[69 Book Bar-www.] About the time for a cup of tea has passed, the cold night wind has blown away the white smoke, and the vision gradually becomes clearer.

Leng Wuxin looked down and saw the cold corpses of Hei Lao Er and Hei Lao San lying on the ground, bleeding from all the orifices, and looking miserable. Hei Lao Liu took advantage of the smoke to escape and had already escaped without a trace.

"Ah, it hurts, my head hurts so much!"

In the silent night, the man in white suddenly heard the sound of pain. He held his head and banged it against a thick fir tree pole in the forest. It seemed that only this act of self-mutilation could relieve the severe pain in his head that was about to explode.

"Xue Wu, quickly bring the carriage over and take out my piano."

Seeing the man in white's crazy self-mutilation behavior, Leng Wuxin suddenly felt compassion, looked in the direction of the carriage and shouted loudly.

Then, she moved slightly, walked behind the man in white, and placed a slight finger on his body. The man in white softened, closed his eyes tightly, and slid down with his head in his arms. Leng Wuxin stretched out his hand to support her, moving gently

Let him lean against the tree trunk.

Seeing the blood flowing on the ferocious forehead, I sighed softly in my heart. First, I gently wiped the blood on his forehead with a silk handkerchief. Then I took out a bottle of the Snow Clan's special gold healing medicine from my arms and poured it on the forehead of the man in white.

Stop bleeding from wounds.

Although he was wearing a mask in his sleep and could not clearly see the expression on his face, the twitching body said everything. He was very uncomfortable and in great pain.

After doing all this, Xue Wu, who was driving the carriage, was also approaching. She jumped out of the carriage with a guqin in her arms. This guqin had a tung surface and a cedar base, and was completely black with pure antlers and gray tires. On the back of the guqin, there was a dragon pond carved on it.

The three characters "Yu Linglong" written in regular script and the intricate running water lines on the surface of the instrument indicate that this Guqin is of great value and is a rare and good instrument.

"Master, Qin Bao is here."

After handing the piano to Leng Wuxin, Xue Wu's clear and pure eyes curiously glanced at the man in white who was twitching aside. Unfortunately, the mask on the man's face obscured his true appearance, and a trace of regret was revealed.

"Master, since you have treated his wounds, why don't you take off his mask and see his true face?"

"Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know. Since he is wearing a mask, he definitely doesn't want others to see his appearance. Why should we take advantage of others' danger?" Leng Wuxin's calm tone dispelled Xue Wu's curiosity.

, "Xue Wu, go pick up some dry firewood and light a fire. We will rest in the forest tonight."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, Xue Wu walked briskly towards the depths of the forest, looking for dead branches.

Glancing at Xue Wu who was walking deep into the fir forest, Leng Wuxin withdrew his gaze, sat down on the ground, and placed the 'Jade Linglong' flat on his lap. He lowered his head slightly, and the thin blue gauze gently touched his face.

The fingers are as light as flowing water as they caress the strings, and what follows is a piece of Buddhist music called "The Great Compassion Mantra" that can purify the mind and regulate the body. The sound of the piano flows quietly in the cedar forest like the sound of nature.

Her red lips opened slightly, and the ethereal and melodious Sanskrit chant that could penetrate the soul slowly floated out and reached the ears of the man in white. It was like a warm current pouring into his mind. The huge pain in his head gradually disappeared, and the twitching in his body also disappeared.

He gradually stopped, and with his mind relaxed, he finally fell asleep peacefully.

Over and over again, he chanted Sanskrit without stopping. When Xuewu came back from collecting dry firewood and lit a fire, the Sanskrit chanting still did not stop.
Chapter completed!