Highness turned his back on his head, he had never set foot on the'Four Evil Roads'... Zhou Hui released the news that Team Four had left, just to divert your attention."
"Yu Jingzhong" turned around and saw four unusually long silhouettes standing in the corner, wrapped in thick grey robes from head to toe, even hiding his face in a huge hood, only to see everyone Carrying a large gold bell full of lanterns, the hands exposed under the sleeves of the robe showed a crumpled gray-white texture.
The person who spoke first seemed to smile, and said, "His Royal Highness was very surprised when he heard this news, but after searching for nine days, ten evils, and no traces of phoenix...it's a pity, we Lord Mozun always wanted to marry Feng Si's leader seriously."
Yang Jinping's mouth twitched dryly, and the mask appeared on Jingzhong's face across the human skin, and it looked quite weird.
"The fifth group can't stop Feng Si. You finally subdued Shen Wan Tian Si and made him a puppet, but now even the trump card is lost in it... It is said that the leader of Feng Si has been raised for hundreds of years. Serious injuries that haven't been relieved, now it seems that the dead camel is bigger than the horse, what should I do?"
The gray man said lightly: "Don't worry--"
As soon as the words fell, the old man in the bed suddenly exploded with asthma, his body almost arched, and a large mouthful of blood was sprayed under the breathing mask. In the ward, there was a sudden shortage of troops. The chief physician rushed up with several people to rescue. All the instruments were illuminated at the same time, and a harsh alarm sounded.
"Buddha blood! Bring the buddha blood!" the director screamed, and then grabbed the blood bag from the rushing doctor's hand, took a trace of golden blood mixed with it, extracted it, and entered it in a few seconds. Carotid artery of the elderly. The old man gasped for a while again, but the range was significantly reduced. After a while, he slowly quieted down, his vitality index returned to a certain level, and the instrument stopped screaming.
"Here, this is the last copy of Buddha's blood," the chief physician wiped his sweat and despaired: "Half of the Buddha's blood was taken upstairs by you to deal with the leader of Feng Si. Now this weight is not enough, it is far from enough. ..."
Yang Jinpingcuo gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it something that Yu Jingzhong's little lover brought from Japan is also a sacred thing? Is there any life-saving effect?"
The gray man just wanted to say something, and suddenly the door of the ward was knocked twice and then opened. A man walked in quickly, leaned over Yang Jinpingcuo's ear and whispered, "Deputy team leader, it's not good. The team leader Feng Si took all the souls and souls of everyone, and the fifth group was destroyed..."
Yang Jinping's face changed dramatically: "What are you talking about?"
There was silence in the ward, and the air was almost tense.
It was in this suffocating atmosphere that suddenly only heard the gray-clothed people sneer: "It doesn't matter, the Phoenix Ming King hands us."
The four grey men turned around and walked to the door at the same time. They could be seen under the light. Their bodies exuded extremely imperceptible gas, which looked like they were shrouded in the faint black smoke. As they passed by, they left wet, dark footprints on the ground. However, when exposed to the air, they quickly dried up, leaving only a layer of gray gravel-like particles.
"--How much confidence do you have?" Yang Jinping said behind his back.
"It's just a person at the end of a strong crossbow, there is nothing terrible..." The gray-clad head didn't return, and soon disappeared at the end of the dim hospital basement corridor. "... Even if the Phoenix Ming King is dedicated to Lord Mozun, it should be It’s not difficult."
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As the gray-clothed man left, the decayed breath that filled the ward seemed to be blown away by the air.
Yang Jinping took a deep breath and looked back at the doctors who could hardly hide their worries and the old man on the bed. The sound of the medical instruments seemed to make him particularly upset. He habitually wanted to touch the cigarette and stopped halfway with his hand.
He turned around and his opponent ordered: "Bring Yan Lanyu."
The man nodded and led away, and after a while pushed a wheelchair from outside the door. Yan Lanyu, who was unconscious about his work, was placed on a wheelchair, his head tilted, and his hair fell to the side of his eyes. His face looked transparent and white.
Yang Jinping looked coldly and said, "Wake him up."
Put your hand on the position of a certain acupuncture point on Yan Lanyu's head. However, this means that even the dead can wake up this time was useless, and the men pressed it harder two or three times. Yan Lanyu finally twitched and slowly opened her eyes.
