Wounded beasts are even more terrifying.
Shen Li seemed to feel no pain; in his rage, his fighting power increased rather than decreased.
Using even more brutal methods, they quickly took down all the remaining people, leaving them either dead or maimed.
Finally, he walked step by step toward Scarface, who was already terrified.
"No...don't come any closer! Master Li...I was wrong...please forgive me..."
Scarface looked at Shen Li, who was approaching like a demon from a bloody hell, his crotch was soaked, and he retreated repeatedly.
Shen Li gave him no chance, snapped his neck, and threw him away like trash.
After doing all this, his forced composure seemed to vanish instantly. He staggered and had to grab onto a rusty iron frame to steady himself.
The wound on his back bled even more profusely due to the violent movements.
Shen Li looked at Zi Xi, who was still curled up in the mud, covered by a burlap sack, and sobbing softly out of fear.
He walked over and slowly pulled the sack off her head.
When Zi Xi regained her sight, the first thing that caught her eye was Shen Li's pale, bloodless face, and the ever-expanding dark red mass behind him.
She forgot her fear and stared blankly at him, her big eyes filled with helplessness.
Shen Li wanted to say something but suddenly coughed, which aggravated his wound and made his brows furrow tightly.
He gestured for Zixi to follow, then forced himself to walk step by step toward his wooden house.
Back in that small, simple, but relatively safe wooden house, Chen Li finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid down to the ground against the wall, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Zi Xi stood helplessly at the door, looking at his pained expression and the hideous wound on his back, which filled her with fear.
She didn't know anything about medicine, but she remembered that if you were injured, you had to clean and bandage it, or you would die.
Zi Xi clumsily ran to the corner of the room, where there was a worn-out iron bucket that Chen Li used to store water.
She scooped water into her small cup, tore off a relatively clean corner of her underwear, soaked it, and then carefully approached Chen Li.
Shen Li looked up at her warily.
Zi Xi trembled at his gaze, but she still mustered her courage and reached out her trembling hand to wipe the blood around his wound with a damp cloth.
Her movements were light and clumsy, and she even trembled a little from fear.
But that cautious touch, and those eyes that clearly showed a desire to help, made the tense and stern body relax slightly.
After the simple bandage, Chen Li leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.
Blood loss and exhaustion made him somewhat delirious.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing.
“When I was little, someone tried to kill me and locked me in a dark room…it was very dark, there was no light…”
Suddenly, Shen Li closed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"They said I'm a monster... I shouldn't be alive..."
His words were fragmented and disjointed.
Zi Xi couldn't understand the complex elements in his words, but she could feel the pain emanating from him that was deeper than any wound.
She shifted closer to him, then, mimicking what he sometimes did before, reached out her small hand and gently touched the back of his tightly clenched hand.
Shen Li suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her.
Zi Xi didn't flinch, but simply looked back at him with her clear, bright eyes, filled with concern, dependence, and pure focus.
The pain churning in Shen Li's eyes strangely subsided little by little under her gaze.
He grabbed her small, cool hand tightly with his own.
The grip was so tight it hurt her a little, but she didn't break free.
"This place... is too dirty."
"We have to leave."
He stared at her with deep, penetrating eyes, as if speaking to her while also speaking to himself.
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