Lin Sishen was filled with noise outside the door. She listened to the unscrupulous bullying Mo Zhu, and her murderous intent was surging in her heart, wishing she could cut off the hands and legs of those people.

Over the years, Mo Zhu was just Lin Sishen's personal maid, but Lin Sishen had long regarded her as his family and as his own sister. Even she never said a harsh word to Mo Zhu, those people dared...

Lin Sishen pursed his pale thin lips, his face looked cold as frost, and his bound hands clenched tightly behind him.

The footsteps outside the door were approaching, and then the door creaked and was pushed open, as if three people had entered the room.

Lin Sishen smelled the faint fragrance of medicine coming from the air. She immediately turned her head and looked out the door. In the darkness in front of her, she couldn't wait to speak: "Mo Zhu."

Mo Zhu was dirty and embarrassed, and blood was still dripping from her snow-white cheeks. The wound seemed a little deep. The blood slid from her face, slashing across her slender neck, soaking the collar of her clothes.

However, Mo Zhu seemed to have not noticed it, as if she didn't care about the wound on the pasta at all, and would leave ugly scars on her pretty face in the future.

She stepped into the house calmly, and then she looked anxiously at Lin Sishen in the corner. Her dim eyes lit up instantly. She quickly walked to Lin Sishen's side, raised her sleeves and gently wiped the blood on Lin Sishen's cheeks. She whispered in pain and sob: "Young master, I'm here."

At least Mo Zhu sounded pretty well, Lin Sishen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay? What did they do to you? Did you hurt you?"

Mo Zhu shook her head gently with red eyes and said softly: "Don't worry, young master, I'm fine."

Lin Sishen frowned slightly. How could Mo Zhu be as safe as the movement outside just now? She lowered her voice and asked again: "Don't hide it from me, do you really have nothing to do?"

Mo Zhu was stunned for a moment. She slowly raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch her injured cheek, but she put it down again. She was afraid that Lin Sishen would worry about her, so she pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's really okay, don't think too much, young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men in black who were guarding her behind her urged impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, why don't you put medicine quickly?"

Mo Zhu turned his head and glanced at the two of them, and said lukewarmly: "Two brothers, wait a moment, and it will be fine soon."

The two of them stood behind Mo Zhu, staring at her every move. Mo Zhu didn't know how to say anything, but put down the herbs in her hand and carefully took off the cloth strip covered in Lin Sishen's eyes.

Lin Sishen's eyes had been simply treated by Mo Zhu before. The wounds of his eyes were covered with crushed herbs, but the herbs had been soaked in blood and needed to be replaced immediately.

After Mo Zhu took off the herbs from Lin Sishen's eyes, Lin Sishen's eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to open them, but Mo Zhu hurriedly stopped them and said, "Young Master, don't move, don't open your eyes first."

Lin Sishen took a deep breath, closed his eyes and asked softly, "Is it serious?"

Mo Zhu looked at Lin Sishen's eyes, shook her head, and hesitated: "Although it looks serious, don't worry, I will do my best to heal the young master's eye injury."

Lin Sishen pursed his pale thin lips without saying a word, tried hard to suppress the trace of fear in his heart, and asked in a calm tone: "Mo Zhu, tell me the truth, are you sure you are sure."

Mo Zhu lowered her head, and a thick layer of fog filled her dark eyes. She knelt beside Lin Sishen, her thin body trembled slightly: "The medicinal materials for treating injuries are hard to find here, and they are unwilling to go to the pharmacy to get medicine. If they delay for another two days, I will probably be less than 30% sure."

Lin Sishen was stunned. She spoke in a daze and asked slowly, "Thirty percent?"

Mo Zhu hurriedly reached out and held Lin Sishen's shoulder when he heard this, and comforted him repeatedly: "Don't worry, even if I am useless, I cannot cure my eye injury, and the princess and aunts, their medical skills are above me."

Lin Sishen frowned tightly, curled his lips bitterly, and then ordered: "Don't worry about me, apply medicine for me."

If even Mo Zhu was only 30% sure, then how much more could Chen Qingwan and the wet nurse be, I'm afraid it would be almost the same. Lin Sishen was a little confused. She didn't expect Lin Siluo to make such a heavy hand on her, nor did she expect that one day she would have to worry about it. One day she opened her eyes, and she would be pitch black in front of her.

Mo Zhu looked at Lin Sishen's pale expression worriedly. After a while of silence, she took a deep breath, crushed the herbs that she had finally obtained, and then hung them in front of Lin Sishen: "Young Master, open your eyes slowly."

Lin Sishen slowly opened his eyes. His beautiful and clear eyes were covered in blood at this time, and he looked a bit strange and charming.

After opening her eyes, Lin Sishen did not see anything, but everything in front of her was like a layer of blood-colored gauze curtain, hazy and ethereal.

