The Whispering Wind Sword
40. There's a Killer, Miss.
Without waiting for the help of others, with great difficulty, supported Ding Tao's body to get to the top of his own bed.
The well-organized body of the young man then covered him.
After believing that the young man was safe in his room, he moved to leave the room and meet the Huang family's personal physician, who lived in one of the buildings in the Huang family residence.
His hand had already touched the door, when it occurred to him that the injuries Ding Tao had sustained indicated that there was a person who intended to harm the young man, it did not occur to him how dangerous it was to roam outside the room, as it was, if anyone is patrolling his house. What occurred to him was Ding Tao's safety when he was left behind.
Quickly the girl returned, this time she had a thick blanket on the floor, hidden in a large bed. Ding Tao's body that had been raised up, dropped there, arranged the items and then checked from the door. After being satisfied with her work, the girl left the room, about to go to the building where the healer lived.
He did not dare to walk blatantly, as it was remembered that the person who attacked Ding Tao could still be wandering around.
Hiding in the shadows of this brave girl settles slowly but surely.
His steps suddenly came to a halt when he saw two figures in black clothes and disguised were facing and revealing something.
Their conversation sounded.
The longer one listened the paler the girl's face became.
Black shirt, black cover, on a dark night, would a straight minded person do that? What is clear is whatever they want to do, both of them arouse the suspicion of the person who caught him. How shocked Huang
Ying Ying, as they alluded to her father's name.
Paler still face when looking at the scene that we already know in the previous chapter. Without asking much, this girl could imagine what had really happened. Although her heart was rebellious and could not yet accept the reality that lay before her, the girl wasted no time in returning to her room. Ding Tao was in danger and no one in the house could trust him to help the young man.
As soon as he arrived in the room the door closed tightly, with his heart fluttering he leaned behind the door.
His eyes wandered wildly, exploring every corner of his room. He has lived in the same room for a dozen years. Small and big changes he made, every thing in the room he knew was right, but this time his eyes looked at him through a different angle.
Huang Ying Ying's room was extremely spacious. In a girl's room it is natural that there is also a large closet containing clothes. If the room is so spacious, the girl's wardrobe is also worth the size of her room.
All kinds of fabrics with various colors can be found there. From the seam tailor to the north of the city, to the tailor who lives in the south of the city there is also there.
Among the strands of cloth and clothes hanging that Ding Tao spent his time, fainting quietly while outside hundreds of people swiped all over to find him.
The wound of this young man was actually quite severe, lucky that his pure air was already quite well established and Zhang Zhiyi had not been very well versed in the science of blows he used. His breathing was wheezing, even in his slumbering sleep by sleeping pills the young man still often grinned in pain.
Huang Ying Ying who was alarmed by the state of the young man could only wipe away the blood-stained parts of his body.
He arranged the thick cloths so that the young man could lie as warmly and comfortably as possible. For a moment he looked at Ding Tao's pale face, with a handkerchief he wiped away the sweat that filled the young man's forehead.
Not daring to linger, the girl quickly closed her closet, leaving only a slight gap as an air hole.
When the bustling sounds of people passed in front of her room, this girl pretended to be awakened by that voice. He opened the door and then turned his head out, questioning the passers-by,
―Uncle, what's the night-night storm like?‖ermark
―There was a young lady murder!‖ermark
―Some one killed Mr. Zhang Zhiyi.
‖―There's someone who stole Miss's father's heirloom.‖ermark
―Ding Tao the killer, now he's on the run.‖ermark
Some people replied in unison, their voices were mixed precisely making their explanations unclear, Huang Ying Ying of course had actually already known what was happening, even clearer than those who spoke, of course, but he pretended to be confused.
