What she meant by this was that she didn't care about him anymore, Xiao Shulou didn't want to be nosy, and when she heard it, she ordered everyone to leave.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and in the swaying curtain, Chongkui quietly looked out, only to see the figure covered in blood, staggering forward step by step, leaving a string of blood stains everywhere he walked......

I can't tell what it feels like in my heart, why are I so stubborn when I need help from others so much?

In his heart, did he never trust anyone?

Zechar, why are you like this?

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"The little master must be tired today, let's rest early. Qingtong waited for her to take off her cumbersome dress, put on simple pajamas, and after watching her fall asleep, she went out.

Chongkui tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, and those strange red eyes kept appearing in front of him, lingering like a shadow.

"Stinky boy!" scolded in a low voice, Chongkui rolled over, changed into a night suit, and rolled out of the window, disappearing into the night in an instant.

Soon, Chongkui's figure appeared in the place where he had just met Zaga, smelling the breath of blood, and lurking and tracking all the way.

She's a good detective, not to mention leaving a trail of blood, even if it's just someone who has come, she has a way to find it!

Ten minutes later, Chongkui found Sakya in a deserted and dilapidated house in Handan City.

When she saw him, he was dying, curled up in the dead grass, blood staining everything around him red.

"Zaga, wake up, don't sleep!" Chongkui slapped his face heavily, his heart beating fast, and people who have lost too much blood tend to fall asleep, and usually sleep very comfortably, and do not wake up when they sleep.

"Mother......" The weak voice popped out of his mouth, Chongkui was overjoyed, and finally there was movement!

"I'm Burning Moon, do you hear me?Wake up, I'll help you heal!" Chongkui said loudly, hoping he would hear.

But he still didn't open his eyes, and the scar on his face in the darkness was especially shocking.

"Mother......" he murmured, "let me go home...... Okay, okay?"

Chongkui was stunned, at this moment, he did not have the weirdness of the demonic spirit in the past, nor the treacherous tongue of the poisonous tongue, nor the indifference and alienation of suspicion.

He just wanted to be a real child, lost and didn't know how to return.

"Zechar, no matter where your home is, if you want to go back, you can't die. Chongkui stuffed an elixir into his mouth.

Ever since she had the Sumeru mustard seed talisman, she began to stock up on some simple dry food, as well as healing tools, elixirs, and so on, in case of emergency.

She lit a fire to keep warm and lit up the dilapidated house.

Then he took out the water, tore his clothes, and helped him clean his wounds.

On the chest and abdomen, there are two blood holes, and blood is still oozing out at the moment, Chongkui was shocked, he was too ruthless, he was just a child, who wanted to deal with him like this?

It's a pity that there are no modern surgical tools here, otherwise, sutures could be done for him.

Now, only the hemostatic compress can be used.

Chongkui didn't dare to be careless, this was something that could kill him with just a little bit of care, his spirit was highly concentrated, and thin sweat oozed from his forehead.

During this period, Ji Xuanyan seemed to open his eyes because of the pain, and his blurred vision and jumping firelight made him unable to see clearly in front of him.

A vague figure is helping him heal, who is it?