The middle-aged man said goodbye to Chu Ling and headed north. After avoiding the Northern Jin troops searched along the way, he finally arrived outside a small village hidden in the mountains. He did not enter the village, but directly bypassed the village and entered the forest behind the village.

There is a dilapidated cottage deep in the forest, which is where hunters in the village occasionally rest when they go up the mountain. At this time, the door of the small and dark cottage was nowhere to go. In the cottage, Jun Wuhuan leaned against the edge of the kang with nothing, his face was pale and black, and his clothes were still emitting a faint blood. Hearing the footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to be burning with cold fire.

"Young Master." The middle-aged man walked in quickly, and his face looked ugly when he saw Jun Wuhuan's appearance. "Young Master, your injury..." He knew that the young master might be injured, but he did not expect that he was so seriously injured. Looking around, the middle-aged man felt something was wrong, "Young Master? Why are you the only one? Where is Wen Hu?" Could it be that Wen Hu... Otherwise, how could he let the young master seriously injured and be alone here?

Jun Wuhuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll let him do something."

The middle-aged man quickly reacted, "Young Master... asked him to escort the old general Xie? This... isn't this nonsense!" The young master was already sick and was seriously injured. If something happened...

Jun Wuhuan was very calm, "I was seriously injured and couldn't run around with them. With Wenhu and Huan Yu around, Old General Xie would be safer."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but have a little red eyes, "Young Master like this... What if something happens to you, what should I do?"

Jun Wuhuan smiled indifferently and said, "I don't know how many days my body can live, what's the point? If General Xie can escape safely, in the future..." Seeing that the middle-aged man was anxious again, Jun Wuhuan had to give up and shook his head and said, "Don't talk about these things for now. I'm a little hungry. You go and get some food first."

"Yes, young master. Let's go now." The middle-aged man quickly turned around and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked out quickly.

Jun Wuhuan leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes and recuperated for a while, then opened his eyes again and said, "Miss Ling, come out."

There was peace outside, and after a moment, a figure walked in from outside the door. Who wasn't Chu Ling?

Chu Ling looked at Jun Wuhuan with his head in a stern face and said, "Young Master Wuhuan asked me to leave first. Is it because I was seriously injured?"

Jun Wuhuan said helplessly: "I originally agreed to send the girl back to the Apocalypse, but now I'm afraid..."

Chu Ling waved his hand and said with interest: "I don't know that Mr. Jun is actually a self-sacrificing person? If you give everyone around you, will you die... If I stab you now, will you die?" Jun Wuhuan was not shocked or angry, and said with a calm smile: "It's probably true, right?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Chu Ling asked.

Jun Wuhuan said: "Because I know that Miss Ling will not do such a thing."

Chu Ling said: "Your vision is good again? Mr. Wuhuan, have you ever told you that your eyes are so annoying?"

Jun Wuhuan smiled and said, "This is really not there. Since Miss Ling can follow her, I believe she knows why she has to go to this muddy water again?"

Chu Ling shrugged and said, "Perhaps... Is there something wrong with my brain?"

Jun Wuhuan couldn't help laughing. In fact, trusting such a girl of unknown origin was quite dangerous. But he didn't know why he chose to trust her so easily, but he just told her intuition that this girl would definitely not be the kind of person who sells the country and seeks glory. However, Chu Ling would come over and it was a bit beyond Jun Wuhuan's expectations. She was a smart person and should know that their current situation would not be very good. But she still came, and Jun Wuhuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Chu Ling took out the medicine from the bag he carried with him and put it beside the bed, and said, "If you think it's better, apply the medicine quickly and leave here."

Jun Wuhuan's eyes were slightly stern, as if he was asking her why?

Chu Ling said: "Your brother seems to be almost done with his skills. He didn't know that he was followed halfway through. Although I led the person away, the place is so big, so it's only a little while to find it."

Jun Wuhuan took a deep breath and sighed: "Wen Yue is indeed not their opponent if the people in the underworld."

Chu Ling asked with interest: "The Underworld? What is that?" While speaking, he did not forget to reach out to pull Jun Wuhuan's clothes. Jun Wuhuan reached out to block it, "What are you doing?"

Chu Ling said in surprise: "I'll give you medicine, what else can I do?"

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The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Jun Wuhuan let go and took up the previous topic. "Miss Ling hasn't heard of it? The underworld prison is an intelligence organization under the Ming King. The people inside..." Jun Wuhuan frowned slightly and said, "It's hard to deal with."

Chu Ling looked at Jun Wuhuan's naked chest calmly and raised his eyebrows slightly, "How can it be difficult to deal with?" A knife wound cut from Jun Wuhuan's upper right to the lower part of his left rib and penetrated his entire chest. Jun Wuhuan should have used special hemostatic methods, but he was still slowly emitting blood.

Jun Wuhuan looked down at Chu Ling treating the wound neatly and said, "This wound is their work."

Chu Ling frowned slightly, reached out and gestured on his wound twice, and said, "Are they from the Central Plains? The people of the Celestial tribes used scimitars, long swords, or heavy weapons. Except for Tuoba Yin, I have never seen any Celestial tribe who uses light weapons well. Your wound..."

"Miss Ling has good eyesight." Jun Wuhuan smiled faintly and said, "Miss Ling should know that in this world... not all people in the Central Plains hate the people of the Clan. Although the people of the Clan are arrogant, they are still treated quite considerable to some capable people." Of course, in the eyes of the Clan, those people are just slaves who make cows and horses for them. They are delicious food and good food when they are alive, and they don't feel sorry for them when they die.

Chu Ling naturally understood if he didn't comment. Not only ordinary people, but some people with outstanding abilities would not mind seeking refuge in the Clan. When did they suffer from difficulties? They just need to live comfortably on their own. Such people were collectively called traitors in her era!

After clearing the blood stains on the wound, Chu Ling picked up the medicine bottle next to him and sprinkled medicine on it. Although he could clearly feel the muscles under his hands tightly, Jun Wuhuan did not make any sound, and even his face had not changed. Of course, Chu Ling knew how painful it was for his medicine. He was a little surprised. Jun Wuhuan looked sick and had a very good patience.

A figure came in quickly from outside, but suddenly stopped when he first entered the door.

"Uh, I...I didn't see anything!"

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Chapter completed!