I promise

Chapter 630
A huge coffin was covered with gray-green eyebrow tea, and a scent of tea rushed out when the coffin was opened.

Mu Dianke was lying in the coffin in plain clothes, with a fallen plum petal on his forehead, which seemed pale red, and the skin on his cheeks was soft and radiant, his face still vivid.

Mu Zijin stretched out his hand, pointing thinly, staying under Mu Dianke's nose for a long time, and finally retracted slowly.The person in the coffin was indeed not breathing.

Mu Zijin untied the guqin from his back, stood upright beside the car, bowed his thin waist, and carried Mu Dianke out of the huge coffin.

This is his younger sister, Xiao Si'er.

Even though he hadn't seen her for ten years, and she had grown from a little girl to a slender girl, and her appearance had changed, he still recognized her.Now that she is dead, he wants to take her home, and he can't let her be buried alone in a foreign land with no name, no surname, no monument and no tomb.

"The girl told Elder Xu before she was alive that she hoped to be buried in Gusu, that's where she met Mr. Chang." Huo An said a step forward.

"She should be with her mother." Mu Zijin said the first sentence.

His voice, just like him, is dull, hard, and emotionless, "None of you are sincere to her."

If he was sincere, how could he let her die.Since he didn't even care about her life or death, how could he know what was in her heart and where she wanted to go.

In the end, for the sake of those two unworthy men, she would rather wrong herself, and dare not even go home.

Mu Zijin carried Mu Dianke behind his back, bent down to pick up the guqin under his feet, and walked forward across the convoy.

Huo An followed closely with his gun in hand.

Both his legs and arms were injured, the strength was too heavy, the bone was injured, and he limped when he walked.

Mu Zijin didn't feel any better, the blue clothes were covered with bloodstains.But he walked very steadily, with his shoulders straight, as if he was leaning against it with a ruler.Even if a person is carried on his back, it does not hinder his loose posture at all.

It was as if there was no one and nothing in this world that could make him bend his proud spine.

"Sir." Yun Xiaoyi called out hesitantly.

After a protracted and vicious battle, both sides have already suffered losses, and it will be useless to continue fighting.After all, Mu Zijin is Mu Dianke's elder brother, so he has no malicious intentions.But it doesn't seem very good to just let him take people away like this.

"Report to Elder Xu." Huo An turned his head and glanced along the convoy, and said in a calm voice with an irrefutable tone, "All these people are arrested, and the news cannot be leaked. I will escort the girl's spirit body to Luoyang."

It was Xu Younan's idea to be buried in Gusu, not necessarily Mu Dianke's wish.

He knew that Mu Dianke always wanted to go back to Luoyang.

It was the autumn of one year, and he followed Mu Dianke into the customs to carry out an assassination mission.The task was arduous, and he narrowly escaped death. On the way back, he was exhausted and rested in a birch forest.

At that time, in late autumn, there was a thick layer of yellow and dead leaves under the feet.Mu Dianke sat under the tree with his knees hugged, watched the fallen leaves in the air for a long time, and said, "How wonderful, the leaves return to their roots. We don't even have roots."

The reason why he remembered so clearly was because Mu Dian seldom told him anything unrelated to the mission.When she said this, her tone, demeanor, and the pause of every word, including the scene when the fallen leaves were golden and the autumn wind twirled her hair, he remembered them deeply in his heart.

I have been remembering it to this day.

Mu Zijin was seriously injured. He carried a person and a piano on his back, and he didn't walk fast.Huo An followed closely at a steady pace.

When Mu Zijin left, he would go; when Mu Zijin stopped, he would stop too; always trailing behind him about a hundred paces.

Mu Zijin is obviously used to being taciturn. He doesn't like Huo An's pursuit, but he still needs to save his energy to send Mu Dianke back to Luoyang. He doesn't want to fight endlessly with Huo An, and he doesn't want to use his tongue, so he just keeps silent. hurry

He didn't speak to anyone along the way.He bought a large bag of dry steamed buns on the side of the road. He ate steamed buns when he was hungry, and drank water by the stream when he was thirsty.

Meal wind and sleep dew, a body of dust.

But he took good care of Mu Dianke, washing her face, combing her hair, dusting her clothes, patiently and carefully, as if she was still alive.

Two days passed, and Mu Dianke still had no breathing or pulse, but her limbs were always soft, not stiff like other people who had been dead for a long time.There is no corpse smell, only the residual tea fragrance.

Even occasionally, Mu Zijin could still feel her hot and cold body temperature coming from his back. Although it was very short, he really felt it.That's not an illusion.

He walked into a medical clinic with Mu Dianke on his back, and was quickly kicked out by the people inside.

"Go! Go! Go! Bring a dead man to seek bad luck!" The doctor with a face full of flesh stood at the door and cursed.

Mu Zijin turned around silently.

The doctor was puzzled, and wanted to chase after him and curse a few words, when a straight spear roared towards him, piercing through his shoulder blades.The fat doctor was thrown to the ground, crying out in pain.

Huo An walked over fiercely, grabbed the barrel of the gun and lifted it, a stream of blood spurted out from the deep hole in his shoulder.

Huo An turned around with the gun in hand, and the point of the gun swept the doctor's throat behind him.

Mu Dian was dead, the same day he induced poison for Jin Yanchen.But then he would not allow others to insult her, calling her a "unlucky" "dead person".

Huo An caught up with Mu Zijin from behind.

"The girl is still alive, right?" He could also see that Mu Dian was not stable on Mu Zijin's back, and he relied entirely on his palm to hold it.A stiff body doesn't do that.

Huo An had learned a little bit of poison art, and he knew that it was not surprising that the corpses of people who died of severe poisoning would appear strange.But he still held out hope, hoping to get a positive response from Mu Zijin.

Mu Zijin has been carrying Mu Dianke on his back these days, he knows Mu Dianke's situation best
But Mu Zijin ignored him.

Huo An is also a man of few words, but now he really hates Mu Zijin's silence, it almost makes him want to jump up and hit someone.

"He just has a bit of a vicious mouth." After walking for a while, Mu Zijin said something irrelevant.

"Damn him!" Huo An said darkly.

Mu Zijin stopped talking and walked straight into a pharmacy opposite.

News travels fast in a small town. Neighbors and neighbors look at each other through the windows. If someone smashes a teapot and yells, it can be spread from the street to the end of the street immediately.

With the signature of the doctor who died tragically, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy did not dare to drive away the customers directly, and welcomed the person in tremblingly, feeling his pulse while trembling with his hands: "Mr. No...maybe I'm wrong...change...change to a smart doctor."

Mu Zijin went out with Mu Dian on his back.

He asked for the location of the nearest medical center and found the only family in the town with a horse. Unfortunately, the horse was too thin and his legs were weak, so Mu Zijin abandoned the horse within a mile and carried Mu Dianke on his back. He ran without touching his feet.

Huo An seemed to hear some kind of exciting order, and ran along with Mu Zijin with a gun in hand.

"Alive." Under Huo An's tireless questioning, Mu Zijin finally said something briefly.

During the time he lived in Yanjiaxi village, he learned a little bit of medical skills from the witch doctor in the village.Know that there are some rare diseases, the pulse is weak and undetectable, and it is easy to be mistaken for death.You have to meet a very knowledgeable doctor to detect it.

The folks are so talented, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will always give it a try.

Huo An stopped in the wild run.

Mu Zijin had already galloped a long way, but he was still standing there with his gun.

At dusk, the sun was slanting, and the setting sun dyed half of the sky red.Huo An stood in this bloody sunset for a long time, and suddenly had the urge to cry loudly.

(End of this chapter)