With a final roar, Fang Xi's gaze fell upon the corpse collapsed before him, hot tears pelting down in heavy drops.
What should he do now?
Though he had sworn a fierce oath to exact vengeance, Yu Lü's death struck him like a heavy mallet slamming against a bronze bell right behind his skull, leaving his ears ringing with a dull, persistent hum.
He had lost all capacity for normal thought; even the corpse before him seemed to double, to blur, and worse... to move!
Viewing it through a tear-shrouded haze, Fang Xi felt as though he had surely lost his mind. Otherwise, how could he possibly see the deceased Yu Lü trembling ever so slightly, even opening his eyes to cast a single glance in his direction—a gaze that somehow even carried a trace of helpless resignation?
"I... I'm not dead yet..." The man sprawled on the ground spoke with a face as pale as death.
Hearing that voice, Fang Xi's expression froze once more, shifting in an instant from overwhelming grief to utter bewilderment. With tears still clinging to his cheeks, he lowered his gaze and locked eyes directly with Yu Lü.
"You... you! You're all right?!" Fang Xi was overjoyed.
"Someone, come quickly! Come quickly!"
"Get the hemostatic powder!"
"Bring the medicine at once! Fetch every bit of it!"
Fang Xi hurriedly shouted for help. When the healing powders and oral decoctions were finally brought forth, the servants stood at a loss before Yu Lü's wound, uncertain whether they dared to commit the ruthless act of pulling the shaft through.
Whether it was the mandate of heaven refusing to let him die, this arrow had struck dead center in Yu Lü's left shoulder and pierced straight through. The force behind it was truly terrifying, the iron tip