Du Yu supported the injured man as Qu Xi and Weaver Girl followed behind him, and the four of them left Meng Po's house.
"Brother, where are you going?" Du Yu asked. "Are you really not going to get those wounds treated?"
"No..." The man shook his head. "I'm truly grateful that you got me out, but I have to take my leave..."
The man slowly pushed Du Yu away and walked forward alone, but one of his legs had been broken, making every yard a struggle.
"Hey!" Du Yu shouted. "You'll die before you get more than a few steps like that."
"Even if I die, I have to go."
Helpless, Du Yu could only step forward and support him again. "How about this? I'll see this through. Whoever you're looking for, I'll help you get there."
"Help me?" The man's eyes suddenly widened. "No... you've already helped me once. We're neither kin nor friends. I wouldn't dare ask you to help me again."
Du Yu hurriedly shook his head. "If I help you and you die anyway, what was the point? Just let me help you all the way through. It'll put my mind at ease, too."
The man studied Du Yu with his bloodshot eyes, then said once more, "Thank you."
Then he slowly lowered his hand, felt along a wound on his leg, gritted his teeth, and dug several spirit stones out of it.
Blood instantly splattered across the ground.
"Holy shit!" Du Yu exclaimed. "You hid spirit stones in your wounds?! Why?!"
"It was the only way... to keep those people from finding them..." The man looked at Du Yu and pressed the blood-covered spirit stones into his hand. "Brother... I'm afraid I won't last much longer... my little brother is waiting for me on