Chapter 185 Who is in love (2)
She was so cruel to herself that she would do this even if the pain from soaking her wounds in cold water had numbed her.
Otherwise, your life will be in danger...
I don't know how long I walked. My whole body felt numb and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. However, driven by instinct, I still walked forward like a machine.
Suddenly, she accidentally stepped on a stone on the ground, and she fell forward. She had no strength to get up and could only be washed downstream by the stream.
Countless amounts of water suddenly poured into my eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and my vision became dark.
She won't die. She's trying so hard to survive. She won't die here so easily.
One hand stubbornly grasped the water grass, trying to stand up.
However, at this moment , the sound of footsteps came to my ears.
Wei Ning's heart tightened. Could it be that people from the Underworld were chasing after them?
"Master, come and see, there is a person here." A clear young voice was heard, and then the dense water plants were pushed aside, and a fat young man was looking at her with a pair of curious eyes.
He was injured so badly, but he is not dead yet .
If I hadn't heard the sound of the water plants swaying, I would never have noticed that there was someone here.
Wei Ning raised her head and looked at him. Something sharp light burst out, which frightened the young man slightly.
"It seems that you are not far from death." The fat boy turned around and asked, "Master, this person is dying. He can be your test subject."
There was a rustling sound in the bushes. A moment later, a hunchbacked, ugly old man poked his head over, holding a black and twisted cane that looked like an old tree root. He poked the wound on Wei Ning's back.
She clenched her teeth, but still broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Damn it!
Where did this ugly old man come from?
"Take it away." The old man's hoarse voice sounded like a rusty saw being pulled on stone, making people's scalps numb.
Hearing his voice, the fat boy reached out unceremoniously, grabbed Wei Ning's arms and shoulders, dragged her up, and carried her on his shoulders.
His actions were so rough, with no regard for her at all. The wound was torn open, and the pain made her dizzy.
The master and the disciple walked one in front and one behind. The old man in front wriggled like a worm when he walked. The young man looked quite heroic, but unfortunately he was a little too fat.
But being fat is not entirely a bad thing. At least, Wei Ning felt very comfortable lying on his fleshy shoulders.
At this point, she no longer had the strength to resist. If it weren't for her strong willpower, she would have died long ago.
Her head was dizzy and her vision was not very clear. She didn't know how long she had been walking before she smelled a strong herbal aroma, with a faint smell of blood.
The fat boy put her down and threw her aside roughly.
The ugly old man said hoarsely: "Don't let her die."
After saying this, he slowly walked into a room, leaning on his crutches.
Wei Ning half opened her eyes and couldn't see anything clearly. She only vaguely saw the fat boy walking towards her with a handful of herbs.
He took a stone mortar, which was so dirty that there was no telling how many herbs and dust were inside. However, he actually crushed the herbs in it and then casually pressed them on Wei Ning's back.
She gasped in pain, but the chubby boy sneered, "Does it hurt? It will hurt more later."
