On the grass surrounded by flowers and butterflies, a little girl with a pepper on her back was chasing a small grasshopper jumping on the ground.

"Don't be afraid!" The little girl took advantage of the grasshopper's inattention, and put her hands together: "Ha, I caught you!"

"Huh, blood? What's going on? The little girl looked at the blood stains on her hands, and opened her hand slightly to see what was going on, but as soon as she opened her hand, the little grasshopper said, "Poof!" Jumped out.

"My grasshopper!"

The little girl stomped her foot angrily, and a blood stain on the grass attracted the little girl's attention.

"Huh? How can there be blood in this place? She said to herself.

"Shuang'er, you slow down." The old voice came from behind, and the old woman on crutches followed slowly.

"Grandma!" The little girl ran two steps quickly and helped her grandmother over, "Grandma, look, there is blood here!" ”

The old lady opened her eyes wide, and only then could she see the red: "Oh, there are blood stains, but maybe it was left by wild beasts."

Shuang'er stared at the blood on the grass for a moment, and then affirmed, "Grandma, this is human blood."

"You see," she said, pointing to the trampled grass on the side, "there are human footprints here, and there are no footprints of wild beasts, and besides, this man's footsteps are disorderly and unruly, perhaps he has been pursued by others." And judging by the amount of blood, this person was seriously injured. ”

The old grandmother's eyes showed a little appreciation: "Shuang'er has been working hard lately."

Shuang'er stuck out her tongue: "Shuang'er will become a powerful healer like grandma in the future."

"Grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, just wait here, I'll go and see first."

Thorn trotted all the way and finally found a man behind a rock, covered in blood and scratched in several places.

Just as she was about to touch the man, the woman suddenly got up and slammed the dagger into her throat like a sword, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

Shuang'er flashed to the side, took off the basket, grabbed the man's arm, twisted it in reverse, and then struck her in the neck, and the woman fainted.

She examined the man's wounds, looked at her severed arm and multiple wounds on her body, and helped the man to her feet.

"Smack." A sign slipped from the woman's body, and Shuang'er picked it up, and the nameplate read

"Dark Night Palace—Blue Dream."

"Grandma!" Shuang'er shouted from afar, and the old grandmother smiled kindly: "Let's go, go home."

Shuang'er asked suspiciously, "But grandma, we haven't picked medicine yet."

"Look." She pointed ahead with her cane, and a dozen palm-sized figures made of paper-cut came running towards them happily with many different kinds of herbs in their hands and two small short legs.

The paper-cut figure climbed up Shuang'er's trouser legs, threw the herbs into Shuang'er's medicine basket, and then jumped down from her again, and happily went around the old woman.

"Alright, let's all come back." The old grandmother looked at the cute paper-cut villain, and her smile deepened a little. The naughty villain has a sad face, and finally returns to the old grandmother's hands.

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