Zhou Mo's room is at the end of the corridor, which was arranged by Liu Fengyi when they first arrived in Ruicheng.
He had never lived there, but it was cleaned every day, and there were two maids making the bed when he entered.
Zhou Mo frowned and ordered: "Prepare some hot water and bring it in. There is no need to wait here."
The two of them bowed out and soon brought hot water into the room.
Zhou Mo sat down at the table, calmed down for a moment, then took off his clothes, got naked from the waist up, and twisted around to look in the mirror.
His back was stained with blood, with old and new whip marks intertwined. The old scars protruded and were covered up by new blood marks, covering his back like a terrifying ghost face.
Zhou Mo stared at it for a long time, sneered, lowered his eyelashes, twisted the handkerchief half dry, and wiped it with difficulty.
Suddenly, his movements were stopped, and a pair of calloused hands took the handkerchief and carefully cleaned up his blood stains.
Zhou Mo withdrew his subconscious offensive and stood still: "Shi Fang, didn't I say that I would come to you if anything happens? Why did you show up?"
This was the agreement they made when they were in the tavern in Huaqing County. For many days, Shi Fang had been following Zhou Mo secretly, waiting for orders.
But Zhou Mo never took any action, so he stayed dormant. He only came out when he saw that it was too difficult for Zhou Mo to treat the wound by himself.
The basin of hot water was quickly dyed red. Shi Fang did not answer the question, but sighed and said: "Young master, why are you doing this?"
Zhou Mo pursed his lips and said nothing.
Shi Fang advised: "After all, it's not your destination for you to be away all day long. If you don't complete the task and go back earlier, the master of the house will be relieved."
Zhou Mo said angrily: "Will you let him beat me again when I go back?"
After arriving in Ruicheng, he saw the mark left by the so-called sect master, so he had to go to meet him. As expected, he was beaten severely because he failed in his mission.
Zhou Mo took it for granted, letting the barbed whip fall on his back again and again, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.
When the door owner asked, his teeth were chattering in pain and he couldn't say a single word, but the door owner thought he didn't answer on purpose.
The master of the sect became furious and refused to treat his wounds. He also ordered people to sprinkle salt on his wounds for three days as a warning.
If not, he wouldn't have managed to come back until now.
Shi Fang recalled the torture of those days and was speechless for a while. After holding it for a long time, he said dryly: "The master is also doing it for your own good and has good intentions. Don't misunderstand him."
Zhou Mo raised the corners of his lips mockingly and sneered.
After wiping away the blood stains, Shi Fang picked up the medicine on the shelf and wiped it on his back.
The semi-liquid medicinal ice was cold, and it was evenly pushed away with just one swipe. Zhou Mo was aroused by the initial coolness, but felt that the burning pain subsided in the place where the medicine was applied.
His frown relaxed a little, then he saw Shi Fang and asked: "Young master, did you come back here because of this medicine, or because of the person who gave you this medicine?"
Zhou Mo understood what he was talking about and asked sarcastically: "What do you think?"
Shi Fang choked for a moment, lowered his head and said: "My subordinate made a mistake, the young master has a deep love for the young lady..."
"That's enough!" Zhou Mo interrupted him irritably, "Get out of here if you have nothing to do."
Shi Fang held up his hands and was about to leave, then thought about it and reminded him: "Young Master, King Qi is going to Ruishan. This is a good opportunity."
Zhou Mo looked at him with sharp eyes: "Why, can you even teach me how to do things now?"
Shi Fang felt his anger, opened the window and jumped out.
Zhou Mo waited for the medicine to dry up, put on his underwear, tried hard to clear his head of all the messy thoughts, and lay down on the bed to sleep peacefully.
On the other side, Chu Qingwan, after sending the letter to Wei Zhan, brought the secret guard Mo Jingyu left to her and asked, "Where did you move the Tibetan Silver Grass?"