"He's still breathing." Yi Wuchen said as he lifted up the man's clothes and checked his injuries.
"He was stabbed in the chest and suffered internal injuries. Fortunately, his heart was not injured."
Mo Zihan knelt down and picked up the token from the man, which had the word "青山" engraved on it.
"They are from the Qingshan Sect." Mo Zihan frowned tightly when he spoke.
Seeing Mo Zihan like this, Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng also sighed.
Mo Zihan is not a nosy person, and she turns a blind eye to most of the dead people on the road. However, recently, someone is using the guise of being a thief to massacre people in the world, causing the entire world to be dissatisfied with the North Vietnamese Emperor.
The practice is gradually gaining momentum.
This is why they hurried back to North Vietnam from Luo Zhiguo after receiving the news.
"Who dares to blame the North Vietnamese Emperor?" Yi Wuchen also frowned.
At first, they thought it was Luo Yuling from Luo Zhiguo, or simply the Evil Spirit Sect itself, who was doing this to take revenge on Tuoli.
However, after half a year in Luo Zhiguo, all the intelligence from Mingtang pointed to the territory of North Vietnam near the border of Xiliang, so they returned to Baiyun Villa. Lucheng, where Baiyun Villa is located, is the city closest to Xiliang.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, something like this happened right next to my house.
"Feng, go back and find a carriage. He is so seriously injured that he can no longer ride a horse."
When Luo Qingyun woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
Luo Qingyun opened his eyes amid waves of severe pain in his chest.
This was a strange bed, with a clean and soap-scented quilt draped over him. The room was clean and tidy, and the sunlight came in and just fell on him.
Reaching out and touching the bandaged wound, he was surprised to find that he had miraculously saved his life at the hands of those people.
I lay on the bed for a while, but no one came into the room.
Feeling unbearable hunger, Luo Qingyun had no choice but to push himself up and prepare to get out of bed to see who had saved him.
Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door opened. An old man about fifty or sixty years old walked in.
Seeing that Luo Qingyun was awake and standing up to get out of bed, he immediately stepped forward to help him and let him lie back down again.
"Sir, you are seriously injured. It is not appropriate to get out of bed and walk around at this time." The old man said as he put up the quilt again for Luo Qingyun.
"Old man...can you save me?" Luo Qingyun asked hoarsely.
The old man smiled and said: "Of course not. It was my master who saved the young master, and I am just a servant here."
"May I ask, old man, what is the name of your master?"
"My master's name is Han Mo."
"Han Mo..." Luo Qingyun repeated the name. In his knowledge, it seemed that he had never heard of Han Mo's name.
"Then where is this?"
"This is Baiyun Villa."
"Baiyun Villa..." Luo Qingyun still has never heard of it. "Is this Baiyun Villa in Lucheng?"
"Yes, this is the outskirts of Lucheng."
The old man's answer made Luo Qingyun nodded clearly. It seems that the place where he was injured should not be far from the Baiyun Villa, and the owner of the Villa should have happened to pass by and rescued him. "He is still breathing." Yi
Wuchen said as he lifted up the man's clothes and checked his injuries.
"He was stabbed in the chest and suffered internal injuries. Fortunately, his heart was not injured."
Mo Zihan knelt down and picked up the token from the man, which had the word "青山" engraved on it.
"They are from the Qingshan Sect." Mo Zihan frowned tightly when he spoke.
Seeing Mo Zihan like this, Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng also sighed.
Mo Zihan is not a nosy person, and she turns a blind eye to most of the dead people on the road. However, recently, someone is using the guise of being a thief to massacre people in the world, causing the entire world to be dissatisfied with the North Vietnamese Emperor.
The practice is gradually gaining momentum.
This is why they hurried back to North Vietnam from Luo Zhiguo after receiving the news.
"Who dares to blame the North Vietnamese Emperor?" Yi Wuchen also frowned.
At first, they thought it was Luo Yuling from Luo Zhiguo, or simply the Evil Spirit Sect itself, who was doing this to take revenge on Tuoli.
However, after half a year in Luo Zhiguo, all the intelligence from Mingtang pointed to the territory of North Vietnam near the border of Xiliang, so they returned to Baiyun Villa. Lucheng, where Baiyun Villa is located, is the city closest to Xiliang.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, something like this happened right next to my house.
"Feng, go back and find a carriage. He is so seriously injured that he can no longer ride a horse."
When Luo Qingyun woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
Luo Qingyun opened his eyes amid waves of severe pain in his chest.
This was a strange bed, with a clean and soap-scented quilt draped over him. The room was clean and tidy, and the sunlight came in and just fell on him.
Reaching out and touching the bandaged wound, he was surprised to find that he had miraculously saved his life at the hands of those people.
I lay on the bed for a while, but no one came into the room.
Feeling unbearable hunger, Luo Qingyun had no choice but to push himself up and prepare to get out of bed to see who had saved him.
Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door opened. An old man about fifty or sixty years old walked in.
Seeing that Luo Qingyun was awake and standing up to get out of bed, he immediately stepped forward to help him and let him lie back down again.
"Sir, you are seriously injured. It is not appropriate to get out of bed and walk around at this time." The old man said as he put up the quilt again for Luo Qingyun.
"Old man...can you save me?" Luo Qingyun asked hoarsely.
The old man smiled and said: "Of course not. It was my master who saved the young master, and I am just a servant here."
"May I ask, old man, what is the name of your master?"
"My master's name is Han Mo."
"Han Mo..." Luo Qingyun repeated the name. In his knowledge, it seemed that he had never heard of Han Mo's name.
"Then where is this?"
"This is Baiyun Villa."
"Baiyun Villa..." Luo Qingyun still has never heard of it. "Is this Baiyun Villa in Lucheng?"
"Yes, this is the outskirts of Lucheng."
The old man's answer made Luo Qingyun nodded in understanding. It seemed that the place where he was injured should not be far from the Baiyun Villa, and the owner of the Villa should have happened to be passing by and saved him.