In the golden age, there will be many hotels in every human city. Most of these places for travelers to stay are decorated in a high-end atmosphere, comfortable and neatly arranged, and the service is considerate and in place.
In such a wasteland era, things like hotels still exist.
In a certain corner of Spring City, there is such a hotel that provides protection from wind and rain for travelers.
The long dark corridor is flanked by wooden doors next to each other. Residents who come in and out with basins or sundries even have to walk on their sides so as not to collide with the neighbors walking out from the opposite side. Together.
There was a long table with peeling paint at the entrance, and a big fat man leaned over the table and scratched his feet in a bored way.
The curtain of the door was lifted, and a woman walked in from the door and threw a green first-order Demon Seed on the table.
"Open a room."
The big man with his feet didn't lift his head, he took out a key and slapped it on the table, and said forcefully, "One Demon Seed for three days, the ninth room on the right."
A low-level demon can live for three days, and the price is not expensive. There is nothing here but a room and a bed.
At the same time, as long as you can afford the Demon Seed, it doesn't matter who you live in or what you do.
The woman supported the person in her arms, reached out to take the key, and turned away without saying a word.
The big man raised his head from behind the table and glanced at the woman's back.
Dressed in average, with average weapons, not someone who deserves special attention.
In her arms, she was holding a man whose head and face were tightly wrapped in a blanket. From the man's bare legs with blankets, it could be seen that he was a relatively young man.
It is not uncommon for a man to open a room with a woman, and a woman to open a room with a man.
The man who guarded the door stopped looking at her, and withdrew his gaze from behind the service desk.
Chu Qianxun pushed open the door.
The room was very small, the floor and walls were dirty, and there were suspicious traces of dark brown everywhere.
A small iron bed placed against the wall on the right occupies most of the room, and a small table is placed on the left, and the remaining space is just enough for one person to walk.
In the corner next to the door, a sink that can drain is installed directly against the wall, which is convenient for washing. Of course, there is no such luxury as a faucet. You need to go out and bring back the water yourself.
On the side of the wall against which the table was leaning, a small window was opened high, and a ray of sunlight poured into the room along the mottled glass and landed on the bed, which was not very clean. The dust floats up and down in the air comfortably.
These dense rooms are only separated by ordinary wooden boards, and the sound insulation effect is very poor, and various sounds of the residents next door can be clearly heard.
Chu Qianxun put Ye Peitian down, and the bed made a creaking sound.
The man was silent, without sound, without movement, and without the slightest resistance.
Chu Qianxun knew that he was awake, he was facing the wall, his unfocused eyes were always open under his messy forehead, his eyes were sparse and cold, with a kind of lifeless depression.
It seems that no matter where he is taken, no matter what others do to him, he doesn't care, it doesn't matter.
Chu Qianxun went to the service desk to get a bucket, filled a large bucket of water, and sat beside the bed.
He took out a fairly clean towel from his backpack, squeezed it wet, reached out and pinned the messy hair on Ye Peitian's forehead, and began to wash his blood-stained face.
The blood clots had dried up and congealed on the skin. Chu Qianxun tried his best to be careful. The brown-red blood clots peeled off, and the wet towel washed his eyebrows and eyes little by little.
His brows and eyes were a little pale, and it happened to be hit by the sunlight from the window, and the thin fluff on his face could be seen.
The slender eyelashes were stained with water light, and the eyeballs were a little amber clear under the reflection of the light.
The eyelids went down a little, and with the unwavering eyes, there was a decadent beauty that was both decadent and depressing.
Chu Qianxun's heart suddenly became slightly sour. This face was very familiar to her. In that long dream, she saw herself in another world and his ears and temples, getting along day and night.
At that time, this face was always smiling, and it was full of Feixia at every turn.
Compared to Chu Qianxun's memories, the face in front of him was too thin. The taut jawline and the high bridge of the nose made him look fierce, like a knife ready to fight at any time.
His skin was white, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes.
Chu Qianxun felt that he probably seldom slept, so that even his recovery ability could not keep up with the melanin that had dissipated in his eyes.
How could you live like this, obviously living in that other world so comfortably.
