"This way!"
Tang San dragged his left leg as he rushed into the woods. He had yet to retract his broken Eight Spider Lances, and their tips kept striking tree trunks, tugging at the wounds on his back and making them bleed again.
Xiao Wu steadied Tang Hao by the shoulder.
"Slow down! Uncle Tang is going to slip off!"
"The people behind us won't wait."
"Your leg is bleeding too!"
"Blue Silver Grass can stop the bleeding."
"The blades were all burned. What are you going to use?"
Tang San pulled out a relatively intact strand of Blue Silver Grass and wound it tightly around the wound on his left leg, then tied another knot across his chest to secure Tang Hao to his back.
"There. That'll do."
"What do you mean, that'll do?"
Xiao Wu blocked his path.
"Seven Soul Saints surrounded you just now, and all I could do was stand behind you and watch. Am I supposed to watch you bleed dry now too?"
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Let me carry Uncle Tang."
"I already told you. No."
"If I carry him, you can still fight off our pursuers."
"You'll be the first person they attack."
"Then let them come!"
Tang San walked around her without stopping.
"Stop being difficult."
"I'm not!"
Xiao Wu caught up and grabbed his arm, staining her palm with fresh blood again.
"Third Brother, take a good look. How much of you is still unhurt?"
"I won't die."
"You always say that."
"Because I'm still alive."
"What if you take another attack like that one?"
"Then I'll kill them before it hits."
Xiao Wu's breathing tightened, and her grip on his arm loosened.
They went another few hundred feet. Tang San grew slower and slower, several times failing