Suman undressed the assassin and found several knife wounds on his body.
Most of them have scabs formed, and some are left with only flesh-colored scars.
The most terrifying part was the one on his side.
The wound was so big that it seemed to break his thin waist. Blood was constantly oozing from the gap. If he hadn't been wearing black, the area would have been stained red by now.
No wonder Jian Anhe said he would not survive today. Indeed, this injury was enough to take his life.
Su Man looked around and found that there was really no medicine, only half a pot of wine left over from dinner on the table.
There was no time to choose now. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to make it through the day.
Now that we are here, let’s give it a try.
Without any foreplay, Su Man raised her hand and poured half a pot of wine on his waist.
The moment the water was poured on him, the assassin bent over like a boiled shrimp and was awakened by the pain.
Just before he shouted, Su Man kindly reminded him, "If you shout, people will hear you."
The assassin closed his half-open mouth, clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
Fortunately, he fainted after a while, otherwise Su Man would not be able to continue.
He was covered in blood and we couldn't move him to the bed, otherwise he would dirty the bedding and be discovered.
Meixiu simply brought her bath water at night. At that time, she was afraid that assassins would come, so she didn't dare to take off her clothes and go in to wash. She just wiped herself casually.
It comes in handy now.
Suman went behind the screen, filled a bucket with water and placed it on the ground.
She carefully took off his shirt and cleaned the blood off his body bit by bit with a silk handkerchief, then poured the bloody liquid under the half-dead willow tree in front of the house.
In this way, Su Man worked for half an hour before her abdominal muscles revealed their true appearance.
But the knife wound was too severe, the flesh had been turned inside out. If he didn't think of a way, he would definitely not survive the night.
In order to find the antidote and to have one less handsome guy in the world, Su Man decided to go out and try her luck.
Before leaving, she dragged the assassin to the bed.
During this time, he touched the assassin's wound, and the assassin woke up in pain again. Before he could utter a curse, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
Suman knew nothing about this and she lowered the bed curtains to pretend that she was sleeping in the bed.
As for herself, she put on a cloak and went out at night.
...
Jane's family was much bigger than she had imagined.
Although large, the house felt quite empty. The flowers, plants, and trees in the yard were either overgrown or withered, making the place seem even more desolate at night.
Suman went to the kitchen first.
In the kitchen she found a small bottle of kerosene and a pair of scissors.
On the small stool next to the stove there was an unfinished silk handkerchief with needle and thread inside.
The cook must have been embroidering for fun when she was bored. Su Man rolled up the needle and thread in a silk handkerchief and put them in her arms.
It was quiet late at night. Su Man crouched down and quietly walked through the Jane's house under the cover of darkness.
After walking around the corridor, there was a room with lights on not far away.
It’s so late, who could it be?
Su Man didn't dare to get too close and listened to the noise inside from a distance.
"Hmm~"
A soft moan was heard, followed by an ambiguous low gasp.
If the maids or servants in the house were cheating, they would not dare to light a lamp.
The only one who dares to do this is the head of the household.
Su Man raised the corners of her lips. This was going to be interesting.
It seemed that the person inside was about to arrive. The bed kept colliding with the wall, making a "bang bang" sound, and the woman's movements became louder and louder.
Su Man was lucky. If Jian Anhe had not been so lustful at the moment, her little action would not have been hidden from the ears of the martial artist.
Using the sound as cover, Su Man quietly retreated.
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With a comfortable growl, the room returned to silence.
"Pour me a cup of tea." A woman's delicate voice sounded.
Jian Anhe handed the tea to the woman wrapped in a quilt on the bed, "Here."
The other party didn't stretch out his hand, indicating that he should feed himself.
"Drink it yourself."
"Why are you so absent-minded?"
"I was just wondering if the assassin was related to the Chixia Cult." Jian Anhe's expression was solemn.
"So what if he's related? He's seriously injured and will definitely die." The woman lay on the bed, her slender white ankles dangling back and forth.
Jian Anhe was persuaded and took her ankle and rubbed it slowly, "Now we are just one step away from success, we must not let anyone ruin it."
The woman stretched her instep and slid her toes down his legs. "Don't worry, it's all yours."
...
The moonlight shines on the treetops, casting shadows on the ground.
In the dark warehouse, there were rustling sounds from time to time.
In the darkness, Su Man searched one thing after another.
Her hard work paid off, and she found some healing medicine and some clean cloths.
When she rushed back, the assassin's wound began to bleed again.
Fortunately, she had the foresight to put his clothes underneath, so there was no bloodshed.
Su Man first poured some medicine on his wound to stop the bleeding. Then she used kerosene to disinfect the scissors and needle and threaded them.
The assassin didn't know when he woke up, but he was too weak from the combination of new and old injuries. He couldn't even open his eyes. He said with half-closed eyes, "You...what do you want to do?"
Su Man was comparing the needle to his wound. Without even looking up, she said, "Doing handicrafts."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pierced his flesh with a needle.
Perhaps because the pain had already become numb, the assassin felt that he could still endure the feeling of the needle.
He panted twice, and beads of sweat fell from his chin, sliding down his Adam's apple to his chest muscles.
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