The smile on Xiao Nanhui's face froze, and he swallowed back the words he hadn't said yet.
Zhongli had already gotten into the carriage. Ding Weixiang glared at Xiao Nanhui fiercely again, then turned over from the other side and didn't look at her again.
Xiao Nanhui scratched his head and had to climb into the carriage by himself.
The carriage was quiet, obviously well soundproofed and sealed. It was clean and tidy, without any unnecessary things to be seen. Zhongli was sitting on the left, with his eyes slightly closed, listening to her enter the carriage without saying a word.
The carriage started moving. It was already late, and they had to reach the Huozhou border as soon as possible before it got completely dark. They probably wouldn't stop along the way.
The light coming through the window gradually turned from warm to cold and dim. The carriage was silent for a moment. Xiao Nanhui sat next to the man, feeling a little uncomfortable with this strange atmosphere.
The scene of seizing the secret seal just now flashed through her mind, and she asked for the sake of conversation.
"Why didn't you kill An Lu?"
There was actually a cushioned space between Zhongli and her. Although he could only see half of her profile, he could still sense her iconic calmness.
The question was incoherent, but he answered it quickly, as if he knew she would ask it.
“Even a solitary bee will eventually return to the hive.”
As expected, he hadn't really let An Lu go; he was just waiting for a bigger fish to bite. An Lu was just the bait he had put out.
Perhaps because the child, like herself, was a poor, parentless person who had wandered for years, she still felt a little sympathy for him. "Well, actually, I think An Lu is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he doesn't have so many thoughts. Anyway, the things are in our hands, and I guess the person who used him won't look for him again. Besides, he's in Huozhou. If you return to Quecheng and have to keep an eye on him, it will be a lot of trouble, don't you think?"
Zhongli didn't say anything, and seemed too lazy to even turn his neck. He just glanced at her and gave her a look.
Xiao Nanhui recognized this look, the look that said "You know shit."
Humph, if you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it. It’s none of my business anyway.
She just turned her head and suddenly stopped, turned her head again to look at the people around her, and sure enough, she felt that something was wrong.
Zhongli actually closed his eyes after looking at her. His lips were a little pale, and the hair on his forehead was wet, as if he was sweating.
"Hello?"
There was no response from the other party.
She subconsciously reached out and touched his arm, but felt an abnormal heat through the fabric. She then touched her forehead and palms, both were burning hot.
Xiao Nanhui was startled and quickly called for help.
"Man......"
Before he could utter the last two words, someone covered his mouth with his hand.
"What's that? He's not dead yet."
Xiao Nanhui turned his head tremblingly and met a pair of dark eyes.
Zhongli's scorching breath was right next to her ear, so close that she could see his eyelashes wet with cold sweat.
No wonder he hasn't moved since he got in the car. He is obviously in extreme pain. He must have caught a cold in the swamp. He had no chance to breathe and could only hold on, but now he can't hold on any longer.
In fact, if you count carefully, from the end of the Zhuming Festival the night before yesterday, to chasing Zou Sifang into the swamp yesterday, to today when it was already dusk, they had not slept for almost two days and two nights.
This person is really tolerant.
Zhongli Jing slowly moved his cold fingers away from Xiao Nanhui's lips and gently pointed to the corner.
"There are some porcelain bottles in the box over there. Give me the green one."
Considering that the other person was a patient, Xiao Nanhui ignored the almost commanding tone, turned the huge box in the corner of the carriage upside down, and finally handed the medicine to the man.
"Why didn't you tell me what had happened? I could have gone back to the city and hired a doctor. Why did I have to wait until I was in this wilderness and suffer like this?"
"Hurry back." Zhongli skillfully opened the porcelain bottle and poured out two pills, swallowing them without even drinking the water. "Besides, suffering is better than dying."
Xiao Nanhui was silent.
He was right. Although they seemed to have won a great victory, they were still facing many crises.
As long as they didn't leave Huozhou, nothing would be settled. They might not be the only ones who knew about An Lu's affairs. There was also the mysterious figure behind An Lu, who ultimately never showed up. Was he also watching them from the shadows?
Thinking of this, her originally somewhat strained nerves straightened up again. She solemnly assumed a military meditation posture and lifted the curtain every now and then to observe the situation outside.
However, the regular swaying of the carriage and the noise of the same frequency really made people sleepy. Xiao Nanhui stayed awake for less than half an hour and then fell asleep unconscious.
A person who had been resting quietly since taking the medicine opened his eyes slowly and took a look at someone lying on the ground: his hair, which was tied up high, was a little loose, his clothes were pressed under his body and twisted badly, and he looked like a drunk with a hangover. Only his face was softened in his sleep, not as sharp as when he was awake.
In fact, even at her most ferocious, she couldn't even be described as fierce; at best, she was merely displaying her violence. That was the demeanor of someone who had never been hurt. Though she struck hard, her heart wasn't cruel enough.
Zhongli looked at it for a while, then suddenly pulled a blanket from the side and threw it at the man on the ground.
The blanket fell, covering Xiao Nanhui's head tightly.
The carriage seemed to have finally calmed down. Zhongli actually changed his posture and gently closed his eyes.
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