Mo Linsheng limped over, his clothes torn, carrying a small half-bag of fritillaria in one hand and a shovel in the other. He looked quite a mess.
Only when he reached Li Long did Li Long discover that he had more than one wound.
Not only was he wounded, but he also reeked of blood. Li Long had smelled it from a distance.
It was just as well that it was broad daylight, or he could have attracted wolves.
"What happened to you? Did someone turn the tables on you this time?" Li Long asked with a laugh. "Looks like you're hurt pretty badly."
"It's not too bad." Mo Linsheng smiled bitterly. "Got hurt in several places, but luckily none of them were serious. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have made it back."
"Did someone ambush you?" Seeing that the wound on his leg was still bleeding, Li Long fetched the Baiyao and handed it over. "Sprinkle some on yourself. It'll stop the bleeding in a bit."
"Thanks." Mo Linsheng took the Baiyao and sat down against the counter. He set his shovel and bag aside and began treating his wounds, talking as he worked.
"Nobody ambushed me. I wasn't paying attention at night and ran into a wolf."
"A wolf?" Li Long was rather surprised. He had been buying fritillaria all this time, but he had not heard any herb diggers mention encountering wolves.
"How many wolves?" Li Long asked. From what he knew of Mo Linsheng, this ruthless fellow might look scholarly, but he had fought two or three people at a time on his recent baiting ventures. He was not afraid of people, so surely one wolf could not get the better of him.
"Just one." Mo Linsheng looked a little ashamed. "You know how I've been staying