In a small town almost devoid of people.
Winter Melon rejected the suggestion to take the boy to a clean inn for treatment first. Instead, she found a house that had long stood uninhabited, covered in dust and cobwebs, its roof overgrown with withered yellow weeds.
With just a slight lift of her hand, Lin Luoyu cleared a space inside.
"With injuries like these, he'll probably die here without emergency treatment." Cui Hao looked at the boy lying on the ground, barely breathing, and continued with a somewhat rueful tone,
"You survived, but surely you aren't planning to bury him here? He's still a child, yet at such a young age, he's already gotten a real taste of losing half of himself. His whole life is bleak."
Winter Melon raised her eyes toward Cui Hao as he spoke. This man's mind worked in rather simple ways, and his words were so blunt that she could barely stand them.
Forget it. She was asking them for a favor, after all.
She shook her head gently. "We still don't know whether the Evil Cultivators are searching for us on the outskirts. Parading around openly would inevitably draw attention. Watermelon's cultivation isn't that low, either. As long as he receives basic treatment, he'll recover given time."
Cui Hao looked slightly surprised at that. "Then he's as hard to kill as a cockroach. Impressive. So does that mean you're as hard to kill as this Cock... ahem... Watermelon?"
Winter Melon confirmed one thing: she didn't know whether this man had a kind heart, but his mouth certainly had no gatekeeper. Couldn't he run his words through his brain before speaking?
Did he know that this could actually count as insulting someone?!
"As cultivators, we naturally cannot be like mortals." Winter Melon swallowed her irritation.