"Hiss~"

A tremendous pain swept through his body, and Song Yanqing couldn't help but hiss coldly.

At this moment, Lu Qiqi had already found the entrance to the tree hole.

It was more like a small cave than a tree hole, but the large tree blocked the entrance, which prevented the Tatars from passing by the place many times and from finding Song Yanqing.

Lu Qiqi climbed up the rocks behind the big tree, turned over the dead branches and leaves, and saw a hole. In order to rescue people smoothly later, she tied a vine to the tree trunk next to the hole.

Holding onto the vines with both hands, I slowly climbed down the rock.

The cave entrance is not large, but its diameter is large enough for an adult man to pass through. Below the entrance, winding tree roots tightly lock the mountain rocks.

In order to prevent the Tatars from discovering their tracks, Lu Qiqi used dry branches to cover the entrance of the cave.

When the light disappeared, she could only grope her way down the rock, and soon reached the bottom of the cave.

The cave wasn't spacious; its height and width were about the size of a small carriage. Lu Qiqi, being petite, could easily pass through by hunching over.

However, when she saw Song Yanqing's dying state through the light from the tree hole, her heart tightened suddenly, as if she had missed a beat.

"Qiqi," Song Yanqing called out in a weak and feeble voice.

Upon hearing the sound, Lu Qiqi approached Song Yanqing at the fastest speed she had ever been, carefully lifted his head and leaned it against her, then deftly took his slightly cool wrist to check his pulse.

She said in a coaxing tone, "I'm here. I'm here so nothing will happen to you."

Upon hearing this, a crystal tear fell onto Song Yanqing's palm.

Hot tears streamed down his face, feeling as if they had struck his heart hard. He rallied his spirits and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, it hurts me to see you cry."