The old blacksmith began to count again: "A room is fifty cents, but you can't live in vain. In addition to protecting you, the prisoner, you will have to pay two or two, the total is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Xue had already taken out a few taels of silver and smashed it at him rudely: "I will give it to you, you old man greedy for money, be careful of being crushed to death by money.
The old blacksmith looked at a few heavy silver coins, his wrinkled face seemed to be much younger in an instant. He beckoned towards Qixue, "Come with me!"
The old man led the way in front, and when he reached the middle room, he opened the door and entered.
It was a spacious bedroom with a bed, table and chairs, and a few swords hanging by the bed. Those swords reflected the sun's scorching light, which was obviously the top grade among the swords. There are a few pots of cacti in front of the window. The vigorous plants are not worthy of the old man who is greedy for money, but it doesn’t matter. After giving so many silver couples and arranging a comfortable room, Qi Xue is somewhat comforted. As he was about to carry Jie Lan onto the bed, the old blacksmith asked, "What are you doing?"
"Of course it was healed!" Qi Xue, who had always been good-tempered, yelled at this old man several times.
"Who said this is the room?" The old man was obviously a little angry at Qi Xue's self-assertion.
Qi Xue was stunned.
The old man walked to the left wall. There were several swords hanging on the wall. One of them was a short sword that was only an inch long. He held the hilt and rotated it 150 degrees, and the intact wall suddenly cracked. Sewing, and then opened like a door, the door was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
"This... This is..." Qi Xue was a little unbelievable.
"This is the place where I used to store my forged swords. Now I have a new place. This place is naturally vacant. It can be provided for you to live in. You are lucky."
Good luck, what a joke! Qi Xue was about to explode with anger, "You have charged us more than ten taels of silver. Are you asking us to live in this stinky and moldy ghost place?" Qi Xue, who has always hated the dirty and musty smell, couldn't bear it.
The old man didn't care, "The woman in your arms will probably not survive an hour without treatment. If you have time to quarrel with my old man in the room, it's better to hurry up and save her."
One hour, how come? Qi Xue looked at Jie Lan, whose breath was so unresolved. She was extremely distressed and sad. She hurriedly carried Jie Lan into the room and put it on the bedside. The old blacksmith lit the oil lamp, and under the faint light, Jie Lan looked half bloodless, as if she would sleep like this forever.
Qi Xue was trembling with nervousness. She turned Jie Lan over and applied spiritual power to the fist-sized wound, hoping to recombine the wound, but her spiritual power was already weak after her wrist was injured. When she was carrying her spiritual power, her spiritual power flowed backwards through her whole body, instead she bounced away and fell heavily to the ground. The wound on her own wrist opened again, and the blood flowed down between her fingers, dripping little by little. On the floor, an arc was drawn as Qi Xue walked.