The figure that appeared in Yang An's field of vision gradually solidified.
Unlike the Golden Sword Sect members he had seen before, what stood before him was not merely a silhouette, but a clearly defined person.
A woman.
The woman wore bloodstained white robes and sat on the ground with her back against a tree trunk.
Blood continuously gushed from her mouth, flowing down her neck and staining her clothes red. When she breathed, her airways seemed flooded with blood, making her sound like a punctured balloon.
Yang An subconsciously took a step back. The distance between them was very close, less than a meter.
Other than looking severely injured, this woman seemed quite normal.
But in a place like Lower Kou, encountering someone who looked normal did not feel normal to Yang An. He immediately became wary.
The woman's eyes were red, filled with blood. She looked at Yang An, then slowly extended a hand.
Her hand was slender and fair, without an ounce of excess flesh, though it too was smeared with dark-red blood.
Yang An silently watched her movements. Only after confirming that she had no means of threatening him did he slowly speak.
"Who are you?"
"I... want to go home... Please... take me home."
The woman painfully spat out a mouthful of blood and, with great difficulty, forced out those broken words.
"Go home?"
The woman was asking for help right away, but Yang An truly could not understand what she meant.
The scene before him began to grow unstable again, and the woman's body started to blur.
Yang An did his utmost to stabilize his mind and consciousness.
"Who are you? Where is your home?"
"Home... home is..."
Another mouthful of blood burst from the woman's mouth, and large black spots rapidly spread across