Yang Jinping looked at him from the top and asked, "Wake up?"
"..." Yan Lanyu leaned on the back of the chair, and because of the severe pain, she kept puffing her air, coughing out the blood foam from the trachea for a long time, and barely recovered her breath.
"...You... who are you?" he asked intermittently.
"I am Yu Jingzhong," Yang Jinping smiled and asked, "Why do you ask?"
"Aren't you... who are you? Where is Yu Jingzhong?"
The smile on Yang Jinping's face disappeared. He stared at Yan Lanyu's haggard face and asked for a long time: "Everyone didn't recognize it, and even Zhou Hui was just puzzled. It's just wrong when you see me for the first time. How did I expose it? Or, did I sleep? Feelings are different, can you recognize them at a glance?
Yan Lanyu's cracked and bleeding lips were ticked, and there was a hint of cunning in his smile:
"No, I haven't slept." He said, "There is nothing between us... don't take me to insult Yu Jingzhong."
Yang Jinping finally realized where his mistake was.
He couldn't help but thump down the wall heavily-it was indeed the only one, but it was a very fatal mistake.
"It turns out that, Yu Jingzhong's guy..." He gritted his teeth, and suddenly caught a slight complacent smile on the teenager's face.
This young man who seemed to be able to die at any time. After being detained and tortured for so many days, he still maintained this kind of spirit, and could still have such an advantage in tit-for-tat, indicating that he is really fearless now. He has everything Not afraid.
People like Yan Lanyu, when he sees his death as he is, there is really no weakness.
Yang Jinpingcuo knew that the situation could not go on like this, he had to take the initiative back.
"Come on a deal," he took a breath and asked, "Do you know why everyone behaves like Yu Jingzhong and you can relive your old dreams?"
"..."
"Because Yu Jingzhong behaved this way," he continued without waiting for Yan Lanyu to answer: "Because of his performance, many people feel that there is indeed some past between you-Yu Jingzhong's intrusion into the Japanese Tantric Gate failed to perform the task. , Was captured alive with your companions. You secretly let him go to save their lives. If the information held by our top management is correct, you grew up in the Tantra gate, and you are the surname of the head, right? It is very unreasonable for people to risk his life and let him go. If Yu Jingzhong does not want to give a reason, there is no way to explain this matter."
Yan Lanyu closed her eyes, which meant she didn't want to listen anymore, but Yang Jin didn't stop, and her voice was calm and even cruel:
"Actually, Yu Jingzhong should be able to come up with other excuses. I don't know why he chose this. It stands to reason that this reason does not make him have a good face, so I think this reason should be his subconscious reaction. Maybe he really wanted this in his heart..."
The teenager moved a bit and turned his head.
Tears oozed out his closed eyelashes, and fell silently along the pale, haggard cheeks.
"Let's make a deal. I don't ask much. You are still so young. The last thing is a little bit of compensation for you."
Yang Jinpingcuo pointed backwards to the hospital bed and said, "This man is our head. We must now maintain his life at all costs to ensure that the power of our faction can be fully transitioned. Aida says that you are a Japanese yinyangdao One of the most talented new generations, can you see if there is any way? If you can do something, I will let you see Jingzhong one more time...Yes, he is not dead yet."
Yan Lanyu's body seemed to shake slightly and opened her eyes.
Under the light, his eyelids are very thin, and the tip of the tail is slightly raised, showing a very soft arc, and the tears are like a blush of haze in the ink painting. Yang Jinping's eyes stared at him a little, and his heart swept through the slightest intolerance, but then he thought again, no matter who would kill such a life, it would be very difficult to start.
"...His soul is gone..." Yan Lanyu said softly, "There is no way...I can't do anything."
Yang Jinpingcuo frowned and asked, "Is there really no other way? The piece you wear—"
"That can only exorcise evil spirits, and can't survive intermittently, let alone a piece of debris. To save his life, unless there is tears shed by the Phoenix at the position of the right God, or the blood of the Buddha under the heart of Lianhairen... ...Almost impossible."
Yan Lanyu started coughing after talking, this time heavier than before, coughing almost the whole body bent down, bright red blood continually spilled from the nasal cavity and throat, the palms were all dots of blood foam. Yang Jinpingcuo took a look at his shoulder and realized that it was really impossible. The teenager had reached the end when the lamp was dry.
