: Fifty-seven. Arrogance

The head of the village.
Old Jack was lying in the pool of blood, his abdomen was injured by a sharp weapon, a hole was broken, and it was as deep as an index finger.
He covered the wound tightly with one hand, hoping to block the wound, but blood still kept overflowing between his fingers. As the injury continued to deteriorate, old Jack's face grew paler.
Obviously, he was already angry, but old Jack remembered the safety of his grandson, Yang Ming, with a sigh of relief. He didn't swallow the last breath.
The potential of mankind is unimaginable. There have been reports in the newspapers that a grandmother in her sixties saw her grandson crushed by a wheel. She actually lifted a car with her old body and rescued her grandson under the wheel.
At this moment, Old Jack is in this state.
As he passed away, old Jack glared and his vision was long blurred, but he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ear:
"Grandpa, you must be fine!"
This is... this is Yang Ming's voice!
Old Jack lifted his eyelids hard. Due to excessive blood loss, Yang Ming's heavy phantom was reflected in the retina, which made him very uncomfortable.
Seeing Grandpa wake up consciously, Yang Ming was delighted and told Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu:
"You go to my bedroom to see if the guqin I bought is burnt. If it still works, bring it to me!"
Both Tang San and Xiao Wu knew that Yang Ming was able to heal the injury by playing music. While watching the old Jack's life hanging, he did not dare to have any delay and immediately rushed into the already burnt bedroom.
Old Jack’s murky eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his breath ruffled, his cracked lips opening and closing, making a mosquito-like sound:
"Yang...Yang Ming."
Shocked in Yang Ming's heart, he held Old Jack's hand tightly and cried, saying:
"Grandpa, I'm here. Don't talk now, I will definitely save you!"
Old Jack didn't know that Yang Ming had the ability to heal other people's injuries, but he thought Yang Ming was comforting him.
"No...you're leaving...the village..." Even if he was about to die, old Jack was still thinking about Yang Ming's safety. "The farther away...the better..."
Feeling that the temperature in grandpa's palm was getting lower and lower, Yang Ming lowered his head, tears falling down in disappointment.
The man has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached his heart!
The cold eyes ticked down on the back of the old Jack's hand. It was a very tanned and skinny hand, and palms were covered with calluses, which were all traces of the previous work in the field.
"No, Grandpa, I don't want to leave you!"
"Stupid... kid..." The light in Old Jack's eyes grew dimmer, but there was a relief smile in the corner of his mouth. "You are... Grandpa's... proud... Listen... words..."
The voice gradually fell until old Jack closed his eyes.
It was at this moment that Tang San came out with a xylophone burned half black and handed it to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming pursed his lips, trying to suppress the sadness in his heart, extended a finger, and put it on the tip of the old Jack's nose to test, he had no breath.
However, Yang Ming remembered hearing before that after a person has not breathed, it does not mean death. As long as they have a little heartbeat, they may still be saved.
Yang Ming's ears lie on grandpa's chest and listen carefully.
Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu stood aside, holding their breath, not daring to act, afraid of disturbing Yang Ming.
One second, two seconds...
Every second is a torment for Yang Ming.
When twenty-eight seconds passed, a slight burst of heartbeat that could almost ignore the past passed into Yang Ming's ears, which was tantamount to the sound of nature!
"Save!"
There was a ecstasy in Yang Ming's heart, and he said to Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu:
"You guard by my side, don't let people bother me!"
Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu focused on their heads and guarded the windows and doorways, scanning the situation outside with vigilance.
Yang Ming looked down, looked at the black guqin burned in half, gently stroked it, let out a soft whistle, and sighed in relief.
Although the Guqin is partially burnt out, it can still be used in general.
As long as he can use it, he can play Cai Wenji's forgetful song.
The fingertips lightly touched the strings, and the tinkling sound of the melodious piano sounded like a confidant.
As the musical notes bounced, the green light emerged, the light color was soft, refreshing, with a feeling of very comfortable, fell on the old Jack old body.
It's just that the difficulty of pulling old Jack back from the dead door is clearly beyond Yang Ming's expectations.
Five seconds after forgetting the worry, Yang Ming only healed the injury of old Jack. Old Jack's nose showed a breath, but he was still very weak.
In desperation, Yang Ming had to play again.
Today, most of the Holy Soul Village was destroyed by fire, with hundreds of dead bodies on the road, both men and women.
A black rider with gold thread trimmed on the side of the black armor, dressed in large black cloaks, is obviously the leader of these black riders. The black helmet dropped the mask, revealing a pair of eyes like the cold wells of Gutan, with very cold eyes. Against the other Black Riding Road:
"What about the target person? Did you find it?"
"found it."
"What about others?"
"Lost~EbookFREE.me~ waste!"
Having said that, the leader of the black horse raised a finger, and gently poked the forehead of the talking black horse. The opponent did not have any resistance at all. A hole was left on the forehead, and the body fell to the ground, bleeding.
Spicy! ruthless!
If Yang Ming is here, it will be found that this is very similar to the wound on Grandpa Old Jack's abdomen.
The leader of the black horse is very upset. They are a mercenary group named black water.
Of course, if you look at their style of work, you know that their mercenary team is not doing a good job.
Although it is not a famous large mercenary regiment in Douluo mainland, the blackwater mercenary regiment is also famous on certain dark sides by virtue of its fierce work and unscrupulous style of action.
The leader of the black horse is the head of the black water mercenary regiment.
Just as the head of Blackwater was upset about losing Yang Ming's whereabouts, a whisper of rumbling sound came from afar.
"There is……"
Looking in the direction from the sound of the piano, the head of the Blackwater regiment flashed his eyes and recognized the village head's house.
The head of the black water immediately turned on his horse and greeted the reunited Bailai Black Horse:
"Come with me!"
The whip slammed fiercely, and the black horse underneath took a pain, made a horse hissing sound, and the four hooves violently ran like a gust of wind.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Hearing the familiar horseshoe sound from far and near, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who are protecting Yang Ming's Fa, suddenly changed their faces.
The two stood near the door of the collapsed house and looked up. At the end of the road, a huge horse head appeared, followed by a cavalry in black armor, and a clamor of flying dust rose behind the black men.
Arrogance!
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