The young man turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw the man tremble slightly, and he was stunned.

Squatted down and looked at it carefully, reaching out and touching his neck.

A chill hit, and his cold hands shook violently.

Is it dead or not?

The young man stood up, bit his lip and hesitated for a long time, "Alas, you are lucky to meet our young master......"

With that, he walked towards the carriage, ready for them to come and help him carry the man into the carriage.

……

"Young master, you shouldn't care about this." Qian Shanbo's eyes were full of disapproval, looking at the man lying down and said.

"He's not dead." Qian Junbao said affirmatively, he could feel that this man still had a faint breath.

"But he will die soon, if you want to save him, you need to find a doctor to treat him, but your body also needs to ......," Qian Shanbo hesitated.

"I know that my body is already a medicine stone without a doctor, and it is not something that can be cured by simply spending some silver taels."

"Young master, don't say that, Doctor Lin said that as long as you buy that medicine, you will be able to recover as before."

"It's just a few more days, don't forget that my master is the first person in Daewoo's medical skills, he can't help it, what better way can an ordinary doctor do."

"Young Master! It would be nice if it could be delayed a little longer, and if your master comes back in a few days, he might be able to ......."

"Old butler, don't mention this matter, you go out and talk to the coachman, let's find a nearby inn to stay in first." Qian Junbao commanded lightly.

"But ......" Qian Shanbo still wanted to continue to persuade something.

Qian Junbao's eyes looked at him, the eyes of the two collided at close range, and the young master's eyes were surging with cold light, and he was startled.

Qian Shanbo didn't say more, and he didn't dare to stay in the carriage for more than half a moment, he bent down and walked out slowly, glanced at Qian Duoduo standing outside the carriage and shook his head.

The carriage door was gently closed by Qian Shanbo.

Inside the carriage, calm was restored.

Qian Junbao looked at the blackened man beside him who could only see a man with his eyes closed, thoughtfully.

The man was so badly wounded, but no blood was shed.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, feeling that the man was cold, like a piece of ice for ten thousand years, but strangely he still seemed to have a faint pulse.

Judging from the material of his broken clothes, this man's identity should not be simple, although he does not have anything else on him that can prove his identity, but it still can't hide his unruly temperament.

After pondering for a moment, Qian Junbao took out a carved metal round box that he had been playing with in front of him from his sleeve pocket, and if he looked closely, it looked a bit like a rouge box that women usually use.

This thing came very strangely, it was something given to him by a mysterious master in his dream last night.

He thought it was a dream, but when he woke up, he found that there was indeed such a thing in his hand.

He rubbed for a while, and remembered what the master had told him in his mind: "If you meet a seriously injured and immortal iceman, you can establish a blood contract with him, and from then on you will be connected and live and die together." ”

There are too many doubts, Qian Junbao can't figure it out for a while, but he is a person who is about to die, and there is nothing to covet.

This morning, he actually let him meet this "iceman", maybe he and he can have a chance of life.

Qian Junbao opened the box and took out a round thing with white light from it.

The white light was like a mess, very blurry, as if there was some kind of life in it, but it was not revealed.