Otherworldly Merchant

Looking at him, I figured it might have something to do with Dragon Springs' artifact.

But what kind of artifact can make a man like a T-shirt die from thousands of miles away?

Back at the hotel, Lee Asako asked me strangely what happened. I calmly pointed at the T-shirt man, who was already weak and unable to stand steadily, and I held him back on the way back.

I lifted the T-shirt man to the couch, and he smiled and said it was okay and that he should just be tired.

Of course I don't believe it, but I didn't poke him on the surface. I know it had something to do with what Mr. Dongguo said before he ran away, but the T-shirt man insisted, and I couldn't help it.

I spent the night with Li Mazi, and the next day I woke up, the T-shirt man was in worse shape, his eyes were dark, and he seemed to be losing his breath lying in bed.

I grabbed breakfast from the lobby and the T-shirt man looked at me with his eyes open and didn't have the strength to speak. I handed the bun to his mouth and he had no intention of eating it, but shook his head weakly.

Looking at him like this, my heart was getting worse and worse. I brought him a glass of water to feed him to drink. Who knew he could not swallow it, and the water flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

His eyes filled with despair, so I sat by the bed and watched him, and he was awake and unconscious, and sometimes breathing stopped suddenly, and my breathing stopped.

So much for a day and a night, the T-shirt man didn't get better, his face grew whiter, and he looked like an incurable patient waiting for the death to come.

Li Mazi called me aside, worried to ask me if the T-shirt man had any illness, I shook my head and said: “How was your first body, you don't know, what illness can make people like this in a few days? ”

Li Mazi turned her head and looked at the T-shirt man lying on the bed and sighed deeply.

I've been trying to feed a T-shirt man all day, but he didn't succeed once in a while, and he woke up with an empty eye.

I laid a face down, didn't know what to say, he pulled up his corner and smiled, seemed to want to say something, but just opened his mouth and didn't make a sound.

“What the hell is going on? Will you tell me? You're going to die like this. ”

I yelled in a hurry, the T-shirt man looked at me, weak and desperate: “It's a nail-headed seven-arrow book! ”

By the time those five words came down, he had lost consciousness, and I was standing cold. I finally know why he keeps saying it, because I can't save him...

Nail head seven arrow book!

I was horrified and deeply helpless looking at the T-shirt man lying on the bed almost stopping breathing.

“Brother, what the hell is this nail book? ”

Li Mazi rubbed her hands and asked me anxiously, but I couldn't speak, closed my eyes and found a way.

People who often read classical novels should be very familiar with it. The word nail-head seven-arrow book first appeared in the Enchantment List. It was one of the ten great artifacts of the ancient period, and Pantian seal. The sword is a level.

Legend has it that Kang Gi Teeth led the army to consult the Dynasty, and halfway across the road was blocked by a Taoist named Zhao Gongming.

Zhao was a first-class master in interception, riding a black tiger, holding a steel whip, and in the blink of an eye killed more than a dozen generals under Jiang Ziteeth.

Kang Zifang knew that not only could he not defeat Zhao Gongming, but he would also drag down the army, so he came up with a shady solution and secretly borrowed an artifact: the Seven Arrows Book of Nails.

The so-called Nail Head Book of Seven Arrows, the seven unknown peach wood arrows, contains a powerful cursing power.

Just get the target's hair or blood, write down his birthday and stick it on the scarecrow, and shoot an arrow with a nail seven arrow book every day. Shoot the limbs first, then the eyes, and finally the center mouth. As long as all seven arrows go, the fairy is also difficult to escape.

With this, Ginger's teeth smoothly removed Zhao Gongming and won the final victory.

Master Zhao is close to the superior cultivation, and there is nothing to fight back under the nail seven arrow book, let alone the T-shirt man?

I exhaled and tried to calm myself down. Dragon Qingqing Qiu gave me blood to kill me this time, even this to the two killers.

No, it's not!

I looked at the T-shirt man, my brain turned fast, and suddenly realized that Long Qingqing Qiu's goal didn't seem to be me, otherwise I would have been killed by the spirit.

Dragon Qing Qing Qiu deliberately borrowed the Thai people to get me into trouble, with the ultimate aim of luring the T-shirt man out and eradicating it.

This is not necessarily a poisonous trick. If we find out their true goal and don't let the T-shirt man do it, the people around me, including me, may die, and Dragon Qing Qiu won't lose.

If not, take the life of the T-shirt man and deal with us. It may also be a small matter for Dragon Qing Qiu!

“Don't worry, I'll try to save you! ”

Looking at the T-shirt guy with his eyes closed, I'm not sure if he can hear me, but seriously, as if to make himself feel at ease.

Now I finally understand why the T-shirt guy was abnormally suddenly looking for the black wizards, just because he knew he couldn't last long enough, he had to solve this problem for me before he died.

Too bad he underestimated the power of the nail book!

I searched like crazy for Mr. Dongguo's whereabouts, and there were two days left before the seven-day death of the nail-headed seven-arrow book. If I couldn't find Mr. Dongguo within two days and succeeded in stopping him, the T-shirt man had only one dead end.

Looking at the sun going down today, I went back to the hotel tired, and Li Mazi shook his head at me, saying that the T-shirt man had no sign of waking up.

I looked at the T-shirt man, and things used to go through my head like a walking lantern, and I finally collapsed and sat on the floor, and the tears came down.

I didn't know how long later, I exhaled and slapped myself.

Hatsukichi isn't dead yet, why are you crying here?

I rubbed my tears with my sleeves, sat up from the ground, trying to cheer myself up, but I still felt powerless.

This is Thailand. None of the relationships I have accumulated over the years have worked, and no one else has seen Mr. Dongguo. A lot of Chinese people are selling art on the streets of Thailand with Erhu behind their backs, but every time they go, they are disappointed.

After turning the other side of the hotel overnight, the next morning I rushed out again, searching one street and one street, the more anxious I was to find it.

I was so tired that I couldn't walk anymore. I went to a street shop and sat down. I asked for a bowl of water and poured it into my mouth. After drinking, I put the bowl down. I got up and was ready to continue looking for Mr. Dongguo.

“Brother, buy a flower.” A crisp voice came along.

I haven't had time to get out of my seat and hear a surprising turn of voice. It's not surprising that I can hear Chinese here, but there aren't many Chinese spoken at first sight.

This is a lovely girl, I would definitely pay for some, but now that I'm really not in the mood, I wave my hand and say I'm not in the mood.

“Is Brother looking for someone? ”

The girl's voice locked me in place, and I squatted down and held her arm with my hands and asked, "How do you know? Have you seen that man? ”

The little girl frowned, and I realized that I had too much power in my hand, so I let go. “Excuse me, little sister, have you told my brother that you've met that man? ”