Chapter 134 Qingfeng is injured
After the three fell into the trap, they suddenly felt their vision go black and their bodies fell uncontrollably. Fortunately, the trap was not too deep, and after a moment, they fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, all three of them had martial arts skills, so although they fell a little awkwardly, they were not seriously injured.
Ye Qingyu quickly stood up and looked around cautiously. He saw that the bottom of the trap was not very small, the surrounding walls were slippery, and there was a disgusting stench.
Qingyi and Qingfeng also gathered around, and Qingyi asked anxiously, "Xiaoye, are you okay?"
"Nothing, how are you guys?" Ye Qingyu said with a frown. There was a very unpleasant moldy smell in the room.
"We're fine. Who set this trap? It's so insidious! When I get out, I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
However, although Qing Yi spoke with confidence, how could he get out now? With their keen hearing, they didn't hear any movement from above.
Could it be that the person who set the trap wanted to trap them to death here? They couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
Ye Qingyu, Qingyi, and Qingfeng, with their excellent night vision, carefully observed the trap, trying to find a way out. They found that the trap walls were covered with moss and extremely slippery, with no footholds at all. Furthermore, a large net was covering the exit above, making it nearly impossible to use Qinggong to jump up.
Suddenly, they found a protruding stone not far from the trap entrance. For them, masters of Qinggong, this protruding stone could be used as a foothold, and it seemed that the trap could not trap them at all.
Qing Yi smiled and said, "That stone is really a blessing from heaven. I'll go up and take a look."
Qing Yi was about to use his Qing Gong skills when Qing Feng stopped him and said firmly, "I'll go." He was the young prince's bodyguard. Protecting his master and leading by example was his instinct and his mission. Qing Yi was the closest person to his master, and he couldn't let Qing Yi take risks.
After saying that, Qingfeng jumped up, grabbed the protruding stone with one hand, and kicked the wall with his feet.
However, just as his hand touched the stone, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound from above, and several hidden weapons shot down from the trap. Qingfeng hurriedly dodged sideways, but was still hit in the arm by the hidden weapons. His body lost its support instantly and fell straight to the bottom of the trap.
"Qingfeng!" Seeing this, Ye Qingyu and Qingyi hurriedly used their lightness skills to catch the falling Qingfeng. Fortunately, the trap was spacious enough to accommodate their bodies.
Ye Qingyu and Qingyi hurriedly checked the hidden weapon that Qingfeng was hit by and were shocked. This was not an ordinary arrow, but a crossbow with a barb.
"This weapon is too insidious!" Qing Yi couldn't help but curse.
If it was an ordinary sharp arrow, the wound on the arm would not be serious and could be directly pulled out. But this was a crossbow with a barb, and once it was pulled out, blood and flesh would definitely be pulled out.
"Let's see if it's poisonous first." Ye Qingyu looked solemn and used his sword to cut open Qingfeng's long sleeves.
After a careful inspection, Qing Yi found that the wound had not turned black and the blood was bright red, so he said, "It's not poisonous." But he secretly thought in his heart that even if it was a poisonous arrow, it would be easier to treat than this crossbow.
More and more blood flowed from the wound. There was no way to stop the bleeding unless the crossbow was pulled out. But how should they pull it out? Ye Qingyu and Qingyi were both worried.
"Master, it's all my fault for being careless." Qingfeng said self-reproachfully.
"Hey, Brother Qingfeng, don't say that. Their trick is too insidious. No matter who goes up, he will be hit by a hidden weapon." Qingyi took over without waiting for Ye Qingyu to speak.
"Well, Qingfeng, this crossbow needs to be removed." Ye Qingyu said in a cold voice, looking at Qingfeng's wound.
Qingfeng also understood his situation. There was no other way except to pull it out directly. He couldn't die of blood loss, could he? His voice was calm, not sounding like someone injured at all. He said, "Master, pull it out. I can hold it in."
"..." Ye Qingyu and Qing Yi were silent for a moment. How painful must it be to pull out the crossbow so abruptly? But there was no other way.
Finally, Qingyi took out Biyue, the extremely sharp sword, and said to Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, I will cut open your wound, so as to avoid..." Qingyi couldn't say anything more. This was the best way he could think of. He cut the flesh of Qingfeng's arm along the position of the crossbow, so as to avoid the barb from bringing out too much blood and flesh when pulling out the crossbow.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Qingyi." Qingfeng nodded in agreement.
"Who among you brought hemostatic medicine?" Qing Yi asked. He himself never had the habit of bringing healing medicine.
Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng both shook their heads. They had all sorts of healing medicines, but they were all with Qingqing. But now Qingqing was nowhere to be found. They had no idea how the girl was doing. Was she in danger?
"..." The three of them looked at each other, thinking in their hearts: We must bring some healing medicine with us in the future, in case of emergency.
Qing Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached for the small pocket on his waist, "Did he bring medicine?" Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng both stared at Qing Yi's actions.
Before Qing Yi opened his pocket, he glanced at the two of them. The two of them were even more curious. What on earth was he going to take out?
When Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng saw the small porcelain bottle that Qingyi took out from his pocket, they were stunned for a moment. Ye Qingyu's ears flushed red, and he pretended to be calm, cursing in his heart: This bastard, he didn't even bring healing medicine, but he carried this thing with him!
Qingfeng's face turned dark red in an instant, and he tried to remain calm.
"Hehe, um... ha... just use it for now..." Qing Yi said with a little embarrassment.
What was this little porcelain bottle? It turned out to be the Lingxiao ointment Qingfeng had secretly obtained from Imperial Physician Wang back in the palace. While not as effective as a healing potion, it was made from precious medicinal herbs. It not only lubricated and regenerated tissue, but also had anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and hemostatic properties, which made it beneficial for Qingfeng's wound.
However, the three parties were extremely embarrassed when they saw the small porcelain bottle, and they tacitly maintained their composure. Qing Yi opened the lid of the small porcelain bottle, but there was only half a bottle of ointment inside.
The silence was broken by a "ripping" sound, and Qingyi cut a piece of Qingfeng's coat with a dagger.
"Huh?" Qingfeng was stunned for a moment. Why did this kid tear his clothes without even saying hello?
"Ah, Qingfeng, after you pull out the crossbow, you'll need to bandage it. Your clothes are already torn, so a little more damage won't matter, right?" Qingyi kindly explained, wanting to change the subject and ease the awkwardness of the Lingxiao ointment. If it weren't for absolutely necessary, he wouldn't have been so thick-skinned as to take out a half-used bottle of Lingxiao ointment.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
