Saving the Man

Hearing this, Jian Qingqing's impression of him increased greatly. It seemed that he was a decent person, so she was even more willing to save him.

"I have a way, believe me!"

The man looked at her sincere and determined eyes and inexplicably believed her words. He subconsciously nodded.

Jian Qingqing helped him to the bottom of the cliff, where her leaves were piled up.

The man saw the pile of leaves and understood what she wanted to do, so he lay down on his own initiative.

Jian Qingqing spread the leaves on his body and piled them up high.

The other part was piled up on the side, and the leaves between the two piles were cleaned.

She took out a flint and lit the small pile of leaves.

A burning fire would make people subconsciously neglect to check this place, and no one would think that there was someone hiding next to the fire.

The thick smoke would also cover the smell of blood on the man's body.

After lighting the bonfire, Jian Qingqing immediately buried the blood that was on the ground. Everything had to be done quickly.

Jian Qingqing had just finished covering the blood when she saw five masked men in black running down from the mountain pass. She pretended not to see them and continued to sprinkle the fallen leaves on the ground.

Soon, the five masked men arrived in front of her.

"Hey! Have you seen an injured man!"

Jian Qingqing pretended to be afraid and quickly knelt down with her head lowered. "Please spare my life! Please spare my life!"

The leader of the men in black was very impatient. "I asked you if you have seen an injured man!"

"No, no!"

The men in black left and entered the house next to them to search.

Jian Qingqing was still kneeling on the ground.

Soon, the man in black came out. One of them looked at her and was about to pull out his sword, but was stopped by the leader.

"Fifth Brother, don't cause any more trouble!"

"What if she tells others?"

Jian Qingqing immediately lowered her head. "Master, please spare my life. I won't say anything!"

The leader looked at her deeply. "Let's go!"

In less than a moment, the black-clothed man disappeared.

Jian Qingqing heaved a sigh of relief. She opened her clenched fists and stood up.

That was close! She had almost lost her life just now. Her heart was still pounding.

After waiting for another 15 minutes, she realized that the black-clothed man had not returned. Jian Qingqing pushed away the leaves on the man's body. The man had already fainted.

She looked at the wound on his shoulder that was still bleeding. She searched the original owner's memory and found the herbs that the villagers often used to stop bleeding.

At this moment, the Jian Family came back.

"Big Sister, what are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Old Man Jian, Jian Qingqing shushed him. "Grandfather, come over first."

"Why are you acting so mysteriously?"

When he got closer, Old Man Jian found that it was a person with blood and was shocked.

"Big Sister, what... what is this?"

"This man fell from above, and he is seriously injured!"

"Then... then what should we do? We don't have the money to hire a doctor for him!"

"Let's bring him back first and then pick some grass to stop the bleeding and apply it on him."

"Will this work?"

"Let's try."

"That will work too." Old Man Jian frowned as he looked at the man who looked like he was soaked in blood. He turned around and called his son, "Dalang! Dalang! Come out quickly!"

"Hey!" Jian Dalang came out very quickly.

"What's wrong, Dad? What did you call me for?"

When he walked closer, he was shocked to find a person lying on the ground. "Who, who is this?"

"It doesn't matter who it is. Carry him to the house and ask your wife to find some hemostatic grass."

Jian Dalang respected Old Man Jian very much. When he heard this, he did not ask any more questions and carried the man into the house.