Chu Qianxun suddenly wanted to see that clean and shy smile again.
Ye Peitian was fished out by her from the blood pit. There was so much mud and blood on his body that the whole bucket of water quickly turned blood red.
Chu Qianxun put down the towel and took out a small ceramic jar from the backpack. This is a special potion that I just bought at the potion shop on the road, which can relieve the bleeding caused by the Bleeding Holy Artifact.
Opening the lid, there is a crystal clear semi-liquid plaster inside, which emits a very special fragrance.
Chu Qianxun dipped the plaster on his fingers and carefully smeared it on Ye Peitian's wound. The blood-red wound occasionally flashed one or two tiny black arcs, causing Chu Qianxun's fingers to feel a tingling pain.
In that deep bloody mouth, dense black arcs were faintly lit up in a staggered manner. Chu Qianxun couldn't imagine how painful it was.
The wound on his chest that was tormenting him endlessly suddenly froze, and Ye Peitian recovered.
The man's fingers were stained with medicine, and it was applied little by little to his wound. The hot wound was like a cool ice cube, which was soothed little by little.
This medicine can only treat the wounds on the surface of the skin, not the inner problems, but in any case, it gave him a little relief from the endless pain.
The woman's finger pulp had thick calluses from holding the knife all the year round, and it felt a tingling sensation when it touched the skin.
This kind of itchy touch penetrated through the skin, drilled all the way from the pores of the skin into his body, and drilled into his heart all the way, causing it to sting slightly.
This man is treating his wounds.
He had almost forgotten the meaning of the word "healing".
Since the advent of the Demon Seed, he was found to have the ability to restore the eternal life, and everyone seemed to think that he was injured and did not need medical treatment.
Although his wounds were as painful as theirs, even he could not escape from those unbearable pains through death.
When he returned to his family with all the injuries, his stepmother looked at his riddled body and asked a symbolic question,
"The lobule is so badly injured, do you want to bandage him?"
"Forget it, he won't die. The medicine is too precious at this time. We still have to save some for Pei Yuan." It was his father who said this.
He was found by the people of the Divine Love Group, locked in the research room, and locked on the operating table. Those demons ruthlessly stole all kinds of things from him in spite of his painful pleas.
Even in such a place filled with medical potions, no one reached out to relieve his pain once.
Sometimes, blindfolded, he could hear someone talking beside him.
"This is too ugly. Do you want to sew him up?"
"Don't waste it, he won't die anyway."
He hasn't died since, and he's been sexualized without treatment.
No one treats him as a living person again, even once to ease his pain.
He really didn't die, and slowly got over the pain.
The woman in front of him lowered her head and carefully applied the medicine to each of his wounds, leaning down from time to time and blowing gently on the wounds.
Ye Peitian turned his face away, he didn't want to see the woman's face,
He didn't want to see this rare tenderness tear off the mask in an instant and turn into a ferocious and cruel appearance.
Chu Qianxun's fingers were cracked by the electric arc. For her, this was only a minor injury. She shook her injured hand, stood by the table, and turned over from the backpack with her uninjured hand. thing.
Ye Peitian was lying on the bed, and his eyes fell on the hand that was hanging beside her.
There was still some ointment left on the finger, and several blood openings were split, and when it moved slightly, a few blood beads dripped from the fingertips.
The hand flicked lightly, and a drop of blood fell on the pillowcase in front of Ye Peitian, and quickly penetrated, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on the yellowed cloth.
Ye Peitian's eyes glued to the red dot, and he didn't move.
"I'll go out and find a healer for you. Don't talk or move when someone comes."
"This is a black street. Doctors generally only collect money and don't care who you are."
Chu Qianxun pulled out a mask, put it on Ye Peitian's face, gathered his slightly curly hair, put a cotton hat on his head, pulled down the brim of the hat, and pressed him most of the way. Then he carefully covered him with a blanket.
In this era, there are people dressed in all kinds of fancy clothes, Ye Peitian is nothing.
"Okay, so I won't recognize you." Chu Qianxun looked up and down, "Stay well, I'll be back soon."