"My name is... Ye Han. All right, please take care of me!"
Ye Han felt that his own name was truly useless now, but fortunately, his ability to spout nonsense had reached Level 10. Making up a fake name was a piece of cake. Thus, Ye Han's name was stolen by Ye Han.
Ding~ Your good friend Ye Han has gone offline! Ding~ Your friend Ye Han is online!
"Ye Han? That's a strange name."
Naraku smiled, then carefully examined Ye Han's condition and asked tentatively, "I'll have my men help you up. It won't affect your wounds, right? ...Where are your wounds?"
Naraku was somewhat bewildered. Although Ye Han looked miserable and was covered in blood, Naraku had observed him for quite a while and still could not find a single wound on him.
Was he joking? Or was the blood not his?
"I was cursed by a kind of curse technique. This curse causes my body to bleed over a large area, but once the bleeding starts, I can't find the wounds anymore. So although I'm covered in blood, I'm only weak and unable to stand right now. It's nothing serious. You guys... just throw me into the rice field. Once I recover my strength, I'll leave."
Ye Han gave Naraku a half-true, half-false explanation.
After hearing this, Naraku was only briefly puzzled by the secret curse technique before completely believing Ye Han. Then, on second thought, since it was a secret technique, it was naturally something unknown. It was normal for him not to understand it.
Thus, after his brain supplied the missing logic, Naraku no longer doubted Ye Han's excuse and said, "I absolutely can't throw you into a rice field. Tell me where you live, and I'll take you home..." Naraku paused, then