Mo Zhu lowered the squeezed medicine juice in Lin Sishen's eyes, and tiny green water drops hit her eyes, bringing a tingling sensation, making Lin Sishen subconsciously want to close his eyes and avoid it.

But she knew that these herbs were hard-earned and were the only ones Mo Zhu could make for her now, so she endured the pain and didn't even dare to blink.

After applying medicine to Lin Sishen, Mo Zhu was taken away by the two guards. Before leaving, she wanted to say something to Lin Sishen, but the two kept urging him, and Mo Zhu could only silently and let them leave.

Shortly after Mo Zhu left, another person walked into the house and took away the jade pendant that was not far away from Lin Sishen's waist without saying a word. Lin Sishen did not speak out and allowed the man to take away the jade pendant.

It was all the way to the late night, and there was a silence around it, with only the slight and crisp sound of insects around it.

To avoid attracting attention, these people did not start torches. They hid in the darkness and watched with their eyes open and their eyes were vigilantly.

Lin Sishen had not dripped in all day long, and her throat was as dry as a fire. She moved her stiff body and quietly fumbled the cold and hard wooden board behind her with her hands. After fumbled for a while, she finally touched a piece of wooden thorn that seemed to be cracked.

At the same time, not far from Lin Sishen's trapped in the wooden house, a man in black quietly walked through the overgrown path and slowly approached.

The man in black pushed away the thorns in front of him and was about to look at the abandoned wooden houses not far away, a sound of stepping on the dead branches suddenly came from beside him.

He suddenly turned his head and a sharp light rushed straight towards his neck.

The man in black looked shaking and quickly turned over and avoided, but the man behind him waved his sword and rushed over, and his move was fierce and fierce. The man in black seemed not to want to fight with this person, and kept leaping to avoid it.

After taking a few moves back and forth, the man in black nipped his toes and jumped aside in a hurry, trying to get out of the dilemma.

There were a few sounds of breaking through the air, and the man in black skillfully avoided the hidden weapons one by one, but almost when he was about to escape, he was attacked by a flying knife in the back of the heart. After a muffled groan, his body softly fell to the ground.

The knife-holder who had been following him rushed forward and slashed his neck with a knife. The man in black almost disappeared in an instant.

After the knife-holder killed him, he squatted down and reached out to turn him over, as if he wanted to see where this person came from. But when he turned the man in black over, the man in black loosened his hands tightly, and a red light flashed in his hand, and quickly rushed into the sky, and a dazzling fire bloomed above the jungle.

The man was startled and hurriedly turned around and looked aside.

Lu Xingquan walked quietly to the two of them, looked at the dead man in black on the ground, and said with a slight silence: "I didn't expect that they were actually here so soon. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Take Lin Sishen away immediately."

A group of people led by Lu Xingquan and Yanting hurriedly took Lin Sishen and Mo Zhu away after being found. The seriously injured coachman Lao Chen tried to yell because he refused to cooperate and tried to yell. He was killed by a clean and neat knife, leaving only one body behind.

Shortly after they left, Shen Qingwan hurriedly brought people here and investigated the abandoned wooden houses.

The subordinates found the body of the man in black who had died before and the body of Old Chen in a broken house.

Shen Qingwan looked at Old Chen and recognized him as the coachman of the General's Mansion. She frowned slightly and turned around without saying a word, and walked into the wooden house where Lin Sishen was imprisoned before.

The wooden house was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and some crushed herbs were thrown on the ground, and there were still a lot of blood on the wooden bed and a piece of fine cloth strips in the corner.

Shen Qingwan recognized the piece of cloth at a glance, which came from the robe Lin Sishen was wearing today. She slowly leaned over and held the broken strip in her hand, with bloodstains on her head.

There is no need to look at the herbs on the ground. Even if you just smell the smell, Shen Qingwan knew what it was. In addition, with the blood-stained cloth strips in his hand, Shen Qingwan knew that Lin Sishen was injured.

I think so, how could Yilin Sishen surrender? If he was forcibly caught, he would definitely be hurt by those people.

Shen Qingwan lowered her eyes and looked at the blood-stained strips of cloth on her hands. A cold light flashed between her dark and shimmering eyes.

Lu Yin quickly walked into the house, stood behind Shen Qingwan, and whispered: "Princess, they should be able to catch up with you soon after they left."

Shen Qingwan held the strip of cloth in his hand tightly, opened his lips and said coldly: "Send two people to guard this place, and the rest will follow me."

Lu Xingquan and others did not expect that someone would follow him so soon, so they could only hurriedly take Lin Sishen and Mo Zhu away.

Lin Sishen was wrapped in a broken sack, with a dirty and smelly cloth stuffed in her mouth. She was a little dizzy because of the bumps. However, she guessed that someone must have come here and learned her traces. Otherwise, Lu Xingquan would not have taken her and Mo Zhu away so eagerly.

She curled up silently in the sack, carefully took out a sharp piece of wooden hidden in her sleeve, and held it in her palm.

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