Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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Old Jack was lying in a pool of blood, his abdomen was wounded by a sharp object, and a hole was broken, as deep as an index finger.

He held the wound tightly with one hand, hoping to plug the wound, but blood still kept spilling from between his fingers. As the injury worsened, Old Jack's face became paler.

Obviously he was so angry, but the old Jack was worried about the safety of his grandson Yang Ming. He took a breath, and did not swallow the last breath.

The potential of mankind is unimaginable. There was once a newspaper report that a 60-year-old grandmother saw her grandson being crushed under the wheels. She actually picked up the car with one hand and rescued the grandson under the wheels with the other.

At this moment, old Jack is in this state.

As he died, Old Jack stared blankly, his vision was already blurred, but he faintly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears:

"Grandpa, you must have nothing to do!"

This is... This is Yang Ming's voice!

Old Jack raised his eyelids with difficulty. Due to excessive blood loss, Yang Ming's phantoms were reflected in his retina, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing Grandpa's consciousness awakened, Yang Ming was overjoyed and told Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"Go to my bedroom and see if the guqin I bought has been burned by the fire. If it still works, bring it to me!"

Both Tang San and Xiao Wu knew that Yang Ming was able to heal his injuries by playing music. Seeing Old Jack's life hanging by a thread, he dared not delay any time, and immediately rushed into the scorched bedroom.

Old Jack's turbid eyes stared at the ceiling indifferently, his breath was uncertain, his chapped lips opened and closed up and down, making a sound like a mosquito:

"Yang... Yang Ming."

Yang Ming was startled, and tightly held Old Jack's hand, crying, and said:

"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. He only thought Yang Ming was comforting him.

"No...you leave... the village..." Even if death is imminent, Old Jack still thinks of Yang Ming's safety, "Go...the farther...the better..."

Feeling the lower and lower temperature in the palm of his grandfather, Yang Ming lowered his head, tears falling down in despair.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad!

The cold eyes ticked down on the back of Old Jack's hand. This was a very dark and skinny hand with calluses on the palm, which were all traces of previous work in the field.

"No, grandpa, I don't want to leave you!"

"Stupid...child..." The light in Old Jack's eyes dimmed, but there was a soothing smile at the corner of his mouth, "You are... grandpa's... proud... listen... words..."

The voice gradually lowered, until the old Jack closed his eyes.

Just at this moment, Tang San came out holding a half-black xylophone and handed it to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming pursed his mouth and tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart. He stretched out a finger and put a finger on the tip of Old Jack's nose to test it. He had no breath.

However, Yang Ming remembered that he had heard before that after a person loses his breath, it does not mean death. As long as there is a little heartbeat, he might be able to save him.

Yang Ming's ears were lying on his grandpa's chest, listening carefully.

Tang San and Xiao Wu stood by, holding their breath, not daring to move rashly, for fear of disturbing Yang Ming.

One second, two seconds...

Every second is a torment for Yang Ming.

When it was twenty-eight seconds, a slight heartbeat that could almost ignore the past passed into Yang Ming's ears, it was like the sound of heaven!

"There is still help!"

Yang Ming felt ecstatic in his heart, and ordered Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"You guard by my side, don't let anyone disturb me!" 12 Novel Network www.12shuo.com

Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded their heads, guarding the windows and doorways, carefully scanning the situation outside.

Yang Ming lowered his head, looked at the blackened guqin, gently stroked, let out a soft cry, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although part of the guqin is burnt out, it can still be used in general.

As long as he can use it, he can play Cai Wenji's Wangyou Song.

Touch the strings with your fingertips, and the jingle of the melodious piano sounds like a pour, seeming to relieve the world's sorrow.

Along with the flick of the musical notes, a lush green light emerged, the light color was soft, refreshing, and with a very comfortable atmosphere, it fell on the old Jack's aged body.

However, the difficulty of pulling old Jack back from the deadlock was obviously beyond Yang Ming's expectations.

After five seconds of Wangyou Song, Yang Ming just treated the old Jack's injury. Old Jack's nose had an extra 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, and hundreds of corpses on the road, men, women, old and young.

A black rider with a black armor bordered with gold threads, dressed in a black cloak, is obviously the leader of these black riders. The black helmet falls on the mask, revealing a pair of eyes like the cold well of Gutan, with cold eyes. To the other black riding roads:

"Where is the target? Have you found it?"

"found it."

"What about others?"

"Lost."

"waste!"

After that, the black riding leader raised a finger and gently poked the talking black riding's forehead. The other party had no resistance at all, leaving a hole on the forehead, and the corpse fell to the ground, and blood shed all over the ground.

Spicy!ruthless!

If Yang Ming were here, he would find that it was very similar to the wound on the abdomen of Grandpa Old Jack.

The black cavalry leader is irritable, they are a mercenary group named Heishui.

Of course, looking at their behavior, you know that their mercenary group is not doing a legitimate industry.

Although it is not a famous large-scale mercenary group in the Douluo Continent, with its fierce work and unscrupulous behavior style for achieving its goals, the Heishui Mercenary Group can be regarded as small in some dark sides.

The black cavalry leader is the head of the black water mercenary group.

Just as the head of Heishui was irritated by the loss of Yang Ming's whereabouts, a sound of harp sounded from a distance.

"There is……"

Looking in the direction from the sound of the piano, the head of Heishui's eyes flashed and he recognized that it was the village chief's house.

The head of Heishui immediately turned on his horse, and greeted the Bailai Black Knight who had gathered again:

"Come with me!"

The horse whip slammed hard, the black horse under the seat was in pain, a horse hissed, all four hooves vigorously exerted force, and it rushed like a gale.

"Da, da, da..."

Hearing the familiar sound of horseshoes from far to near, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were protecting Yang Ming's law, changed their faces suddenly.

The two stood at the door of the near collapsed house and looked forward. At the end of the road, a huge horse head appeared first, followed by cavalry in black armor, and a hundred people black cavalry raised the noise of flying dust behind them.

Arrogant!

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