Yang Jinpingcuo was a little hesitant, but after a while he beckoned and called his men, Shen said: "...Send him to the detention room and let him take a last look at Jingzhong."
Nodded and asked, "What about you?"
Yang Jinping said a little, he murmured to himself, "Lian Hai Renxin... the blood that came out willingly."
"Take another human skin
mask from my cabinet," he said suddenly. "It's the latest new work-the one in the form of Feng Si's leader."
Nodded and answered yes, pushing Yan Lanyu's wheelchair out of the door.
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The corridor outside the ward is very dim, which may be the reason why you don't want to be noticeable, and many corners are not turned on. The temperature of the four underground floors was very low, and Yan Lanyu shivered tremblingly. When he saw his men, he felt a little unbearable. After thinking about it, he wanted to take off his coat and put him on.
"You are born so beautiful, and you will be able to live well if you want. Why don't you want to hang and hang on this tree? You must kill your life."
With a whisper, he shook his head and sighed, stopping in front of an iron door at the end of the corridor: "Here it is."
It was originally an aisle leading to the power distribution room, which was completely enclosed by an iron fence. The darkness in the fence was almost invisible, and the smell of dust was everywhere. Yan Lanyu pinched his palm and forced himself to wake up, staring closely at the man who pressed his password lock to his back, even his slightest elbow movement was not let go; for a moment, the password input was confirmed, and the iron door clicked open.
The men turned around and pushed Yan Lanyu into the detention room, saying, "Here, here."
I saw the position of leaning against the wall. A person was lying on the ground half-lying. Although he could not see his face clearly in the dark, Yan Lanyu instantly recognized this figure, which was indistinguishable from his memory.
His tears fell down, but there was no sound at all, and there seemed to be a sour lump in his throat, and he couldn't even make a sobbing sound.
The men seemed to be very emotional. They wanted to say something but didn't say it. In the end, they only shook their heads and said, "Sorry for the deputy, we are only doing things according to orders, and that...you talk slowly, I won't bother." Exit the guard room, close the iron door, and the combination lock clicks and the lock is released.
Yu Jingzhong on the ground moved, until the figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, only a long sigh, said: "... little brother, I'm sorry you..."
Yan Lanyu has been waiting for this sentence for a long time. From two years ago when he was still in Japan, he took advantage of Snowy Night to secretly release this foreign agent, and for two years he kept his vague promises to polish his most subtle and fragile hopes, and then repeated hopes. To the cycle of disappointment, all beliefs were completely wiped out in the dark day and night... He has been waiting for this sentence, the only one in his short ten-year life, and the last one who does not want to give up Wait, this is the sentence.
However, after hearing this sentence, he didn't feel excited and gazed, nor did he shed tears, or even the kind of tingling and sourness that was repeated hundreds of thousands of times.
Yan Lanyu took a deep and thorough breath, feeling that the air was so painful in her lungs that her voice was very hoarse:
"No...it doesn't matter."
Yu Jingzhong moved closer, and Yan Lanyu saw the whole body covered with blood through the faint light, but most of them had dried up. I don't know how it happened. Yu Jingzhong noticed his gaze, but did not explain much about his injuries. He reached out and touched the pulse and temperature of his ears behind Yan Lanyu, saying, "You must get treatment immediately, and the situation can no longer be delayed. Why did you come here?" ?Do they want to kill you too?"
Yan Lanyu did not answer.
"Listen," Yu Jingzhong said, "I have some information to tell you that this is something they have tortured me for a long time. After you listen to it, you can tell them a little bit. All things will come to save you in the future. Zhou Hui is the first group of commanders in our special group of six groups. As long as you meet him, you can survive and tell him that this is my last command. You live..."
"It's useless..." Yan Lanyu said softly, "Don't work hard, it's useless."
Yu Jingzhong grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair, as if to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Lanyu's slight and undeniable voice: "I am an onmyoji, I know... Don't bother, don't let me say too much . You tell me the reason for the matter first, how could it be like this? Why should they pretend to be you?"
They stalemate for a few seconds, Yu Jingzhong exhaled a long breath, and said: "... a force that is hostile to each other in the military commission, and one of their big brothers is about to die."
Yan Lanyu listened quietly.
