Di Yating subconsciously turned around and found that the monster that had been standing still just now seemed to have noticed something was wrong and was beginning to move.
He took Ouya's hand and began to retreat quickly.
As soon as the two people started running, the monster behind them caught up with them.
"Quick! Blow the whistle!" Ou Ya reminded, and Di Yating quickly put the silver whistle to his lips and blew a whistle.
"Well--"
The monster who had been so respectful when hearing the silver whistle just now suddenly became agitated, its red eyes flashed with water, it became more and more angry, and it roared louder and louder.
He followed the footsteps of the two men and rushed up.
"Bang bang bang——"
Di Yating circled Ou Ya's waist, pulled out a gun from her waist, pointed it at the back and fired several times. The powerful firepower shocked the group of monsters.
In just half a minute, Di Yating pulled Ou Ya and rushed back to the compound. The two of them were close to the door, breathing heavily.
Staring warily at the monster lingering at the door but not breaking in, his tense nerves relaxed a little.
Di Yating's tall body swayed slightly, and Ou Ya quickly supported him. Before he could say anything more, she took the initiative to hold his arm and walked inside.
The two returned to the command room again.
Ou Ya didn't even ask a nonsense question, she squatted on the ground and dug out everything in her bag.
Without tools, he just broke the herbs into pieces and put them into his mouth, chewing them carefully. Then he raised his head to look at Di Yating and pointed at the clothes on his body with his little finger.
"Do you still need me to help you take it off?"
"..."
Di Yating was startled, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just as he was about to say yes, he saw Ouya pull out the dagger from his boot, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes.
Di Yating choked, and the word "good" stuck in his throat.
Obediently, he stretched out his hand, took off the dead man's clothes, and threw them back onto the corpse, revealing his hideously wounded back.
When he ran like this just now, the wounds on his body were torn apart. Ou Ya only took one look at it and frowned deeply.
"There's no need for this. I'm born with a strong physique. I can't die from this injury." Di Yating opened his arms and hugged her, patting her little head gently.
"Take your claws away!" Ou Ya regained consciousness and waved away his hand angrily.
Subconsciously, he averted his eyes and did not look at his palpitating wound. He slowly applied the herbs on his hand to the wound. When he heard Di Yating's muffled voice, he not only did not move gently, but also rubbed it deliberately.
"hiss--"
"Ou Yaya, did you commit murder?"
"Don't worry, your physique is strong and you won't die." Ou Ya said coldly, choking him back provocatively with his own words.
As he spoke, his intensity became much lighter.
He chewed up all the herbs he found and applied them to his wounds, then wrapped them again with gauze. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no more blood seeping out.
He found the wild fruits he found and handed two to Di Yating, "Eat this and the wound will be torn like this. I guess you will have a fever soon. It's best not to be burned to death. If you are burned to death,
, this is your last meal."
Throwing the wild fruit to him, Ou Ya didn't even look at him again. He took out one, picked a clean area on his sleeve and wiped it before putting it in his mouth.
"Now tell me, what did you find?"
"..."
Di Yating narrowed his eyes, looked at the wild fruit in his hand, and then glanced at Ou Ya. After a long time, he was ready to stand up.
