The sun shone brightly, its scorching rays spilling across the ground and illuminating the vivid red bloodstains.
Su Li crawled slowly on all fours, blood seeping from her wounds and dripping from her claws onto the earth.
Damn that Daoist.
Her brilliant golden eyes faintly tinged red; she hadn’t managed to save Liu Qiu.
The Daoist’s strength had far exceeded her expectations, or perhaps it was simply that she herself was too weak right now, her demonic power unable to withstand the Daoist’s spiritual force.
What exactly did she have to do for the wound in her heart to heal?
Eat a human heart? Lie with a human? She refused to do any of those things.
Her entire body was stained with blood, and the injuries inflicted by the magical artifact were not something that could heal easily.
After finding a quiet corner, Su Li stopped and crouched down, beginning to lick the wounds on her body.
Would Liu Qiu think she was useless?
She hadn’t been able to resist the Daoist at all and could only flee in a sorry state.
If it hadn’t been for Liu Qiu, she might not have escaped today.
Never before had Su Li felt so useless.
She was a fox demon, a fox demon of extraordinary talent.
There had to be a way to rescue Liu Qiu.
Countless thoughts churned in her mind; she still had one final method—perhaps she could use Liu Qiu’s physical body to summon her soul back.
But the most pressing matter now was to absorb more human essence and blood to restore her body.
At the same time, inside the medical hall, ointment was being applied to Liu Huang’s arm and the side of her waist.
The pale green salve smeared over her wounds brought a sharp, stinging pain.
Her expression remained cold, her brows tightly furrowed.
She had lost to that Daoist.
The Daoist’s martial skills were far better than she had imagined, and she even knew how to use talismans.
After applying the ointment and wrapping the wounds with bandages, Liu Huang put on her outer robe and walked out to the front room.
Liu Feng was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.
When Liu Huang saw her, she called out, “Sister, I’ve finished applying the medicine.”
Liu Feng slowly opened her eyes, her gaze settling on Liu Huang.
She stood and gently flicked her long sleeves, speaking softly, “Let’s go, Huang’er.”
Liu Huang asked, “Aren’t we going to find that Daoist?”
Liu Feng chuckled quietly, a gentle smile spreading across her brows and eyes.
“Of course we are, but clearly, we are not her match.”
“Huang’er, let’s find more people.”
As she spoke, she had already stepped outside.
Liu Huang followed behind her and, after a long silence, said, “That Daoist was probably drawn here when I took the sickly one into town last time.”
“I should have been more careful.”
Liu Feng replied calmly, “Huang’er, what’s done is done. There’s no use dwelling on it.”
“This time we must make thorough preparations. We were too careless before.”
Liu Huang hummed in agreement, touching her wound.
They truly had underestimated their opponent.
If that Daoist hadn’t seemed to have something urgent to attend to, her injuries would likely have been far more severe.
The sun gradually sank behind the mountains, and fiery clouds spread across the horizon, turning the entire sky a deep orange-red.
Liu Qiu stood by the bed, gazing outside.
She wondered how Su Li was doing—she had lost so much blood; hopefully she wouldn’t be captured by someone.
“Qiuqiu, what are you looking at?” Bai Qingqing’s gentle voice sounded from behind her.
Liu Qiu froze for a moment, feeling slightly dazed, as if she had returned to the previous world.
She turned her head and looked at Bai Qingqing, who was sitting on a chair, and said quietly, “Nothing.”
She truly did not want to stay here.
No matter how much she denied it, Bai Qingqing had already decided who she was and wouldn’t listen to anything she said.
It was true that she had exposed herself from the very beginning—she had called out Bai Qingqing’s name in front of Fu Ling.
So she could understand why Bai Qingqing was so certain.
But she didn’t want this.
Bai Qingqing belonged to the previous world; she shouldn’t interfere in this one and affect her mission.
A trace of discomfort appeared on Liu Qiu’s face.
When would she be able to go back?
And the system had clearly said she would become the female lead and experience an incredibly satisfying life.
Yet this so-called female lead was from a “cuckolded wife” storyline, where she had to let her wife cheat on her.
Even her character setting wasn’t satisfying; she was stuck with a poor, suffering background.
As expected, good fortune would never fall to her.
Bai Qingqing noticed the subtle changes in Liu Qiu’s expression.
She immediately stood up, walked over, and gripped Liu Qiu’s arms anxiously.
“Qiuqiu, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Liu Qiu shook her head.
She was already a ghost—how much worse could she possibly feel?
She had grown too tired to keep denying it anyway; Bai Qingqing wouldn’t listen.
Liu Qiu turned her face away, avoiding Bai Qingqing’s gaze.
But in the next second, she was pulled entirely into Bai Qingqing’s embrace, warm breath instantly enveloping her cold body.
Liu Qiu instinctively tried to push her away, but Bai Qingqing held her even tighter.
“Qiuqiu, don’t be upset. I’m worried.”
“Are you thinking about leaving me again?”
Liu Qiu took a deep breath and lowered her hands, allowing Bai Qingqing to hold her.
“I never said that.”
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