Suman wakes up.
Zhuangzi had a dream in the morning, a dream of three lives.
Finally, she remembered her relationship with Jian Anhe.
However, it...
I don’t know if it was because Yan Ling’er’s consciousness was too strong when she was alive. Although she remembered everything, she could not remember any memory related to “it”.
Perhaps Yan Ling'er was too afraid that she would not be able to keep the secret, so she chose to forget.
But it wasn't all in vain. After all, Su Man now knew that "it" wasn't just a thing, but...
Just as Su Man was trying to grasp the memory that flashed through her mind, she was suddenly interrupted by something else.
Where's Mimi?
Just now when she rolled down the hill, she held Mimi in her arms. Where is it now?
Su Man was very panicked. When she stood up, she found that her right arm was injured.
But she ignored it all, covering her arms as she stumbled towards the stream, "Mimi!"
"Meow~"
A wet ball of fur poked out from her chest, and Su Man realized that Mimi was buried in her arms.
Su Man was both scared and amused, as if she had experienced the experience of looking for her phone while making a phone call.
She scratched Mimi's chin and asked, "Are you scared? Are you hurt?"
"Meow."
Although Mimi's body was still shaking, it was more worried about Suman's arm and kept meowing.
Su Man sensed its uneasiness and soothed it, "It's okay, it's just a sprain that makes me a little uncomfortable. If it were a fracture, I would be dying of pain right now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something.
By the way, she just rolled down the mountain and it was the "coachman" who protected her. I don't know how he is doing.
Thinking of this, Su Man looked around. She was shocked when she saw it.
He fell down about ten steps away from her, and the water around him had turned red, drifting away in wisps.
There was something like skin raised on the edge of his cheek, which only appeared when wearing a human skin mask.
Su Man reached out and took off the mask, and sure enough, it was Zuo Yan.
His face was as pale as paper, and blood was oozing from his waist.
...
Suman undressed him skillfully.
The familiar eight plus two, eight abdominal muscles and two pectoral muscles.
Suman first greeted his old friend and then began to check his wound.
There are some minor scratches on the back, probably from rolling down the hill.
The most serious one was the one on the waist, which happened to be symmetrical with the sword wound from last time.
Although the injury was not as serious as the last time, the situation this time was more dangerous. There was no medicine and no gauze.
Su Man looked up and saw that the mountain was almost 70 degrees high and the road was slippery and steep. There was no way the two disabled people could climb up.
If the stream here was not downstream and the water was not accumulated due to heavy rain, they would have fallen to their deaths long ago.
Suman looked around. The land here was low and muddy due to heavy rain. Opposite the pool, which was nearly four or five meters wide, was a forest. In the gap of the forest, there was a small wooden house.
It is square and stands quietly in the gap of the woods.
When Su Man saw the woods, a sense of fear suddenly spread in her heart.
Could it be that Yan Ling'er had been here before?
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Now that Zuo Yan was injured and it was raining, Su Man had no choice but to drag Zuo Yan across.
When Su Man got there, she discovered that the wooden house had become a little moldy due to the moisture, and it looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
But in this situation, she had nothing to be picky about. She needed to bandage Zuo Yan's wound and also needed a place to stay overnight.
Su Man struggled to get Zuo Yan to sit at the door, intending to go in and take a look first.
The narrow wooden door opened single-handedly. There was something dark on the door, like a painting. But it had been so long that it was no longer recognizable.
I grabbed the handle and pulled it outwards, and the whole door was pulled down. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the door frame had rotted away, and the wooden door, which emitted a rotten smell, was crumbling.
I thought the inside would be even more dilapidated, but to Su Man's surprise, the house actually looked quite good.
The square hut is clearly visible at a glance. On the east side is a bed, not a wooden bed, but a brick-built earthen bed.
There are bows and arrows hanging on the wall, which looks like a hunter's territory.
Su Man first opened the window to ventilate the room, then went to the stream to fetch water and tidied up the house a little.
She spread her coat on the bed, then dragged Zuo Yan in and made him lie down, checking his wound.
Fortunately, he only had superficial wounds and the bleeding had stopped.
Su Man was relieved when she saw this.
This place is deserted and people are short of food and clothing. If he is really seriously injured, then all she can do is dig a hole.
...
There were no cabinets in the room, only two wooden boxes, one large and one small.
Su Man opened the larger one first, which contained some clothes.
Perhaps because the inside and outside of the box were painted, the clothes inside were relatively well preserved.
In another box were some daily necessities, candles, and a bag of powder wrapped in oil paper.
Su Man sniffed it and it smelled like Chinese medicine. She didn't know the ingredients and didn't dare to use it carelessly.
She found some clean clothes and changed out of her and Zuo Yan's wet clothes. She then tore a shirt into strips and used them to bandage Zuo Yan's wound.
By the time she finished her work, it was completely dark.
Su Man lit the candle with a flint and locked the door before relaxing.
She unconsciously thought about everything that happened today.
On the way to Jinyang, he was suddenly attacked by an assassin.
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