The wilderness was vast, the stars were dim, the cold wind blew in gusts, and the dead grass on the ground shrieked like the wailing of a grieving spirit.
I was alone, stumbling through the wilderness, not knowing where I was going.
It was cold and lonely, and when I looked up, I saw a dark red shadow pulsating in the sky.
I subconsciously ran over to it, only to find that it was a huge ghost, its body dripping with flames and its head standing on sharp horns, crouching with its back to me at the moment, seemingly eating something.
"Brother Yichang, help me..."
A scream came from behind the ghost, making my heart tighten and I subconsciously ran forward, but at this moment, the giant ghost suddenly turned around, and I realized that it was shoving the little muddler into its mouth with a huge bloody mouth.
"No, don't!"
I screamed in shock, my whole body shuddering, and rushed forward desperately to save Little Puddle, but at that moment, the giant ghost opened its mouth and shoved Little Puddle into it, and then its sharp fangs closed, and a muffled sound was heard immediately, and Little Puddle's flesh and blood flew out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh... I'll kill you!"
My hair stood on end in shock and I couldn't help but roar in rage as I charged towards the giant ghost. I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to avenge Little Puzzler!
"Hey, wake up, hey-"
But it was at this moment that a voice came to my ears, and then I felt someone tapping my face, which caused me to be puzzled for a moment, and I unconsciously opened my eyes, only to find that I was lying on my bed, and a Taoist priest in a green cloth cotton robe was standing next to me.
The Taoist priest had long eyebrows and long beard, and he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.
"I, where is this? May I ask, who are you?"
At that moment, as I spoke, I scanned the room, only to find that it was a very thin and simple little grass hut, and through the window pane, I could see the snow rustling down outside, as well as the bamboo forest that had fallen out of its leaves.
"This is my grass hut, don't worry, it's safe here, you can recuperate here in peace," the Taoist priest said as he knelt down and fiddled with the charcoal in the fire pit.
"I remember that when I fainted, I was at Dai Hong Hao's house," at this time, I couldn't help but frown and think back to what happened before, and then I couldn't help but sit up from the bed at once and ask the Taoist priest in a quick voice, "By the way, how is Dai Hong Hao? Is she, is she still alive?"
Hearing my words, the Taoist priest slowly stood up, sleeved his hands, looked me up and down and said, "Strange."
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him in confusion.
"Who is the red hat? You never seemed to call that name when you were unconscious, so you can see that she doesn't weigh much in your mind, you've been calling another name instead," the Taoist priest said, looking at me.
"Who did I call?" I asked, frowning, and then gave my own answer, "Was it Little Confused?"
"Well," the Taoist priest said to me as he spoke, sitting down on the edge of my bed, "that's why I thought it was strange, I would have thought that the first thing you would have asked about that little muddler when you woke up."
Hearing the Taoist priest's words, I felt helpless and subconsciously sighed as I said to him, "I already know about the little muddler, so I don't need to ask any more questions, but it's the situation of Dai Hong Hao that worries me a bit, and her grandmother, how are they all doing?"
"When you say Red Riding Hood, is it a little girl? Her scalp was cut open and a small hole was gouged in her skull, wasn't it?" The Taoist priest asked me.
When I saw that Daoist say that, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and asked in a loud voice, "Yes, yes, that's her, how is she?"
"She's okay, she's not in danger of dying for now, I just don't know when she'll wake up, her brain is too badly injured and it's likely to affect her sanity." The Taoist priest said to me.
Hearing this, I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that all my hard work had not been in vain, and at that moment I did not feel like saying to that Daoist priest, "Good, it is good that she is not dead, it is good that she is not dead."
As I spoke, I lay down a little tiredly and found that my whole body was as sore as if it had fallen apart, which made me let out a cold breath.
"I have given you a golden sore medicine, you'd better lie down and rest, don't move around, otherwise you'll only suffer if you tear the wound," the Taoist priest said, standing up and bringing a bowl of soup from the table. He handed it to me and said, "Drink it, it's a tonic taken internally, it's good for your injuries."
"Thank you," I said, reaching out with difficulty, taking the soup and drinking it, before letting out a long breath and lying down again, unable to help but be filled with sighs of relief.
"You're in good health," I was sighing when the Taoist priest sat down at the table, picking a pile of herbs as he said to me, "I had thought it would take you another two days to wake up, but I didn't expect you to wake up so soon. When I look at you, you don't seem like a mortal, did you also practice some Daoist secret arts before that?"
The Daoist priest's words made me hesitate in my heart, not knowing whether I should tell him the truth or not. Old Blind Man had said to me before that the jianghu was treacherous, and that I should not tell the truth in all cases, especially about some unique secret arts, and try not to say anything to avoid attracting unnecessary troubles.
With this in mind, I smiled and said to the Daoist priest, "I am just a little stronger."
When he saw me say that, the Taoist priest looked at me for a moment, smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but just nodded and said, "It's rare for a young man to have such a heart."
I was so embarrassed that I could only change the subject and said, "So, where is Red Hat now? How's her grandmother?"
"She's lying in the room next door, and as for her grandmother, she was hopeless when I got there," the Taoist priest told me.
I nodded and said to him, "Uncle, my name is Liu Yichen, may I ask who you are?"
"Just call me Mr. Sanwu," the Daoist priest said with a faint smile as he looked at me.
"Mr. San Wu?" That was a strange name, and I couldn't help but smack my lips for a moment.
"No name, no family, no home, Mr. San Wu, huh," Mr. San Wu said, stroking his beard and looking at me, "Did you see me that night and ask me for help?"
"You know about that?" When Mr. Sanwu said that, I finally remembered who he was. He was the Taoist priest I had seen when I used that green bell to invoke the gods for the first time, but at that time I had just called out and dispersed my power, I didn't think he had actually detected that thing, so he must also be a person of profound Taoism.
"If I didn't know about that thing, how could I have rushed over to save you and how could you be here?" As Mr. San Wu spoke, he sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at me and said, "Now, you can tell me in detail about what happened that night, can't you? Speaking of which, when I arrived on the scene that night, it seemed like it was all over, and I was just doing a job of cleaning up the mess."