The Ninth Game: Food and Provision 15

"1086, move your hand away." Xiao Ai suddenly came over with something in hand, pushing Wen Nannan's hand aside and sprinkling a clump of black powder onto her wound. The pain from the wound had already become numb, and the powder barely added any sensation.

"What's this?" Wen Nannan asked, eyeing the dark powder.

"Burnt hair ash. It stops bleeding," Xiao Ai explained. "It's a traditional medicine called blood-clotting charcoal."

The blood slowly mixed with the ash, but it seemed to be clotting. Wen Nannan's gratitude was sincere. "Thank you."

Surveying their surroundings, Wen Nannan didn't rest. Using the large knife for support, she stood up and said, "We need to get out of here."

"Leaving right away? Don’t we need to rest a bit?" Everyone had been on edge for so long, and their strength was at its limit. Now that there was a somewhat safer place, no one wanted to leave.