"But the other party's forces are not ready to hand over. Once the high-powered gangster dies, their entire system is in danger of crashing. In order to continue that person's life, they must use our special resources, so I became Their roadblock."
"I learned that you came to H city a month ago, and I wanted to take this opportunity to take you over. For this reason, Zhou Hui was secretly dispatched; who knows that the other party took advantage of Zhou Hui's time when he was not in Beijing. The forces of Mozun in Evil Dao subdued the fifth group of gods, Wan Tiansi, who did not want to be manipulated by them, incited the deputy leader Yang Jinpingcuo to drive the whole group of mutiny, and disguised as me and held me here. "
Yu Jingzhong did not waste time explaining why a deputy leader could drive the entire group to defect, but the leader himself did not have any appeal.
"They haven't killed me because I still know a lot of the information they want. Without this information, Yang Jinpingcuo can't always replace me without revealing anything." He paused and said: "--but once the other party The plan was successful. If the big guy comes back to life, our special office will be crushed. All six groups will fall apart. It’s okay to kill me at any time, because no one will doubt Yang Jinping. It’s a fake."
Yu Jingzhong sighed and said, "So my hope of living is very slim, mainly depends on when can I drag on in time... I was trying to bite me for a while, but now I don't care if I see you . God is pretty good to me, and gave me one last chance before he died."
Yan Lanyu gasped and smiled slightly.
"I think God treats me well..." He said softly, "I think it's still worth it."
He grabbed the wheelchair armrest and stood up slowly and hard. He stumbled at the moment of landing, Yu Jingzhong rushed over to support him, wondering: "What are you doing?!"
"..." Yan Lanyu waved his hand and asked him not to ask, and then he broke free of support and stumbled to the iron gate.
He was already reluctant to stand, and from the side, his beautiful cheeks were thinner than before. But in that thin body, there was a terrible, desperate courage, which turned into a very strong force to support his spine, support him to stand, and not fall.
He stared at the iron fence and swallowed with a sweet spit. The next second he reached out and twisted his shoulder joint. The whole person shrank out of thin air, and half of his body "slipped" like a snake over a few inches apart. Gap!
Yu Jingzhong said in amazement: "--Shrinking bones?!"
Yan Lanyu’s chest was stuck in the iron fence, and he breathed in pain very painfully-for a few seconds he could not bear the severe pain of the heart-breaking lung, but then he raised his intact hand and helped to the same On his shoulders, "Kara!" The crunch sound also twisted away, and in the terrible collision and friction of bones, a little bit squeezed out of the iron door!
With a thump, Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, Yu Jingzhong rushed up and grabbed the iron gate, forcefully, and even her fingers were violent spasms.
Yan Lanyu gasped for a while, instructing Yu Jingzhong not to make a sound, and then swayed to get up, clenched his teeth and hit his shoulders against the wall, and twisted with a click.
I can see that he is very used to this process of dislocation and reattachment. He clenched his teeth and raised his elbow a few times, feeling his fingers slowly regained consciousness. Then he walked over to the code lock and entered the codes one by one for a few seconds. Then the iron door opened with a click.
Yu Jingzhong rushed out with one arrow, hugged Yan Lanyu who was falling down the wall, and swayed slowly to the ground. He felt that his eyes were very hot, and even his breath was hot and sour; and the body in his arms was very, very cold, and his bones were hard, and it seemed that there was an endless chill coming out of the bone marrow and quickly swallowing The boy's last pitiful life.
"No...no pain," Yan Lanyu said confusedly, "Don't...don't cry, don't cry..."
He seemed to want to extend his hand, but it quickly fell down, and Yu Jingzhong was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand. The senior agent, who had been floating in the spy sea for more than ten years, shivered all over his body, pressed his face against the neck of the teenager, and there was a desperate blank in his mind.
Yan Lanyu's consciousness was already faint. He only felt cold, as if the whole body was incomplete and impervious to the cold wind. He wanted to ask Yu Jingzhong to hug himself a little more, but in fact, even if he was clinging tightly to his blood, he could not feel it.
"Quick...go..." he said, his eyes scattered and intermittent.
"Quick...you...quick..."
Yu Jingzhong gasped violently, raised his head, and looked at the deep and secluded underground corridor. After a moment he gritted his teeth and got the boy on his shoulders, and walked steadily forward.