Chapter 392: Special Pain
An Yan didn't dare to act rashly. Her eyes were fixed on the herb garden. She had to pick him back today, otherwise Li Rongsen's body would not be able to bear it. He had just suffered such a serious injury.
The young master looked towards An Yan and said, "No one else has come here before. Who are you?"
"I need the Soul-Binding Grass." An Yan told him directly.
"You can take it." The young master didn't seem to care at all.
But Uncle Wang said, "Of course not. You must take the Soul-Binding Grass today, or you will die tomorrow."
"That's all bullshit. If you don't obey the Soul-Binding Grass, you can't trap me. How can I allow you to make fun of me?" The young master sneered, and then went to the herb garden on his own.
Uncle Wang grabbed the chain on the ground and pulled the young master over. The young master immediately hit him, shouting, "Get out of here, you running dog!"
"Master, I'm doing this for your own good." Uncle Wang said as he waved his palm towards the young master.
The young master was inconvenienced, but he couldn't dodge after all. He was hit hard by Uncle Wang and had to half-kneel on the ground. He said to An Yan: "If you want the Soul-Binding Grass, help me defeat him, otherwise you won't get it."
An Yan's current goal was the Soul Binding Grass. She had just fought with this man called Uncle Wang. His internal energy was extremely deep, and few people could defeat him. Moreover, she couldn't use her full power here, and she had suffered some internal injuries, so she had to be careful.
Then I heard the young master say, "I'll go with you to get the Soul-Binding Grass. Once you get it, leave and come back to rescue me tomorrow!"
"This won't work!" Uncle Wang said as he looked towards An Yan.
The young master immediately grabbed Uncle Wang's arm and said to An Yan, "Hurry up!"
An Yan immediately went to the herb garden to pick herbs, but found that Uncle Wang swung a beam of energy at her, which brushed against her shoulder. Although she felt pain, she didn't care about anything else and reached out to pick the herbs.
"Ah!" An Yan's hand seemed to be hit by something, and she felt a burning pain instantly. When she looked closely, she saw that her skin was torn.
The young master picked up the thick iron chain on the ground, put it directly around Uncle Wang's neck, and said to An Yan, "Hurry up!"
An Yan ignored the pain, reached out to pick the medicine, then turned over and jumped out of the forbidden area.
Uncle Wang turned around to look at the young master and said, "You've gone crazy! You can't stop eating the Soul-Binding Grass."
"That's a lie, and you actually believed that woman." The young master sneered. He collapsed on the ground, looking up at the moon in the sky, saying, "The moonlight is so white. I like to act like an adult."
"What wouldn't you want to do if you were a carefree child?" Uncle Wang asked.
"Then why don't you be a child?" the young master asked him.
"You will destroy this place. Your inner demon will grow as you grow up. You will try to destroy this place and your family." Uncle Wang is the guardian of Lingxian's family. His duty is to protect the peace of this area.
The young master sneered and said only one sentence: "A selfish and vicious woman who tells lies casually is not worthy of trust."
Uncle Wang frowned. He didn't hate the young master and even felt pity for him, but it was wrong for him to have the idea of escaping. He took advantage of the young master's unpreparedness and inserted a silver needle into his wrist.
In an instant, the young master fainted again.
It turns out that using the Soul-Binding Grass would be cheaper and could allow him to suffer less, but now there is no other way but to seal a wisp of his soul to prevent him from acting recklessly.
Moreover, if he continues to grow stronger for several days, there will be extremely bad consequences. He is likely to break through the forbidden area, and then we will be in trouble.
Uncle Wang sat on the ground, looking at the young master, then at the moon, thinking that he should make a net. Once the soul-binding grass is taken, it will become invisible. The woman who just came will definitely come again, and he must catch her.
An Yan had already jogged back to the yard, feeling pain all over her body.
Li Rongsen was sitting on the porch at the door. When he saw someone walk in, he went over to check. He found that An Yan was not in good condition. He instinctively wanted to help her, but he felt it was not appropriate. He quickly said to the old woman in the house, "Grandma, she's back. She seems very tired. Come over and take a look."
The old woman was already standing in front of An Yan. She immediately supported her and asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"
"It's okay." An Yan said as she walked into the house.
Li Rongsen looked An Yan up and down and found that there was blood on her shoulder. The hand holding the herbs was seriously injured, with skin torn and flesh exposed. She looked particularly scary, and he couldn't help feeling very sorry.
The old woman first helped An Yan sit down at the table, then went inside to get the medicine and said to her, "Why are you doing this? I told you not to go."
"It's okay, I'm back safely." An Yan signaled the old woman not to worry, and said, "Look, I've picked the Soul-Binding Grass."
"I'm afraid your hand will be crippled." The old woman said seriously.
"What do you mean?" Li Rongsen came over and asked immediately.
"Wash this medicine and then put it into the pot for boiling medicine." An Yan said as she pointed to the pot for boiling medicine that had been set up on the side.
The old woman said, "Why bother? You are more important."
An Yan lowered her eyes and saw Li Rongsen about to tear off her shirt, so she quickly stopped him: "This fabric doesn't absorb blood, don't tear it, go wash the medicine."
Li Rongsen clearly saw sweat on An Yan's forehead, which showed that she was in great pain, but she didn't say a word. He took the herb and said, "What can I do for you?"
"Just go and wash the medicine, grandma will help me heal my wound." An Yan just said this.
Li Rongsen did as An Yan asked, and then came over to sit down. Seeing that the old woman had sprinkled the powder on the back of her hand and wrapped it with gauze, he felt very sorry. He said, "Don't go there tomorrow."
"Of course not." An Yan chuckled.
The room was dim, but An Yan's smile was clearly engraved in Li Rongsen's heart. He admired her, but also began to feel some sympathy for her. He said, "I'm not worth your risk."
"Yan Qingqiu is worth it." An Yan said. She understood what he was thinking, so she cooperated with him to offset the guilt in her heart.
Li Rongsen was not relieved by this. He said, "I'm sorry. I caused you trouble."
An Yan stared at Li Rongsen, then said, "From now on, all matters related to medicinal materials in Wancaotang will be decided by me. What do you think of this condition?"
Li Rongsen was stunned at first, but then he agreed and said, "I agree."
"You go and rest, I'm fine." An Yan said.
But Li Rongsen didn't leave. He asked again, "Are you really not feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." An Yan pretended that she was not in pain, but in fact her hand was very painful, as if it was being whipped. It was obvious that this injury was not easy to deal with.
The old woman stood up again and walked inside, opening a box. No one knew what she was looking for. After rummaging for a long time, she took out a handkerchief and said to An Yan, "Here, this is clean. Use it to wipe your sweat. You're sweating like a sorehead."
"How painful is it?" Li Rongsen asked quickly.
"Please help take a look at the medicine and go over there to fan some air." An Yan motioned him to go over there and not ask any questions in front of her. She would not tell him, lest he start talking again.
The old woman also said to Li Rongsen: "Go ahead, we don't need you here."
Li Rongsen had no choice but to walk over to the medicine pot, pick up the fan beside it to fan itself, and prick up his ears to listen to the conversation between An Yan and the old woman.
"Does it hurt a lot?" the old woman asked her.
"It does hurt a little." If An Yan said it hurt a little, it must be very painful, otherwise she wouldn't be sweating coldly all the time.
(End of this chapter)
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