The smell of blood.
Such a strong smell of blood.
Her cheap brother's scratches didn't have such a strong smell.
She must have thought wrong.
She naturally assumed that the source of the sound and the smell of blood were from the same person.
Now it seems...
"Stay here and don't run around."
Jiang Xiaoya came to her senses, and Xiaomiao had disappeared into the forest.
"Oh..."
The tears that Jiang Xiaoya had just stopped began to fall uncontrollably.
She covered her mouth and sobbed.
"Xiaomiao..."
Was she going to be left behind?
Following the wind, Lu Jingzhi finally found the source of the strong smell of blood.
There were wildly growing bushes here.
It was the figure of a young man lying on the ground.
Dressed in moon-white clothes.
Completely out of place among the deep forest and vegetation.
As Lu Jingzhi crouched down and skillfully examined the wound, she asked, "Can you hear me speaking?"
There was no response.
He must be unconscious.
