The deeper they went, the more pungent the stench of blood became.
Zhi Lan quickly led the two of them into the depths of the cave. There was a lock on the iron railing. She took out a key, and with a turn, it actually opened without the slightest difficulty.
Both of them had been here before, but they had stopped upon seeing the iron boxes and never ventured deeper.
"Didn't I tell you to keep watch outside?" Qian Yiling's voice was cool, though it carried a trace of gentleness.
By comparison, Qian Wanyu's voice was far icier, the sort that sent chills down people's spines and kept them from overstepping.
"My lady."
"Mother."
A person lay on the ground. No, a person drenched in blood.
Seeing Qian Yiling unharmed, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Dongfang Minghui instinctively crouched down and checked his pulse. "He's lost too much blood. He's about to die."
Qian Yiling glanced at Qian Wanyu. Before she could say a word, Dongfang Minghui had already taken a porcelain bottle from her storage space. The bottle looked quite familiar. When she had been injured, the Little Shaman had done the same thing.
"Hemostatic Pills?"
"Yes."
"They're useless." Qian Yiling had tried many ways to stop the bleeding, but he kept vomiting blood. Worse still, his vital signs were gradually fading. "His wounds won't heal easily. Don't waste the pills."
Dongfang Minghui was a little surprised. The hemostatic medicine she refined had always worked without fail; bleeding it could not stop was rare. "Mother, let me examine him. Then I'll know why the Hemostatic Pills aren't working."
That "Mother" came out so naturally that afterward, not only was Qian Yiling stunned, but Dongfang Minghui herself was dumbfounded.
Amusement glimmered in Qian Wanyu's eyes as she