The youth lying on the ground had a pale face, as pale as a rag. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his breathing, he would have looked like a bloody corpse lying on the ground. Xie Chuncan painstakingly channeled spiritual energy into his shattered meridians, but could only reluctantly feel Luo Jiujiang's fingers growing colder.

A few days ago, he was still able to jump around and analyze the situation while swinging his knife. An hour ago, he was also carefully smearing salt and stewing the bird meat... Even just an incense stick ago, although he was stabbed with several holes in his body, he was still able to talk and laugh.

Even though all hope had been lost in this deadly place and he had witnessed countless lives and deaths, Xie Chuncan still didn't dare to look directly at the motionless boy on the ground.

Human life is as cheap as grass here, and it is consumed too much too quickly.

Ke Luo Jiujiang is a pearl among the sand and a jade among the soil. Everything about him is incompatible with this lifeless snowfield. Xie Chuncan has never treated him as a worthless person, and has never thought of letting him die before him.

In his opinion, he was the one who should go first.

"Jiujiang..." Xie Chuncan could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. His voice was hoarse and the sadness in his heart could no longer be contained and was about to pour out.

Luo Jiujiang felt his vision blurry, his mind drifting up and down in a daze. In this state, he could only vaguely hear Xie Chuncan's trembling voice, as if he was terrified of the irresistible separation of life and death.

He hooked his fingers and felt that his fingertips were as heavy as a thousand pounds. He couldn't bend them back to touch the back of Xie Chuncan's hand. Fortunately, although his voice was difficult and dry, he could still express the general idea clearly.

"Thank you, brother... your gambling skills... are the best in the world... Don't cry if you lose..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his wrist, which was held by Xie Chuncan, tremble, and then intermittent and warm rain fell from the sky.

Luo Jiujiang tried hard to pull up the corners of his mouth. In his chaotic thoughts, he was thinking vaguely: This must be another year of melting snow.

It’s a pity that I can’t go swimming with Qianling this time.

What a waste of Shangsi.

…………

Xie Chuncan watched helplessly as Luo Jiujiang's lifeless, unfocused eyes slowly closed, his heart aching for a moment. However, there was no medicine or cure here, and he could only watch his friend lose the last bit of life.

……No.

…Although there is no doctor or medicine here, Xie’s only surviving youngest son is here.

Although I haven't touched Shuqi for more than ten years, and the skills and knowledge I once had in my memory have become unclear, this is the last bit of hope in such a desperate situation.

Xie Chuncan's dazed expression gradually cleared up, and he decisively removed his gray robe. Luo Jiujiang's clothes were already tattered, making it impossible to pray, but he himself had never been injured, so his clothes were still intact.

One, two, three. Outer robe, unlined garment, and undergarment.

He only has three chances in total.

The next moment, Xie Chuncan spread his outer robe flat on the ground, cut his right index finger hard, used his finger as a pen, and his blood as ink, and melted the spiritual energy into the blood, turning it into a few lines of cursive script on his clothes.

"A single mass of energy emerged from the chaos, disintegrating into six objects that swallowed each other...*"

He was the Xie family's most gifted youngest son, already able to seal a formed prayer on paper with ink at the age of five. Though he had now switched his pen to arrows and spent over a decade battling like a wild beast in this deadly land, his talent remained, his bloodline remained... and his friends remained.

Luo Jiujiang was lying here, dying and waiting for him to save his life.

The blood letter only wrote a single stroke of the word "Qi", and the spiritual energy that Xie Chuncan had painstakingly condensed within him suddenly dispersed. After a few sounds of tearing cloth, Xie Chuncan's clothes were torn into pieces, and the bright red blood that had just stained them instantly dried and turned black, and the spiritual energy that he had painstakingly accumulated before also disappeared completely.

There are still two chances. Xie Chuncan thought with gritted teeth as he tore off his clothes.

The author has something to say: *Quoted from "The Doctor" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty

There is one last small copy left in this volume. After completing this small copy, the second volume will be over.

It's too late today, so I'll include a detailed explanation of why I'm not updating, and a list of thanks for the votes, in tomorrow's "Author's Comments." I've also sorted out my thoughts, so I'll update as normal tomorrow.

Thank you all for not giving up. I promise here that this article will not be a failure. Although there are no detailed outlines for each chapter, the main characters and rough outlines for the next few volumes are all there. Please believe that I love Jiujiang as much as you all do, and I will accompany him through the long journey ahead. I will not abandon the plot, nor will I let it end in a bad way. I will carefully refine all the settings and plots within my ability.

Thank you again for your tolerance and patience. Bow.