He was clearly taken aback when he saw Shen Zhiyu and Su Qingzhi standing at the door.

But his reaction was extremely fast. After only a moment's pause, his right fist lashed out like lightning, heading straight for Shen Zhiyu's cheek.

Shen Zhiyu's eyes turned cold, and he dodged to the side with swift and decisive movements.

He took the opportunity to pull Su Qingzhi aside to prevent her from being affected.

At the same time, his left elbow slammed into the opponent's abdomen, a ruthless and merciless move.

The shadowy figure reacted quickly, twisting its waist and retreating half a step, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Immediately afterward, he touched the ground with his toes and quickly moved sideways along the earthen wall of the cave dwelling.

Within seconds, he had climbed the steep slope above the cave dwelling, and in a flash, he was about to disappear among the rocks.

"A Japanese? They know this kind of kung fu?"

Shen Zhiyu stood still and spoke in a cold voice.

Judging from that person's movements, he was definitely not an ordinary person; rather, he seemed to be a specially trained ninja.

He turned to Su Qingzhi and said.

"Go inside and check the situation. I'll go after him."

Without much thought, Su Qingzhi quickly took out a small bottle of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and put it into his hand.

Be careful.

She whispered her words of advice, her voice full of worry.

Shen Zhiyu took the item and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

He then leaped up, using the rocks beside him for leverage, and quickly climbed up the hillside.

Su Qingzhi didn't linger any longer. She took a deep breath, turned around, and went into Zhu Xiuqin's cave dwelling.

A pungent, bloody stench wafted from inside the room, even stronger than outside.

In the pitch-black room, light was almost entirely blocked by the thick kiln walls.

The only source of light was the faint morning light filtering in from outside, barely illuminating a small patch of ground near the entrance.

She quickly turned on her flashlight and shone it into the depths of the house.

The light fell on the kang (a heated brick bed), casting two figures on it.

Her breath caught in her throat and her heart sank as she saw it clearly.

It was Shen Cunpu and Liu Chunhe!

The two lay side by side on the kang (a heated brick bed), their postures contorted, and both had obvious bloodstains on their chests.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and gently placed her finger under Shen Cunpu's nose to test it.

He felt a faint breath on his fingertips and immediately relaxed.

Thankfully, she is still breathing, albeit very weakly.

Without a second thought, she immediately took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from her personal space.

He first dripped a few drops into Shen Cunpu's mouth, and then sprinkled some on the wound.

As soon as the spring water touched his lips, Shen Cunpu's dry and pale lips regained a slight tinge of color.

The wound that had been splashed with the medicine began to show a faint bluish glow at the edges, and the bleeding noticeably slowed down.

Then he turned to check on Liu Chunhe and found that, like Shen Cunpu, he was still breathing.

She followed the same method as before, feeding the wound the spiritual spring water and applying two drops.

After doing all that, she noticed a strange smell in the room.

Upon closer inspection, it carries a hint of sweetness, mixed with a subtle bitterness.

Like the embers left after burning some rare herb.

She wasn't sure if the spring water could completely revive them, so she could only stand by and wait quietly.

"Um……"

Shen Cunpu gave a soft hum, his eyelids twitched, and he finally opened his eyes.

Su Qingzhi immediately stepped forward and asked urgently.

"Shen Cunpu, how are you feeling? Is anything in pain?"

She reached out and gently touched his forehead with her fingertips to make sure he didn't have a fever.

Shen Cunpu's eyes were a little dazed. He shook his head and asked in a daze.

"Su Qingzhi? What are you doing here?"

He struggled to maintain some consciousness, but still felt dizzy.

She didn't answer, but said softly.

"Don't move, sit up first."

Shen Cunpu obediently propped himself up, but his hasty movements aggravated the injury in his chest, causing him to gasp in pain.

His brow furrowed suddenly, and his right hand unconsciously pressed against his chest, a few drops of blood seeping between his fingers.

Su Qingzhi didn't dare use too much spiritual spring water, for fear of arousing suspicion.

So the wound has only stopped bleeding, it hasn't healed yet.

Do you remember what happened before?

As she asked questions, she carefully observed the changes in his eyes, trying to glean key clues.

Shen Cunpu looked down at the bloodstains on his body, frowned, and shook his head.

"I remember smelling a strange fragrance, then my head went blank, and I don't remember anything else."

At this moment, Liu Chunhe, who was standing next to her, also woke up and replied weakly.

"Me too, as soon as that smell wafts over, I feel dizzy."

He struggled to open his eyes, and his vision remained blurry for a while before gradually clearing.

Su Qingzhi immediately recalled the faint medicinal smell and made a judgment in her mind.

It's a sleeping drug that can make someone lose consciousness instantly.

She turned to Liu Chunhe, her gaze falling on the wound on his chest.

"You're awake? Can you move?"

"It hurts a little, but I can still bear it."

Liu Chunhe sat up, touched the wound on her chest, and was somewhat stunned.

Strange, I've lost quite a bit of blood, but why doesn't it hurt much?

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Su Qingzhi, but in the end he swallowed his words back.

He knew in his heart that it was not appropriate to ask further questions at this moment.

The situation is complex, and every word could potentially unravel deeper undercurrents.

Shen Cunpu knew that Su Qingzhi had a secret.

He cured his mother's illness last time, and this time he saved both of them.

He didn't ask any more questions and began to recount what had happened.

It turns out that Zhu Xiuqin and her son were arranged to stay at Chen Xinghua's house last night.

Fearing that someone might come to inspect the house, Shen Cunpu and Liu Chunhe volunteered to stay and guard it.

The two of them dared not sleep soundly all night, taking turns to stay alert.

But just half an hour ago, they suddenly smelled a sweet and cloying fragrance.

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