Fang Qiao frowned: "Yesterday evening? Didn't Xiao Jing come today?"

Wang Yun shook his head, puzzled: "No, we didn't see her come today."

“But I ran into her on the road when I arrived. Judging from the direction she was heading, it seemed like she was heading back from the former educated youth settlement,” Fang Qiao said.

Wang Yun scratched his head: "Then I don't know..."

"What happened? She came, but didn't go in?"

Fang Qiao felt something was wrong the more she thought about it. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered the faint black aura lingering between Xiao Jing's eyebrows.

She was not skilled enough, and the method of observing qi was extremely profound. Cheng Baidong taught her several times, but she could never grasp the essentials and could not understand it.

Like a poor student in class who always writes the wrong answers.

So at the time, she didn't take the dark aura between Xiao Jing's eyebrows seriously, thinking that she had just misread it again.

Thinking about it now, maybe... I didn't misread it?

Thinking of this, Fang Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

The glabella is located on the forehead, at the midpoint of the line connecting the two eyebrows. In other words, it's between the eyebrows, above the bridge of the nose, in the center of the forehead.

In physiognomy, the area between the eyebrows is called the Palace of Destiny, which governs a person's fortune.

When the Palace of Destiny is dark, a person's fortune often declines. At best, they will be plagued by bad luck, have poor financial luck, and suffer minor illnesses and disasters. At worst, they will face constant calamities and even bloodshed.

You only realize how little you know when you need it.

Fang Qiao's skills were not very good, and she could only see a faint black aura lingering between Xiao Jing's eyebrows. As for whether the black aura contained blood, she couldn't tell.

But when Fang Qiao thought about how her third aunt's family had ended up being destroyed in her previous life, she couldn't help but start to panic.

Her palms were covered in a sticky layer of sweat, and she lost all interest in chatting with Wang Yun.

"Xiaoyun, I suddenly have something to attend to, I have to go now." Fang Qiao said and left in a hurry.

Wang Yun nodded, puzzled. "Okay, okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Qiao started running, chasing after Xiao Jing in the direction she had last left as fast as she could.

Fearing that something might happen to Xiao Jing, Fang Qiao ran as fast as she could. To maximize her running speed, she even channeled all her spiritual energy into her legs and feet.

The countryside offered a wide view. As Fang Qiao turned out of the alleyway where the educated youth had settled, he saw a gray-blue figure standing by the ditch behind the village in the distance.

It's Xiaojing!

Today she was wearing a gray-blue cotton-padded jacket and trousers.

It was just too far away to see. Although the ditch was not far from the educated youth settlement, it was still more than half a kilometer away, and it would take at least two or three minutes to run there.

Fang Qiao ran and called Xiao Jing's name, but the two were too far apart and the wind was blocking the way, so her voice did not reach Xiao Jing's ears.

Fang Qiao comforted herself: It's alright, it's alright now that we've seen her. Once we catch up, I'll take her back to see Cheng Baidong again. What dark aura? Maybe she's just misreading things because she's not skilled enough.

Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly saw Xiao Jing in the distance spread her arms and plunge headfirst into the ditch in front of her.

"Xiao Jing!"

Fang Qiao's eyes were about to burst!

The ditch behind the village was dug by the villagers themselves. It connects to a small river not far away and serves as a water storage pond for irrigation during the dry season. It is more than ten meters deep!

Xiao Jing can't swim, so how could she possibly survive if she jumped in like that!

Fang Qiao ran frantically, but no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't teleport there. In the last hundred meters or so, Fang Qiao became more and more desperate.

Just then, a man suddenly crawled out of the bushes beside the ditch. He ran towards the ditch while taking off his clothes, and then jumped into the ditch without hesitation to save the man.

Seeing someone come out, Fang Qiao's hope was rekindled, and she rushed to the shore as fast as she could.

The man who had just jumped into the ditch to save Xiaojing had already grabbed her hand, but because Xiaojing was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, it became very heavy after absorbing water, making it difficult for him to drag her to the shore by himself.

He paddled frantically, his face showing signs of fatigue, and his movements became slower and slower.

Without hesitation, Fang Qiao decisively took off her cotton-padded coat and jumped in to help.

As soon as she entered the water, Fang Qiao couldn't help but shiver.

In mid-January, although spring had begun, the air was still chilly, and the water in the ditches was still icy cold.

The icy river water quickly chilled her limbs. Fang Qiao circulated her spiritual energy to resist the low temperature and try her best to keep her body at a constant temperature. At the same time, she swam towards Xiao Jing and the man with all her might.

After starting her training, Fang Qiao became much stronger than an ordinary person. With her help, the two of them worked together and spent several minutes to finally pull Xiao Jing ashore.

Fang Qiao collapsed on the grass, panting heavily, but reality didn't allow her to rest.

Xiao Jing was still lying next to her, her life hanging in the balance. She had to get up and save her first.

Xiao Jing lay lifelessly on the ground with her eyes closed. Her face was as white as paper, devoid of any color, except for her lips, which were frozen blue by the icy river water.

Fang Qiao struggled to get up from the ground, reached out and touched her nose to confirm that although her breathing was weak, she was still breathing. She quickly cleared the foreign objects from her mouth and nose, then unbuttoned her collar to expose a large area of ​​her neck, trying her best to keep her breathing unobstructed.

The man who was helping with the rescue saw this and turned his face away as if to avoid suspicion.

Fang Qiao was busy saving people and didn't notice the man's actions. After unbuttoning Xiao Jing's clothes, he immediately hugged her waist and lifted her up, pressing his fists against her stomach and thrusting upwards forcefully.

one time!

Two!

Three times!

...

Such an impact takes a lot of effort; Fang Qiao only managed a dozen or so impacts before running out of strength.

So when she launched the next attack, she suddenly lost her strength, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground uncontrollably, with Xiao Jing crashing onto her.

"Xiao Jing? Xiao Jing?"

"Wake up! Wake up!" Not having the strength to stand up, Fang Qiao could only anxiously pat Xiao Jing's face, trying to wake her up with her voice.

Xiao Jing kept her eyes tightly closed and did not react.

Fang Qiao felt her breathing become even weaker.