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Chapter 164

The three of us fell on top of each other like a stack of arhats, with me at the bottom and Poker Bottle at the top, with a hand-rolled noodle sandwiched in between.

Judging from this situation, he should be dead, or at least fainted, otherwise it would be impossible not to attack the two of us.

But what is my current situation, and what is my little brother's current situation, I don't have the slightest idea in my heart.

"Are you okay?" I said sullenly to my little brother across the shoulder of the hand-rolled noodles.

"Yeah." The little brother just replied so briefly.

I tried my best to push Ruan Qi's body away, and finally got a little room to breathe. At this time, Poker Bottle also rolled down from Ruan Qi's body.

Attention, it is rolling down.When I noticed this detail, my heart was already cold.

"You..." I struggled to sit up, but my ribs hurt, and I couldn't use any strength in my thighs. At this moment, Poyoufeng suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Don't move around, I'm fine."

He didn't make much effort, but I gave up struggling.At this time, I suddenly remembered a passage I read in "A Dream of Red Mansions" before. It was probably when Qin Zhong molested the little nun, and the little nun "couldn't afford to struggle in every possible way". resemblance.

Poker Bottle is actually quite close to me, only an elbow away.

In the lonely tomb, the only throbbing except for my own panting was the faint sound of his breathing.

"Are you really okay?" I didn't dare to turn my head, and stared straight at the dark ceiling, "I'm very afraid that you will fall down without a word."

"What about you?" Poker bottle said.

"It hurts a lot. But it's not unbearable." I said.

"Hand-rolled noodles are dead?" I added.

"Hmm." Poker Bottle replied lightly.

I smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, which made me immediately alarmed. I turned to the hand-rolled noodles first, but he was really dead.Turning to Poker Bottle again, his face was still as pale as paper, but there was no sign of bleeding.

It wasn't until Poker-Face sat up suddenly that I realized what was going on.

It is I who bleed.

The chest was beaten with hand-rolled noodles. It’s not a traumatic injury. It’s a clear cut on the thigh. It hurts the muscles and bones and may even pierce the artery. That is, I still know a little bit, so I didn’t let the knife bring fatal danger. , At this time, the knife has not been opened yet, blood is already pouring out, my pants have been soaked in dark brown blood, with a heavy rusty smell.

"Don't move." Poker bottle said.

He skillfully took off his shirt, tore the close-fitting shirt into cloth strips, tied them to my thighs in the form of a tourniquet, and used the first-aid kit in my backpack to splint the wound on my chest.He didn't have time to put on his coat until he had bandaged my wound, and I noticed that the unicorn tattoo was faintly showing on his body.

Of course, at this time, I have no time to covet my little brother's beauty. What worries me is the meaning behind the tattoo: "Do you have a fever?" I asked.

"No." Poker bottle said.

I stretched out my hand to touch it, but he easily held my wrist. I didn't use any force but I couldn't move it. The only thing I could feel was that his hand was very warm, but it wasn't as scorching as the earth.

"You need to take care of your wound, otherwise it will be very troublesome." Poker bottle said, "But this process will be very painful."

I knew what he was referring to. I looked down at the dagger dangling from the handle on my thigh. Even though I was used to seeing all kinds of horror scenes, I still felt dizzy.

"I understand." I said.

Poker-Face nodded, and then he pulled me up a little, with one hand around my waist and the other holding my injured leg.

Then, he held the handle of the knife with the hand around my waist, and the hand supporting my leg began to increase strength. I knew this was to prevent excessive blood loss when drawing the knife.He used a lot of strength in his hands, which even made me feel like I was partially hypoxic.

I closed my eyes and decided not to look at the knife. After all, I still didn't have the courage to scrape bones to heal poison or a strong man to cut off wrists. However, before I even remembered the names of the protagonists in these two stories, my thighs had already passed. There was a piercing pain.I let out a scream, covered my mouth abruptly, and let the blood that Poker Bottle couldn't stop continued to flow out of my wound like a hot spring.

"Hold it." Poker bottle said.At this time, his voice is very decisive, and it often gives people the illusion that this person has no feelings in his heart, but now I gradually understand that this machine-like state is just a way of expressing emotions. .

I replied feebly.

Things like blood loss really take away a person's strength.This kind of thing is not like pain, which can be endured with willpower.When the blood flows out, the strength of the whole body will also flow away.Even though Poker Ping has done some work to stop the bleeding, the knife that rolled the noodles by hand, or the knife I inserted myself was too deep, and the blood still couldn't stop flowing out, which made me feel weak all over , There is also some whiteness in front of my eyes.

I even briefly lost consciousness due to bleeding, and when I came back to my senses, I found myself in the arms of Poker Bottle.

He hugged me to keep me from falling down. The wound on my leg has been bandaged again. Although it is still bleeding and painful, it is manageable.

I didn't have much strength, and I didn't have much time to think about it. I leaned into his arms, and then I relaxed a little.

"You shouldn't have done this." Poker Ping seemed to sigh, "You almost died."

"If I don't do this, we will all die." I said, "I still won't regret this kind of thing."

"It's true." Poker bottle said.

"And you, brother, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine." Poker Bottle replied.

"Then what should we do now, go up to meet them? Or just find a way to find that altar?" I asked.

To my surprise, Poker Bottle didn't respond.

I was just about to ask again, but suddenly there was a "thump" in my heart. It was unreasonable for Poker to ignore me all of a sudden, and it was impossible not to hear my words.

Suddenly I realized that Pokerfing's body was scalding through the thin cloth.

I struggled to turn my head back, although he was still holding me, but he didn't stop my movement.

Injuries to my legs and ribs made my movements very slow, and Poker Face's laissez-faire to my movements made my heart rise in my throat.

Turning my head, Poker Face's pale face appeared in front of me.

His eyes were half closed, his expression looked extremely tired, and he seemed to have fallen into a doze.

My heart exploded at once.

I shook his shoulder vigorously, and after a while, Poker Face opened his eyes slightly.

Even at this time, he looked at me with tired eyes.

However, even with just such a stare at each other, my heart that was on the verge of collapse recovered to an unprecedented calmness the moment I met Poker-Face's eyes.

The mind also regains the ability to think.

I have encountered such a situation once in the Wangjia Ancient Building.

Now I know that this is my last chance to save my little brother.

"Take a break." I said gently to Poker Bottle, "I'll wake you up later."

Poker bottle looked at me, moved his lips, but finally said nothing, this time he really closed his eyes and lowered his head.

I stood up from Poker Face's arms and turned my backpack to the front. My hands were shaking all the time, as if I was burned by his body temperature, but at the same time, my heart was surprisingly calm.

I took out the amethyst box that was said to record the secrets of the altar, and opened it without hesitation.

I'm not sure about finding the altar alone, but I also know that I have no choice.