Chapter 133 Ah Sheng
Without waiting for her to react, the man roughly dragged her into the cave behind the waterfall.
The roaring sound of water instantly blocked out the hissing of poisonous insects and the fishy and sweet smell of miasma in the forest.
The cave was unexpectedly dry and there was a hint of freshness.
He threw her away, and Shen He stumbled and bumped into the stone wall, causing pain in her back.
She glared at him, and the iron-like fingerprints on her wrist had turned red.
The man acted as if he didn't hear her, walked up to her and squatted down.
His eyes fell on her arm.
Then he reached out and grabbed her sleeve.
“Tear—”
The sleeves of the blue cloth shorts ripped apart with a sound.
Shen He was shocked and angry, and subconsciously wanted to retract his hand.
But the next second, all her sounds were stuck in her throat.
A deep scratch, deep enough to see the bone, ran from her forearm to her elbow.
The wound was cut by the poisonous ivy in the forest, the flesh was turned inside out, the blood had already coagulated, and the edge of the wound had already turned an ominous blue-black color.
She didn't feel anything at all.
Was it because he was too focused when being chased by the poisonous bees just now, or was it that this poison vine itself had a paralyzing effect?
A chill rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
The man didn't say anything, but took out a small oil-paper bag from his arms and opened it layer by layer.
Inside were not some rough herbs, but clean fine cotton cloth and a small white jade porcelain bottle.
He pulled out the cork, and a clear medicinal fragrance instantly spread out, overwhelming the moisture in the cave.
His actions were still not gentle, and were even a little rough.
But the way he poured out the powder and sprinkled it evenly on her wound was incredibly gentle.
The cold powder touched the wound, causing a sharp sting. Shen He groaned and bit his lips tightly.
The man paused and looked up at her.
Beneath the mask, those eyes were as dark as the night, and no emotion could be seen.
He lowered his head, took out a clean cotton cloth, and carefully bandaged her arm, circle after circle, and finally tied a neat knot at the elbow.
The whole process is fast, accurate and stable.
Shen He was completely stunned.
From the moment he appeared, to the moment he saved her, to the moment he bandaged her wounds...
All of this exudes an inexplicable weirdness.
“…Thank you.”
The two words were squeezed out from her dry throat with great difficulty.
Reason was screaming at her frantically.
——This is a trap! Chen He! Aren’t the lessons from the previous life enough?
——There is no kindness without reason in this world, and there is no hero who saves the beauty at the right time!
But deep in her heart, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity that made it impossible for her to push him away.
There was even... a sense of peace of mind that she herself dared not admit.
She watched the man stand up and stand at the entrance of the cave with his hands behind his back. His back was lonely and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"Who...are you?"
She still asked.
"What on earth do you want to do by following me?"
The man's back stiffened for a moment, but he didn't turn around.
"I told you," his voice was as cold as ice, "I'm not here to collect your body."
What kind of answer is that!
Chen He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
She took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder, out of the cave.
The water curtain was like a veil, blocking the view, but the thick and indissoluble purple miasma outside could still be seen.
"How are we going to get out?"
She asked the most crucial question.
Being trapped here, it is useless to find the purple marrow mine.
The man seemed to have expected her to ask this.
"wait."
Just one word, concise and to the point.
"Wait?" Chen He frowned. "Wait for what? Wait for this miasma to dissipate on its own?"
The man finally turned his head, and the silver mask glowed coldly in the dim light.
"At three quarters past the hour of Yin, the wind direction here will change."
His voice was calm, as if he was stating a simple fact.
"The miasma will thin out for a moment."
"We have one hour."
One hour.
Chen He silently counted the time limit in his heart, and his tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.
She leaned against the cool stone wall and slowly sat down.
The sound of water was like thunder, crashing into the pool, but it also acted like a natural barrier, keeping the purple, deadly miasma outside firmly out of the cave.
This place is like a paradise isolated from the world.
She turned her head and looked at the man.
He still stood at the entrance of the cave, his body straight, like a silent statue, and the aura around him was even colder than the water vapor in the cave.
Suddenly, he moved.
The man took something out of his bag.
“Crash—”
It was the crisp sound of iron colliding.
With the faint light coming in from outside the waterfall, Chen He saw clearly that it was a pair of exquisite flying claws with sharp claw blades and a bundle of extremely thin but tough black ropes connected to the back.
Ordinary people in the world don’t have this thing.
"What are you going to do with this?" she couldn't help asking.
The man didn't stop moving, just checking every inch of the rope to make sure it was intact.
"After passing this miasma forest, there is a cliff ahead."
His voice was flat and without any ups and downs, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
Chen He's heart suddenly sank.
cliff?
In her previous life, she died in a mass grave and had never been to Yanhui Mountain in person. All her knowledge about this place came from vague records and rumors.
She only knew that the mountain was steep, but she didn't know there were cliffs.
How could he know so clearly?
Chen He's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes sharp as a knife.
"Are you familiar with this place?"
"How do you know there's a cliff beyond the miasma forest? How do you know the wind direction will change at three o'clock in the morning?"
“Who the hell are you!”
The man finally stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around.
The eyes hidden behind the mask, like two bottomless cold pools, stared straight at her.
Instead of answering her question, he took a step forward.
"What about you?"
There was a subtle hint of mockery in his voice.
"I don't have a guidebook or a geomancy map. I don't even know there are poisonous vines in the forest or broken walls under the cliff."
"Chen He."
The first time he called out her name, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Why did you come here to die?"
Shen He's breath was instantly choked.
He knows who she is!
This realization frightened her even more than the poisonous vines.
She stared at him intently, her mind racing, but she couldn't find anyone who matched her.
In her past and present lives, she had never known anyone with such skills and such a pair of eyes.
She couldn't answer his question.
The purple marrow mine is her biggest secret, and it is her only trump card to overturn the Shen family's case and avenge herself.
Never tell anyone!
Chen He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and instead pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile.
"What I am doing for you has nothing to do with me."
She stood up, dusted herself off, and met his gaze, not giving way.
"Since you won't tell me, I won't ask."
"only……"
She changed the subject and looked him up and down.
"It seems that you don't plan to leave by yourself, and you plan to stay with me forever?"
"Since we're going together, I have to have a name for myself."
The man was silent.
In the cave, there was only the deafening sound of water.
Chen He did not urge him, but just looked at him quietly, with a stubborn look that could not be refused.
a long time.
It was so long that Shen He thought he would not answer.
He finally spoke again, his voice even colder and drier than before.
“…A Sheng.”
"Call me Ah Sheng."
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