Chapter 1295: The Wounded Man_1

Ye Xuan's blood was still flowing incessantly, and the smell of blood was getting heavier. He was really afraid that those people would trace the scent and find him.

If those people did not leave, he would eventually bleed to death, even if he wasn't beaten to death.

After waiting for a while, whether by divine intervention or not, those people finally left. Ye Xuan, leaning against the wall, slowly stood up. He tore his clothes and bandaged his wounds haphazardly, trying to slow the bleeding. He shook his fainting head and then headed towards the Qins' village.

Ye Xuan solely relied on his willpower to return to his current dwelling in the dark. Just before he fainted, he seemed to hear a somewhat familiar voice.

Qing Zhu stared at the man in front of her. She really shouldn't have opened the door. As she was about to relieve herself, a crashing sound at her door gave her a fright. And then, this present situation unfolded.