"On June 18, at Nanshan Church in Melbourne, go find a middle-aged man wearing a black hat and holding a white flower on his chest."
"Ask him...what time is it now? If he tells you...it's almost dawn, then give him this letter." Lu Xiuyuan tried hard to make every word he said clearer.
June 18.
Today is June 10th, and there are still 8 days left.
Su Miaomiao reached out and took the envelope that Lu Xiuyuan handed over.
"I promise you, but what if I go there and don't see the person you mentioned?" Su Miaomiao asked again.
"If you don't wait for this person... go again on the same day a month later... there will definitely be someone there..."
"Okay." Su Miaomiao stuffed the envelope into her arms.
After explaining everything, Lu Xiuyuan seemed to have lost the last bit of strength that supported him, and he completely lost his momentum.
"Then...what are you going to do?" Su Miaomiao couldn't help but ask.
"I need to slow down for a moment. I need to lead that group of people... to a farther place..."
Su Miaomiao knew that he did this to protect her and the village at the foot of the mountain.
After all, if he died here, that group of people would definitely come down the mountain to search.
Su Miaomiao frowned and searched in the backpack behind her.
"You're lucky to meet me today." Su Miaomiao found some herbs to stop bleeding.
He found two more stones, placed the herbs on them and pounded them into juice.
"Take off your clothes." Su Miaomiao ordered.
But Lu Xiuyuan didn't move at all.
"What are you doing? Are you afraid that I will molest you?" Su Miaomiao frowned.
"No... I don't have any strength now..." Lu Xiuyuan said weakly.
Forgot about this question.
Su Miaomiao stepped forward and took off Lu Xiuyuan's clothes. His muscular chest was covered with scars.
There seemed to be a gunshot wound in the left abdomen.
Su Miaomiao frowned. How could he run even with such injuries? Is he made of iron?
Su Miaomiao didn't say anything, and pressed all the juice onto Lu Xiuyuan's wound.
Lu Xiuyuan gasped in pain.
Su Miaomiao had no intention of showing any mercy to Lu Xiuyuan. She tore Lu Xiuyuan's shirt into strips and simply bandaged his wound.
"There are no tools here, so I can't take the bullet out for you. But my herbs can temporarily stop your bleeding." Su Miaomiao explained while bandaging Lu Xiuyuan.
The pain made Lu Xiuyuan's consciousness a little clearer. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.
This girl is not very old, but she is very calm and composed.
If an ordinary girl saw him like this, she would have run away quickly, but she was able to treat his injuries without batting an eyelid.
Could such a strange girl grow up in such a remote mountain village?
Su Miaomiao naturally knew that the other party was looking at her, so she didn't explain much. After bandaging his wound, she turned around and pretended to take something out of her arms.
In fact, he took a few slices of ginseng from the space.
This ginseng was obtained by Butcher Su by chance, and it is almost 600 years old.
It's still wild, one piece can make me lose my breath.
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