"": 200, "": "", "": "Luo Bin ran around to the back of the Floating Tortoise Mountain Taoist Grounds, then kept running in the direction the boy had pointed out.
However, after just two or three hundred meters, he stopped following the boy's directions and fled another way.
The two men from earlier, Li Xiang and Li Qi, had left to escape the approaching threat.
What if they were also afraid to cross that stretch of woods and had headed for the same place the boy had indicated?
What if the two of them had set up an ambush there, waiting for him to walk into it?
Luo Bin had to be cautious.
When Luo Bin finally stopped, he was beside a rock face, with a steep slope rising above him.
A stand of bamboo on one side blocked most of the view.
There was a narrow cave in the rock face, no more than a meter wide. He had no idea how deep it went.
The boy on his back had already passed out.
Luo Bin pushed the boy into the cave first, then crawled in himself.
Once his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could roughly make out the interior. The cave was a little over four meters deep and about two meters high; only the entrance narrowed to a meter.
An earthy smell hung in the air, along with a faint, dank chill.
He stared at the boy's arm. The forearm he had split down the middle was still bleeding. The wound was too large.
Luo Bin was silent for two seconds. He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around the boy's wrist, then used the Bone-Cleaving Knife to cut off the injured portion.
Luo Bin had some medicine