Upon seeing Tang Nian's cold, vertical pupils, this previously arrogant and powerful figure turned into a mouse before a cat, ignoring his injuries and retreating on all fours.
The thunder outside grew louder and more frequent.
Ming Huan struggled, trying to sit up straight by leaning on Lou Mu, but Lou Mu stopped him.
He was a little anxious; his wounds were torn open, and blood was seeping out.
Lou Mu sighed.
Neither of these two people gave him any peace of mind.
"Tang Nian, why don't you listen to what he has to say?"
Lou Mu's voice was like sweet rain, nourishing Tang Nian's heart.
She gradually calmed down and slowly lowered her hand that was holding the sword.
Just as the old man breathed a sigh of relief, Tang Nian raised the long sword again, causing the old man to break out in a cold sweat.
"Tell me, why did you treat him like that?"
"This...this..." The old man stammered and refused to speak, but Tang Nian was not so patient, and the sword in her hand was getting closer and closer to his eyes.
"No, no, no, I'll talk, I'll talk." The old man quickly waved his hands, unable to stop himself from leaning back.
He had thought that the demoness with snake eyes was just a demon who could transform into human form, but the name Tang Nian sounded very familiar to him.
Just a moment ago, he suddenly remembered that he had seen this name in the secret history of the Witch Clan.
There wasn't much information given, except that she was a Xiangliu, and that she acted eccentrically. Their ancestor had almost wiped out half of his clan because of a trivial matter, and then suddenly disappeared.
Who knew that this willow tree still existed in the human world, and that he would actually encounter it.
His face was ashen, and he only hoped that he could give the man a quick death after telling him what he knew.
“A man brought him here and told me that his blood could control monsters.”
"The strength of the Witch Clan has declined with each generation. By my generation, I can only control some simple animals. How can I control demons?"
"You believed him just because he said that?" Tang Nian sneered.
The old man coughed twice more, and another large pool of blood appeared in front of him.
“I’m not stupid, how could I believe it out of thin air? He showed it to me. I also urgently needed to revive the witch clan, so I agreed.”
What did he ask for?
No one would be so kind, let alone come to cooperate with the Witch Clan.
"He asked me to control the demonic beasts to attack the Great Chu."
The old man glanced at Tang Nian, whose eyes remained cold. He swallowed hard, suppressing the taste of blood in his mouth: "By the way, that man also had a Great Chu accent."
"Tell me in more detail what he looks like," Tang Nian said calmly, raising her head slightly.
After listening to the old man's intermittent description, Tang Nian and Lou Mu exchanged a glance.
Lou Mu helped Ming Huan up, and together with Tang Nian, they used magic to leave the dark room.
The old man was left alone, locked in a dark room, with only a single candle casting a faint glow.
He had no strength left to hold on and collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
...
The two took Minghuan back to the inn in the city.
Minghuan's consciousness was already blurred, so the two quickly helped him to bed.
Tang Nian paced back and forth in the room, occasionally leaning against the bedside to check on the effectiveness of Lou Mu's treatment of Ming Huan.
After a long while, Lou Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
Tang Nian quickly handed over a cup of tea.
"Don't worry, he's fine. He just has too many wounds and some infections. He needs to rest and recover."
"Thank goodness he's alright, otherwise..."
Tang Nian was still in shock.
Lou Mu walked to her side and gently patted her shoulder: "It's a good thing you didn't insist on doing it just now, otherwise I would be taking care of two people now."
“I really wanted to kill him with my own hands back then, but it doesn’t matter now.” Tang Nian held the hot tea in both hands and stared quietly at the water. “At his age, if he suffered internal injuries and didn’t get treatment in time, he would die soon. I don’t need to do it myself.”
"It's good that you understand."
This is why Lou Mu didn't remind Tang Nian immediately.
What do you plan to do now?
Lou Mu knew that Tang Nian was not one to sit idly by and wait for death, even though Ming Huan was still lying in bed at this moment.
"The person that witch clan member was talking about, doesn't he look familiar to you?"
"Is that the one who died at your feet?" Lou Mu stroked his chin. "But he left nothing behind before he died."
"No, he stayed. Have you forgotten that acupuncture technique?"
As she spoke, Tang Nian murmured thoughtfully.
"I think that none of this would be known by an unknown nobody like him. There must be someone behind him."
"You still think it's Old Yang?" Lou Mu turned to look at the unconscious Ming Huan, his brows furrowed unconsciously, as if he had something on his mind.
Some things we'll only know once Minghuan wakes up.
"I'm not sure." Tang Nian wasn't going to jump to conclusions so quickly. "Since we're already here to make a big splash, let's investigate thoroughly before we leave."
Aren't you afraid they'll cause you trouble?
"Are you sure they still dare?" Tang Nian pouted and raised her head arrogantly. "Besides, I didn't intend to reveal my identity."
"Are you going to sneak into the military camp again?"
Lou Mu frowned. From time to time, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard outside the building. This was because of the big incident caused by Tang Nian, which put the entire city on high alert.
Having done so much today, Lou Mu secretly didn't want Tang Nian to go out late at night.
Tang Nian smiled and nodded, expressing her satisfaction with Lou Mu's understanding of her.
Lou Mu did not go against Tang Nian's wishes on this matter, but told her to be careful and that he would stay at the inn to take care of Ming Huan until she returned.
Daylight broke and darkness fell again, but Tang Nian still hadn't returned.
She returned to the inn only after the first watchman's gong sounded.
"Judging from your expression, you've found something good."
Tang Nian glanced at Ming Huan, who was still asleep, and sat down at the table.
"Don't worry, he's already awake. He's just too tired, so he ate something and fell asleep again."
"That's good."
Tang Nian's good mood was written all over her face and she couldn't hide it no matter what.
"Then tell me, what did you discover?"
Lou Mu also sat opposite Tang Nian and pushed the pastries on the table in front of her.
"In Dagan, there is no custom of suturing wounds. In Dagan, using needles and thread on people is considered an ominous sign."
"But a few days ago, a traveling doctor came to the city. He was said to have the medical skills to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, but he only used needles and thread. He became famous overnight."
"It just so happens that during that time, Da Gan suffered a major defeat with heavy casualties. The wounded soldiers had no one to take care of them, so they looked for doctors in the city, and this itinerant doctor was one of them."
"Those soldiers were just waiting to die in the barracks. Given this opportunity that went against tradition but could save their lives, they naturally wouldn't let it go."
"They proactively sought out quack doctors and asked them to perform suture treatments, even reattaching severed limbs."
Does it seem somewhat familiar?
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