Chapter 212
“It must be a newly dug pit by the hunters. Fortunately, no sharp blades or animal traps were placed there.” Because of his martial arts training, Song Xuan had excellent eyesight and immediately recognized that it was a newly dug animal trap after a glance.
Shen Qingnian nodded and said, "Then let's rest here for a while before going out."
This place seems relatively safe.
Song Xuan had no objection, closed his eyes and leaned against the pit wall to rest. He was so tired that he couldn't even say a few more words to Qing Nian.
Shen Qingnian stood guard to the side, her gaze fixed on Song Xuan.
In the darkness, she could only make out the man's silhouette, surrounded by the rustling of the night wind through the trees.
The two weren't close, but she felt incredibly close to the man, even closer than she had been in the capital...
Thinking this, Shen Qingnian slowly drifted off to sleep.
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the two people in the pit were covered in blood. The night wind carried the smell of blood from them far away.
Shen Qingnian was awakened by the howling of wolves, a sound that sent chills down her spine. Realizing the danger, she instinctively looked at the man, only to see that he had already stood up, leaning against the wall of the pit.
"A pack of wolves is approaching, we must leave quickly," Song Xuan said. He had slept for a while, and his voice was no longer as weak as before, indicating that he had regained some strength.
In the darkness, Shen Qingnian seemed to be able to see the cold light flashing in the man's eyes.
She quickly stepped forward, helped the man climb out of the pit, and still didn't let go of his hand.
She felt that the other person was still weak and needed her support.
“There are animal traps here, so there should be houses ahead soon,” Song Xuan said, turning his head slightly and breathing warmly into Shen Qingnian’s ear.
Shen Qingnian felt a slight itch on her ears. She moved her neck uncomfortably, gave a soft reply, and quickened her pace.
With some strength regained, Song Xuan, though being supported by Shen Qingnian, was also walking on his own, thus increasing their speed considerably.
The howls of the wolves, though terrifying, were from a great distance.
After walking for a while, the two emerged from the forest and saw scattered, dim lights ahead, indicating that there were houses.
About half an hour later, Shen Qingnian helped Song Xuan knock on a door.
Through the paper-covered wooden window, she could see the dim candlelight reflected inside. It was already late at night, and there was no one moving around inside; they must have gone to sleep.
Shen Qingnian knocked for a while before she heard footsteps coming from inside the house.
A burly man opened the door, followed by a sleepy-eyed woman. Both were dressed as ordinary villagers and appeared to be a married couple.
When the man saw Shen Qing outside the door, who was covered in blood and in a disheveled state, he immediately became clear-headed when he thought of Song Xuanhou.
He asked warily, "Who are you? What happened?"
The man and woman were not only disheveled, but also covered in blood. The upper layer of the man's clothes clearly indicated that he was not an ordinary person.
Seeing this, Shen Qingnian's eyes welled up with tears, and she said with lingering fear, "Please help us, brother. We got lost while hiking up the mountain. When we were looking for a way down, we heard the howling of wolves. In our panic, we accidentally fell into a pit and barely escaped with our lives."
Her words were three parts truth and seven parts falsehood, and coupled with the pitiful expression on her face, no one could bear to refuse her.
The man looked reluctant to listen, and the woman behind him took the initiative to help Shen Qingnian and Song Xuan into the house, while constantly comforting Shen Qingnian.
Song Xuan looked at the pitiful Shen Qingnian and gave a cold snort with an ambiguous meaning.
He put on the mask as soon as he was told to.
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