When he turned around, he saw a sallow, emaciated girl standing beside a tent behind him. She looked seventeen or eighteen, with dry, yellowish hair, and she was watching him fearfully.
"May I ask what you need?" Seeing that she was only a young girl, Li Shaolin relaxed his tense nerves and asked gently.
"Sir, you're a respected mage, aren't you? Please, can you help me? My younger brother is about to die!" The girl was delighted to find that Li Shaolin did not seem as lofty and unapproachable as she had imagined, and hurriedly pleaded with him.
"Miss, well... I'm only a mage, not a priest. I probably can't help you, can I?" Li Shaolin was rather surprised. This girl truly was grasping at straws, asking him to treat someone. As a Necromancer, he was quite skilled at killing people.
The girl froze, seemingly unaware of the difference between a priest and a mage. Yet this appeared to be her last shred of hope, and she was unwilling to give up so easily. Gathering her courage, she took several steps toward him and said sorrowfully, "Mage, please have mercy and help me. If you are willing, I can give you everything I have." Tears filled her eyes. Seeing that he did not react, she gritted her teeth and gently opened her thin linen coat in the biting cold wind, revealing her naked body and breasts that had already withered from hunger. "Respected mage, I'm still a virgin. If you're willing, I can give myself to you in exchange. Please, you must save my brother. Even if you only take a look at him!"
Li Shaolin could not help sighing. Faced with her bare body, he felt not the slightest desire, only pity. But since she had gone this far,