No. 63: Shadow's Counterattack (2)

  I opened my eyes to see someone lying on top of me. It wasn't an arrow, but a person, with arrows stuck in the ground beside us. Apparently, I had been rolling around on the ground, and this person had hugged me tightly and rolled several times quickly to avoid the flying arrows from the hole above.

  At this time my five senses were finally unobstructed, and I felt the warm breath of the person above me, which made me relax instantly. The breath of this person was calm and gentle, absolutely not Ren Ping's, that feeling was completely different.

  This is Nie Qiuyuan, it must be Nie Qiuyuan, my intuition is very certain. He actually came!

  I took a closer look and what was facing me was not a human face but an exquisite mask.

  It's not autumn, but night.

  He gently bit his own lips, and the warmth was still seeping into my neck drop by drop. In an instant, I understood, and my heart suddenly hung up.

  "Ah! Are you hurt?"

  "Don't worry." He said in a low voice. This was the first time I heard his non-abdominal voice, it sounded good, with a hint of familiar mystery, like an old friend.

  I held him tight and struggled to lift his head up for a closer look, only to find an arrow lodged in his left shoulder, with fresh blood gushing out non-stop, staining his deep blue clothes black.

  It was he who saved me in a critical moment and then used his body to block an arrow that I couldn't dodge.

  A surge of warmth welled up in my heart, and tears almost burst forth from my eyes. Luckily, luckily, no vital parts were hurt. I trembled as I said: "Yè, let me take a look."

  "It's nothing serious, there's no poison on it." He propped himself up with his right hand and sat up, pulling me up along with him. His expression was calm, as if he thought it was perfectly normal for a weirdo like me to end up in such a weird situation.

  But it was extremely strange that the Marquis of Night appeared here at this critical moment, however, I didn't have time to think about this now, because he had already splattered a face of blood on me.

  "You've lost a lot of blood, let me take a look!" I saw him reach out to touch the short arrow on his shoulder and my heart skipped a beat. "You mustn't pull it out!"

  The Young Master of the Night is truly a warrior. In this situation, he should be in great pain, but he actually smiled with pursed lips.

  "Do you think I'm stupid?"

  He probably exerted his inner strength, and with a light flick of his beautiful fingers, the arrow shaft broke off, leaving only the arrowhead in the flesh.

  The arrowhead is inverted at the top. If it's forcibly pulled out, the consequences would be severe. Ancient masters must have understood this, my worries are truly unnecessary.

  He gestured for me to cut open his clothes and expose the wound. To be honest, the wound was quite terrifying, with blood and flesh blurred together. But when he saw that I was holding the knife he had given me, he actually smiled happily.

  "How about it, I told you it would be useful!"

  "Ah, saved me several times already." I said frankly.

  "Really, use a knife to dig out the arrowhead."

  I took a deep breath of cool air. I've only touched corpses before, but never dug anything out of a living person. And there's no anesthetic now, from the principles of neurology, it should hurt so much that one would pass out.

  "What's wrong, don't have the guts?" The handsome guy stared at me provocatively. In fact, his lips were slightly pale, but he didn't even tremble.

  "Nonsense!"; I fell for his provocation, gritted my teeth, and circled around to his back. I knew this was the best approach, also knowing that the more ruthless I was, the less he would suffer. But, alas...

  I held the dagger over the brazier, using the fire to scorch it thoroughly and disinfect it, then pressed down on his shoulder and plunged the blade tip into his wound without hesitation.

  Blood gushed out again. I told myself that this person was dead and had no feeling. So, I concentrated my mind and only thought about how to pick up the arrowhead more quickly and better, without thinking about whether the knife would hurt or not. My patient cooperated very well, just like a dead person, not making a sound, not moving at all.

  In less than two minutes, I picked out that arrowhead. The Young Master of the Night finally let out a long sigh and said: "You really have a ruthless hand!"

  His eyes didn't seem to blame me, but rather seemed to appreciate it, with a hint of being a masochist. He handed me a package of medicine and asked me to sprinkle it on his wound. After applying the medicine, I tore off my own sleeve and used modern first aid techniques to tightly bandage his injured area.

  Does it hurt? I asked.

  "What about you?" He asked back.

  "How did you end up here? Is it already evening?"

  The Young Master of the Night burst out laughing: "Do you think I'm a ghost or something, only able to come out at night? Besides, shouldn't we be worried about something else right now? Haven't you noticed that we can't get out?"

  I just realized that the revolving door seemed to have locked tightly after it finished turning, and we were trapped in a sealed cave. Moreover, this cave didn't seem like a good place, there was nothing else, but on the walls hung many iron locks stained with blood, looking like a place for detaining prisoners.

  I walked to the front of the door and pushed it, but it didn't budge at all. When my hand touched it, strange bright patterns appeared on the door like modern digital technology, scaring me so much that I trembled. Fortunately, nothing strange happened.

  "It's over, don't touch it anymore, can't open it. Take a rest and save energy, if you're unlucky someone will come over, there will be a fierce battle."

  I turned around and saw that Young Master Yu Ye was already sitting on the ground with his back against the wall.

  "But how are we going to get out of here? Isn't this just waiting for death?"

  "This is a time lock, after triggering it, you need to wait for a specific period of time before it can be opened again. Looking at the door's appearance, I'd say it's probably a two-hour lock. So, let's just save our energy and wait here quietly for two hours."

  Is there such a strange lock? This ancient timing technology is also unknown what principle it is.

  I had no choice but to walk back and sit down next to him at night. His clothes were all torn apart, wearing

  The clothes on his body were extremely disheveled, but the mask on his face refused to come off, making him look very eerie.

  What I said wasn't accurate, actually, under the leaping flames, his disheveled appearance was beautifully eerie.

  There are a lot of question marks in my mind. Ye Bu Fan isn't Ren Ping Sheng, and I don't dare ask him questions; he's not Nie Qiu Yuan either, and if I were to ask Nie Qiu Yuan questions, I'd have to be mindful of appearances. But if it were Ye, then I could just ask whatever I want, the only problem is that there are too many questions at once, and I don't know which one to ask first.

  "Alright, stop biting, you'll bite your lip again." said the Young Master of the Night, "Isn't it just that you want to ask me why I'm here?"

  I nodded.

  "What else can I do, of course, I'm here to save you. You don't look like a fool either, when will you let people worry less?"

  He blamed me, but his tone didn't sound like he was blaming me at all. I don't know if it's my imagination, but there was a hint of quiet gentleness in that voice.

  "But how did you know I was here?" This point is simply unthinkable no matter how one thinks about it.

  Suddenly at night, he lifted his right hand and stretched out two fingers in front of my eyes. Like magic, a small black butterfly landed on his long fingers, its body as small as a coin, its wings fluttering like the petals of a flower breathing.

  "It was he who brought me here," said the Master of the Night.

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