The captain of the guard couldn't help but look at the young man's hand. His slender jade-like hand was clenched into a fist. Blood dripped from between his fingers, slowly gathering into a pool of blood on the ground.
But the young man was unaware of anything, as if the person bleeding was not him at all.
The captain of the guard swallowed his saliva, and the horrifying fear in his heart became even stronger. He had experienced life and death and trusted his intuition very much. At this time, he was even more convinced, so he did not hesitate to ask the city guards to leave, as if he had not received any report.
When the servant of Chen's Clinic saw the city guards leaving, he opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but when he saw the back of the young man in red standing like a stone statue, his legs trembled with fear and he could not even stand steadily.
Thinking of the horrific sight of the other servant being cut into pieces, he finally fled back to the clinic with a pale face.
Slowly, all the people on the street disappeared.
Anyone who saw Xi Weizhi would feel so frightened that their hair would stand on end, and would quickly run away.
The young man in red was thin and had a cold look. His peach blossom eyes seemed to have condensed into an abyss of ice that had existed for thousands of years and had no bottom. He just stared quietly at the direction where the figure disappeared in the clinic.
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The injuries of Jin Zeyu and others looked horrific, but in fact they were just superficial injuries.
Xi Yue had pure wood spiritual power in her body, and after just a careful combing, they were almost healed in no time.
Fang Yuan and Zhang Yi, who were more seriously injured, suffered convulsions and shock due to excessive blood loss.
Xi Yue asked them to take blood-replenishing pills, and soon their faces regained their rosy complexion and their breathing became steady.
Only Qian Dazhuang's internal organs were seriously damaged.
Xi Yue took out a silver needle and used her spiritual power to heal his injured internal organs bit by bit. After a full hour, she was sure that Qian Dazhuang's life was saved and that his body would not have any sequelae.
After taking back the silver needle, Xi Yue sat down on the chair, breathing slightly.
Treating so many people in a row had taken a huge toll on her mind and spiritual power. Moreover, when she found out that the injured were Jin Zeyu and others, she was worried and anxious. Only now could she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Um... Xiyue... Xiyue!" The unconscious Jin Zeyu suddenly frowned and uttered a painful dream, "Is it because I'm not strong enough... I clearly recognize you as my master, but I can't do anything for you... Xiyue!"
"Jin Zeyu, wake up!" Xi Yue input her spiritual power into Jin Zeyu's Ren Zhong acupoint.
Jin Zeyu's tightly closed eyes moved and slowly opened.
When Xi Yue's face came into view, the eyes of this usually steady and self-sustaining man suddenly turned red, and his voice was hoarse and subtle, "Am I dreaming? Xi Yue... Are you back? Or am I dreaming again?"
Xi Yue was a little amused and tapped him on the forehead, injecting a little ice spiritual power into him to sober up. "Don't talk nonsense. Do you still think you are dreaming?"
Jin Zeyu blinked, suddenly sat up from the bed, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes.
She was obviously dressed as a teenager, and her appearance was not as stunning as before, but those familiar eyes and that expression were deeply engraved in her memory.
There is no mistake, it is Xi Yue, it is really Xi Yue!
"Xiyue!!" Jin Zeyu called out, his voice becoming hoarse and broken due to excitement, "Xiyue, is it really you?"
Xi Yue curled her lips, "If not me, who else could it be?" (To be continued)