When Li Tuo fell, it was when Jian Zhu was sober.

For a moment, Jian Zhu couldn't tell who was where, but when he raised his eyes, he could see a ruined temple in front of him.

The temple was originally used to worship the land lord, but the ashes were mottled, and even the mud body of the land lord was half waist, and there were cracks.

The dying Li Tuo was covered in water, and Jian Zhu really spent all his strength dragging people into the ruined temple.

Finally there was a corner to shelter from the rain, and finally there was a time to breathe, Jian Zhu had a way to look at Li Tuo carefully, and obviously saw that the wound on his waist was still foaming blood.

Of course, Jian Zhu didn't have much experience in the rivers and lakes, but after all, he heard too much from the mouths of his two elder brothers, and he knew that the top priority was to pull out the arrows and clean up the wounds.

Where can Jian Zhu care whether he will do it after all, he has to act hard.

took the lead, and took off the clothes on the upper body for Li Tuo.

When he looked at Li Tuo's wounds, his face immediately appeared frightened and disgusted.

After soaking in water for a long time, the bloody wound was swollen with a layer of white, and even some of it was already bleeding pus.

Jian Zhu endured it, making himself think that he couldn't smell the fishy smell, holding the shaft of the arrow with both hands, exerting force, and as the arrow was pulled away from his fragile body, blood splashed.

And Li Tuo, who had been dying, had a whine.

Just because of this light hissing at the bottom of the sound, the hanging stone in Jian Zhu's heart fell.

But after all, if he wanted to find a way to stop the blood flow, Jian Zhu didn't have anything of the right size to tie up, so he glanced at Li Tuo deeply, as if he had just made up his mind.

There is really no one in this dilapidated temple, but Jian Zhu still has to hide behind the mud statue of half of the land, untie his clothes, and put his clothes back on. When he came out again, his face was a little tough and blushing.

Subsequently, he used his always close-fitting belly pocket to wrap around Li Tuo's waist and tie it tightly, only in this way can the bleeding be stopped.

After everything was done, Jian Zhu was free, wrapping his hands around himself, feeling ashamed and at a loss.

The strong vitality seemed to make Li Tuo survive, but Li Tuo actually began to tremble, and he couldn't stop shaking.

Jian Zhu hurriedly came up again, and at a loss, he touched Li Tuo's cheek and forehead, only to find that it was extremely hot.

Even if Jian Zhu has not been in such a situation for sixteen years, he knows that this is called fever, because of the fever caused by cold.

Jian Zhu didn't know that finding a cool towel to cover Li Tuo's forehead would ease the situation slightly, Jian Zhu only felt that he was going to catch fire and warm up.

It was raining heavily outside the temple, and even if you picked up branches and vines, it was difficult.

Fortunately, there are a lot of discarded debris in the ruined temple, and Jian Zhu thinks that he may be able to use it as a trigger.

As for the source of the flame, of course Jian Zhu would not have it, so he had to find it in Li Tuo's clothes.

Jian Zhu turned out a pitch-black flying feather knife, a sharp and unstoppable short knife, some broken silver taels, and a bottle of wound medicine, which really included a lighter.

It's a pity that all the powdered wound medicine has been brewed with water, and it can't be used anymore, and the fire fold is also stained with water, so it's not easy to fight at all.

Li Tuo beside him trembled faster and faster, and Jian Zhu had to wipe it as much as he could, and it took thirty-nine times before he lit the fire fold, and then quickly went to light the miscellaneous rags that were surrounded by a small pile.

The flame was faint, and sure enough, it was lit.

However, the ashes above hindered the spread of the fire, and there was never only a small flame that brought some warmth, but not enough to illuminate life.

Li Tuo was still shaking on the side, and at this time, even his teeth collided together, making a continuous "gurgling" crisp sound.

Jian Zhu really had no choice.

Jian Zhu could only grit his teeth and let himself out.