Lin Qingyao's body tilted to one side and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

  Her life was not in danger, but she had only cultivated to the fourth layer of Qi Refining and was attacked by someone who had reached the eighth layer. Moreover, she had also taken two Spirit Nourishing Pills that her body could not withstand, causing severe damage to her meridians in addition to the physical harm.

  Xu Ran returned when it was already late at night.

  He went back to see his father, who was addicted to gambling, and found that Xu Ran still had a passionate heart, especially towards his own father. However, when he returned home, he saw his father with a prostitute, and to his surprise, his father had even given her the deed to their house...

  That house was left by Xu Yan's grandmother and belonged to his mother. Now it has been humiliated by his father, and Xu Yan cannot bear it.

  Unable to hold back, he had a fierce fight with his father. Unexpectedly, Xu Ran's father actually took a deadly blow at his own son, picking up a kitchen knife and chopping, giving Xu Ran a severe wound.

  Xu Ran had just come out of the clinic, he didn't have money to go to a big hospital, and he didn't dare call Lin Qingyao, he already owed Lin Qingyao too much... But with nowhere else to go, he could only pretend as if nothing was wrong and return.

  This place, although it can't be considered his home, gave him a warmth similar to that of a home. When he was wounded and exhausted outside, the place he would think of was this old, gloomy courtyard.

  Xu Ran saw that the lock on the door had not been closed and knew that Lin Qingyao should be at home.

  He glanced at his phone, it was already dawn, Xu Ran couldn't bear to call Lin Qingyao to open the door, so he squatted down at the entrance, leaning against the iron gate, thinking of waiting until the next morning to go back.

  Creak...

  He leaned lightly against the iron gate, and the iron gate was actually opened.

  Xu Ran was a bit flustered. Qing Yao, being the only woman in this desolate place, could scream at the top of her lungs and no one would hear her. How could she be so careless as to not lock the door?!

  Since the door was open, he didn't need to wait outside anymore. He quietly walked in and locked the door behind him.

  He took a step forward and as his foot fell, it seemed to tread on something. He was startled and hastily lifted his foot up, fortunately this time, he didn't step firmly.

  Although it's said to be near the Mid-Autumn Festival, at this moment it's overcast and very dark in the courtyard. Xu Ran still can't see things clearly. He took out his mobile phone, wanting to shine a light, but at this time, the phone flashed and suddenly shut down!

  However, with that fleeting flash of light, Xu Ran still managed to see clearly the thing on the ground - it was a person! And not just anyone, but Lin Qingyao herself!

  Xu Ran was a bit flustered, how did Qing Yao end up lying here, nothing bad happened, right?

  He hastily felt Lin Qingyao's breath, found that Lin Qingyao was already weak, and immediately picked up Lin Qingyao and rushed into the house.

  With a soft click, he slowly turned on the light and looked at Lin Qingyao who had just been placed on the bed by him, his face filled with shock.

  Only Lin Qingyao's body was seen, full of bloodstains, tied up with gray-green big round balls, which looked like plant seeds.

  Actually, just now when Xuran hugged Lin Qingyao, he had already discovered something was wrong and felt that there was something tied to his arm on Lin Qingyao's body. It was just that he was too flustered at the time and didn't have a chance to think carefully about it.

  Xu Ran trembled with joy, wanting to pull down that thing.

  "Ah!" His hand was easily pierced.

  Xu Ran looked at Lin Qingyao's appearance and immediately ran back to her own room, charged her phone, and called the hospital.

  "Hello, we have someone injured here."

  "Where?"

  Liu Hutong

  "Beep beep beep..."

  "Is anyone listening?"

  The phone has been hung up...

  Xu Ran made several phone calls in a row, all of which were the same situation, so he was somewhat disheartened and returned to Lin Qingyao's room.

  It's not that the hospital staff is neglecting their duties, but the one who answered the phone was already scared out of his wits. Six years ago in Liu Hutong, a bloody murder case occurred, and as a result, everyone moved away. At midnight, receiving a call from this place where it's impossible for anyone to live, would scare anyone.

  It's just a midnight ghost call, at this moment, shivering and curled up on the service desk, where can I still send an ambulance? Even if I sent one, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any drivers or medical staff willing to go.

  Xu Ran had no choice but to use the white gauze, iodine and topical medicine he brought back today for his own injury.

  He took a cloth and wrapped his hands with it, then searched Lin Qingyao's body for the iron thistle.

  If this thing isn't pulled out quickly, the wound won't heal and will keep bleeding.

  Fortunately, Lin Qingyao's sensitive areas were better protected at the time, so she wasn't hurt. As a man, Xu Ran helped Lin Qingyao treat her wounds without feeling too embarrassed.

  Iron thistle was generally tied to Lin Qingyao's shoulders and limbs, and Xu Ran pulled them out one by one, pulling out more than 20.

  The Tribulus terrestris has sharp thorns on its surface. As soon as Xu Yan pulled it out like this, the wound began to bleed more and more.

  Before long, Lin Qingyao became a blood person.

  Xu Ran used a bandage to carefully dress Lin Qingyao's wounds one by one before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

  He anxiously looked at Lin Qingyao, having lost so much blood, could she still survive? He now had the intention of sending Lin Qingyao to the hospital, but in her current state, he feared it was impossible to move her.

  What Xuran saw were those flesh wounds, for Lin Qingyao now, although painful, but not fatal. What would take Lin Qingyao's life was the wave after wave of dull pain transmitted from the meridians in her body.

  Her consciousness was blurry, sometimes clear and sometimes confused, but the pain had been torturing her all along.

  Xu Ran didn't dare sleep, he stayed by Lin Qingyao's side, afraid that Lin Qingyao would develop a fever in the middle of the night.

  In this process, Xu Ran carefully wrapped his hands and pinched an iron thistle, studying it carefully.

  Greyish iron thistle, with a hint of bloodiness, in addition to this, there is also a strong fragrance of grass. Various signs tell Xu Ran that this is a kind of seed, somewhat like thistle, but bigger and harder than thistle, with more blood. He tried to cut it with a kitchen knife, unexpectedly, the knife was chipped at the mouth.

  Who on earth used such vicious means to deal with Qingyao? Unable to figure out what this thing is, Xu Ran began to think again, why Lin Qingyao would have today's encounter.

  Lin Qingyao is not just a subtle feeling of being fellow drifters for Xuran, nor is it just about relying on each other for survival. At this moment, Xuran feels that Lin Qingyao has given him a long-lost sense of home. Hurting Lin Qingyao would be equivalent to directly hurting Xuran himself!