The proprietress once said that if there's anything you can't judge, then choose to trust your tattoo.
"But what if it's fake?" Old Dao was being a bit too risky.
"Stop talking nonsense? Don't you need to pee?" I said, then got up and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, they saw Liu Sandao covered in blood.
"Brother Liu! What happened to you?"
When I saw Liu Sandao like this, I quickly went up and helped him inside.
I put Liu Sandao into the room and picked up a towel to wipe his wounds.
Fortunately, Liu Sandao was only injured in the arm; the rest of the blood had seeped in.
"Brother Liu, what's wrong?" I asked anxiously.
His wound looks like it was left by a human, not some kind of monster.
It's probably something like a sharp weapon.
"Xu Feng, don't believe him anymore! He's suspicious! He's practicing evil arts with my senior brother!"
Liu Sandao was panting heavily, and it took him a long time to finish speaking.
"Practicing evil arts?"
I kept repeating that sentence.
When they were looking for Xu Feng, Xu Feng had said something similar to Zhou the tailor.
He once said that if Zhou the tailor hadn't practiced evil arts, he could have lived a long time.
I had a feeling that there was something wrong with Zhou the tailor back then, and now it seems that something was indeed wrong.
There was a small first-aid kit in the room, which I picked up and used to bandage Liu Sandao's wound.
Fortunately, it was a minor wound and not too serious.
After doing all that, I got Liu Sandao a bottle of water.
"Haopo Village has probably been polluted and is no longer as sacred as it used to be. Let's leave quickly under the cover of night!"
Liu Sandao drank water in large gulps and told us about Haopo Village.
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