There were so many people in black last night, and Xiao Ci could not be found this time. Song Qinghuan was really scared, even more so than the bones she saw in Tianyin Village.
As for what kind of fear she had, she couldn't tell, but she was afraid that Xiao Ci was really dead. Even though she usually spoke openly, collecting his body for him and collecting his body for him, she didn't really mean it.
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After crying for a while, his eyes were swollen, so he followed the smell of blood to look for the person.
Fortunately, it didn't rain again yesterday, otherwise the bloody smell would be washed away by the rain, and it would be impossible for her to follow the bloody smell to find people.
Song Qinghuan had no sense of direction. The trees in the dense forest all looked similar. She walked in a wide circle following the bloody smell. It wasn't until she saw the tree where she had been squatting all night that she finally realized what she was doing.
Came back.
The forest was silent, and even the inexplicable chirping of birds was gone. Song Qinghuan felt his scalp numb, and his mind was reminded of those gloomy bones in Tianyin Village for no reason.
Suddenly the wind picked up, causing the branches to rustle and make her jump.
Song Qinghuan clenched the dagger with both hands, took two steps back slightly, thought for a while and then moved forward, muttering in his mouth: "It's broad daylight, it's not a ghost hitting the wall, right?"
As he said this, he thought about the benefits of having Xiao Ci by his side again, and cried out: "Xiao Ci, you bastard, where are you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man suddenly hung upside down from the tree in front of him. There were blood stains on his body and face, and his hair was disheveled. It was extremely terrifying.
Song Qinghuan was so frightened that he peed his pants and fell to the ground, unable to even cry.
"Coward." The man hanging upside down on the tree smiled, wiped his face and raised an eyebrow at Song Qinghuan: "Wasn't it just now that you were crying and asking where your husband was? Why can't you recognize him now?"
Song Qinghuan didn't recognize the person, but he recognized the voice. The fear in his heart dissipated instantly, and was replaced by anger: "Xiao Ci, if you want to die, just die cleanly."
God knows how scared she was, how worried and sad she was when she didn't wait for Xiao Ci. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wait for him in her whole life.
Xiao Ci was so frightened by her roar that his feet weakened and he fell down from the tree. His cheek was rubbed among the rotten leaves. He was not injured, but the smell was terrible.
Song Qinghuan was amused by his appearance, and hurriedly got up from the ground, raised her foot and gave him a painless kick: "You deserve it, you are being polite if I don't fall to death."
She clearly had no strength in her feet, but Xiao Ci screamed in pain, rolled over, clutched his chest and shouted: "It hurts so much, you really plan to murder your husband and follow Wei Yutang."
My husband can tell you that it is beautiful to think about."
As he spoke, he rolled his eyes again and handed his hand to Song Qinghuan: "Madam, hurry up, help me, if you don't save my husband, you will really remarry."
The light in the dense forest was not as good as outside, but Song Qinghuan could still see Xiao Ci's face clearly. His face was so pale that the skin on his lips was peeled off. The clothes on his body were torn in many places, and dark colors could still be seen faintly.
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Then he frowned, stretched out his hand to help him up, and asked, "How are you doing? How many injuries are there on your body?"
She placed her fingertips on his pulse, but her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Xiao Ci felt dizzy and swollen. He looked at Song Qinghuan and said, "Madam, I feel so dizzy and I feel like vomiting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled into Song Qinghuan's arms and lost consciousness in an instant.
Song Qinghuan was squatting on the ground, but he rolled over violently, causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and they both fell down together.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with mud and leaves, so it didn't hurt.
After all, Song Qinghuan was a woman, so Xiao Ci fell on her with a bloody blow, and it took her a long time to get up.
One was unconscious, and the other had injuries to his legs and feet and couldn't walk for a while.
Song Qinghuan moved Xiao Ci to a place where the sun was shining, and found all the medicines he had prepared earlier in Tianyin Village. He pulled off Xiao Ci's clothes and looked at them, only to see that there were more than ten dozen people on his body.
Twenty new wounds, some deep or shallow, criss-crossed, really horrifying.
When we were in Tianyin Village, these wounds were not there yet. They were obviously caused by the fight with the men in black last night. The superficial wounds had stopped bleeding, but the deep ones were still bleeding out at this moment.
Bleeding.
Song Qinghuan couldn't help but take a breath when he looked at these injuries. No wonder he said he was dizzy. He had lost so much blood, so it would be strange not to be dizzy.
He cursed: "I don't know how to avoid it. It's so injured that I might actually die."
Although he was cursing, he neatly sprinkled the powder on the wounds one by one with his hands, took off his coat, twisted it into a strip of cloth and wrapped it around his body.
After getting rid of Xiao Ci's outer clothes, he limped around to look for water sources, but he didn't dare to go far. After searching around, he didn't see anything, so he simply folded them with leaves and collected them.
dew.
Only when the dew came out did he pour the qi- and blood-replenishing medicinal powder into Xiao Ci's mouth.
After finishing the busy work, Song Qinghuan was very tired himself, so he felt relieved after having Xiao Ci check his pulse again.
At this time, the pain in his legs and feet was also coming in waves. Seeing the swollen ankle, Song Qinghuan frowned tightly again.
There was not much sunlight in the dense forest, and Song Qinghuan could not tell the time, nor did he know how long he had been guarding Xiao Ci. It could be seen that he finally woke up before dusk, with a look of joy on his face.
Xiao Ci rubbed his sour eyes, and when he opened them, he saw Song Qinghuan's haggard face. He couldn't help but twitching the corners of his lips, and said: "I slept so cold that you don't even know how to find some clothes with me."
I'll cover it."
Song Qinghuan saw that he was acting carelessly as soon as he woke up. He glared at him and pointed at the cloth strips wrapped three or four times around his body and said, "Aren't these all covered?"
Xiao Ci took advantage of the situation and lowered his eyes, and then he couldn't help laughing again, which hurt the wound and pulled the corners of his mouth straight: "Madam, you are still considerate of your husband."
Song Qinghuan did not want to be nagging him. He stood up holding the tree pole and asked him: "Can we leave? We have been here for a long time, and those men in black don't know if they will appear again. We have to leave here early."
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Xiao Ci also knew that he deserved it, and asked Song Qinghuan to help him get up: "You are right, you should leave as soon as possible."
Although he was told to deal with the men in black here at night, since these people came in waves, there might be a second and third wave, so they had to enter Ruizhou earlier.
He still remembered that Song Qinghuan crossed her feet when she ran away yesterday. He lowered his eyes and asked her again: "How are your feet?"
Song Qinghuan lifted Xiao Ci's arm and put it on his shoulder. Hearing this, he said: "If you can't die, you just have to suffer a little. It's not a big deal."
After saying a few words, the two of them supported each other and limped away.
Not far away, I heard Song Qinghuan ask: "Which way are you going? I don't know the way?"
