The wound of Mao Sheng started bleeding again when he was put on the bed. Soon, the bedsheet became wet.
Not only me, but Tang Wu, He You Tian, Si Yan, and the three from Ju Qu Mountain also followed. It was the ordinary disciples who went to rest.
Wu Jinluan sat by the bedside.
Mao Sheng's complexion was even more rosy at the moment, and the blood vessels that had appeared on his face earlier were now gone.
Without looking at the wound, his overall impression is that he is quite robust and has strong physical fitness.
"Don't have so many people watching, seniors. Please go out, all of you. Only Lu Daozhang is allowed to stay here. When the people with medical skills come in, they can come."
Wu Jinluan glanced back at the crowd by the door, who then left.
Not only that, but the Liu family Taoist who had carried Mao Sheng in also left, leaving only me, Liu Taiyin, and Wu Jinlan in the room.
"The corpse-seed is truly full of endless wonders," Liu Taiyin nodded and said, "If it were an ordinary person, such a wound might have already resulted in death."
Wu Jinluan did not respond, but simply pressed a hand on Mao Sheng's abdominal area as if searching for something.
Initially, it was fine, but after a while, Wu Jinlan's brow began to furrow tightly.
He switched from one hand to both hands, pressing down on Mao Sheng's abdomen. However, his expression became increasingly grave, his doubts grew, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
There was a knock on the door and some whispered voices inside the room.
I went to open the door, and there were several people standing outside with medicine boxes hanging on their shoulders.
After letting them into the room, I returned to the bedside.
All of them looked at Mao Sheng's injury, none of them stopped frowning.
However, Mao Sheng's complexion was rosy, and there was an expression of surprise in his eyes.
Wu Jinluan relaxed his hand and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.
"Later, I will squeeze out the corpse-seed. You all need to seal all of Daozhong Mao Sheng's wounds in the shortest time possible to save his life and prevent him from being blown up by the corpse-seed."
Wu Jinluan's method is simple, but it's not at all easy to achieve.
"You can rest assured, Mr. Wu," Liu Taiyin said, picking up a porcelain bottle and placing it by the bedside. "As long as Mao Sheng Daozhang is still alive, there will be no problem."
"I can't help much. I won't stay here and distract everyone," I whispered.
Turning around, I left the room.
Happenstance, someone was about to knock on the door.
His eyes met mine.
This person was Qiu Ji.
Qiu Ji cupped his hands together, about to bow, but I stepped forward two steps, almost colliding with him. He then retreated simultaneously.
I shut the door.
There were still people in the courtyard; He You Tian and others had not left after coming out.
"Master Lu is unharmed, and I can rest assured now," Qiu Ji bowed respectfully, with a serious expression on his face.
"Is that so? I'm fine, you can rest assured. I thought I had some trouble, and that's why you're happy," I spoke up, my tone carrying a hint of coldness.
Qiu Ji's expression slightly changed, and he looked at me straight in the eyes, frowning and saying, "What are you talking about, Master Luo?"
"The truth," I narrowed my eyes.
"I, of course, hope that Daozhong Master Luo and others are well. I hope that Master Luo will break through the bottleneck soon. After hearing about the accident on the way, I came immediately. It seems that Master Luo is in a bad mood, and Qiu Ji understands." Qiu Ji's face was calm, and his tone was also calm.
He You Tian's brow furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be lost in thought.
Si Yan's eyes carried a hint of coldness as she deeply stared at Qiu Ji.
At the time of the actions of the Ancient Qian City, Si Yan was present, and my reaction naturally caused her to speculate.
The disciples of Ju Qu Mountain were full of hatred in their eyes, while Tang Wu had his hands clasped behind his back, watching silently.
"I don't know what happened to Master Luo," Qiu Ji spoke again, his voice slightly hoarse, "Last time we worked together, after parting ways, our relationship was still good. Just because of an accident on the road, you have such enmity towards me. From what you said, you think the problem on the road was something I did? That's absolutely impossible, Master Luo. You're overthinking it."
"If you are really Qiu Ji, then indeed, I was overthinking it."
"Are you Qiu Ji?" I spoke in a very concise manner, with an even colder tone in my voice.
Actually, I shouldn't be saying this here.
Qiu Ji's identity is special, and this place is even the core of the Ancient Qian City.
But the fact is that there was a problem. If we are concerned about Qiu Ji's identity, this problem will be suppressed further, and more problems may arise.
"I am not Qiu Ji, then who am I? Master Luo, I understand your emotional issues, but your words are a bit too excessive, aren't they?" Qiu Ji was taking deep breaths repeatedly to calm himself down.
"When Wu Xianzheng saves Mao Sheng, he will come out and ask you questions. This matter will naturally have a conclusion," I said.
Qiu Ji smiled, his expression turned cold, and said, "This is ridiculous! Master Luo, I respect your status and the help you have provided to the Ancient Qian City. But your words are too ridiculous. Where do you put me, Qiu Ji? Just after I have taken over the grand ceremony and become a senior master in our tribe, Master Wu should be no more than an equal scholar to me in our Ancient Qian City. How can I be questioned by him?"
"Where is my Qiu Ji's dignity? Where is the dignity of the Ancient Qian City?"
"Do you think of me as a little disciple of Sihu Mountain? Do you think that I, as the little master of Sihu Mountain, can be arbitrarily ordered by you?"
"Master Luo, one must have limits in behavior and actions. You are taking things too far."
Qiu Ji's reaction was quite intense.
I just remain silent and watch him quietly.
Sometimes, very few clues are left in many things.
If everything requires clues and evidence, many people would be manipulated without realizing it.
Intuition is still one of the ways to judge an event.
I've always felt something was off about Qiu Ji.
I warned so many people, even Liu Zhenqi, and none of them could see the problem. Yet I was nearly killed on the road.
There is no direct evidence pointing to it, but "Qiu Ji" has the ability to do so.
He has more reasons to kill me.
I killed Ji Kui and destroyed all his arrangements.
If he doesn't kill me now, after attending the ceremony, if I gain progress, he won't be able to kill me.
In other words, I believe that Qiu Ji is not Qiu Ji, but the traitor who betrayed the Ancient Qian City early on and then hid behind Ji Kui to return, that brilliant traitor!
I was lost in thought, but I did not speak.
Qiu Ji coldly snorted, shook his sleeves, and turned to enter the house.
I sidestepped and blocked Qiu Ji.
"You!" Qiu Ji's face was cold and stern.
Turning his head, he looked at the rest of the group, fixing his gaze on Si Yan first, then on He You Tian.
"Is that you, the senior elder of Sihu Mountain, He You Tian? I kindly ask Master He to restrain this young man. He is acting out of line, using his slight favor from our Ancient Qian City as leverage. His tone was heavy. "I just want to see the condition of Mao Sheng Daozhong's injuries. How can he be obstructing the way all this time?"
"We have come out, and Xian Shen has also arrived. I kindly ask Qiu Senior to wait outside temporarily. Xian Shen is not overly suspicious, and he is quite familiar with the Ancient Qian City. If you think he has overstepped the line, then we can wait a little while until Mao Sheng Daozhong is fine and Mr. Wu comes out to make a judgment. If Xian Shen is in the wrong, he will apologize to you, how about that?" He You Tian said this with a smile, using the most calm tone to express something that was beyond doubt.
