The mud on Xu Shulou's clothes had been washed clean.
Rainwater ran over the wound, the medicinal powder washed off, and blood fell to the ground along with it.
The sudden pain was no less than having the flesh of the wound torn off.
He wasn't the only one in pain.
Ying Que was no better off than him.
Puddles of rainwater formed on the ground, and everyone's brows and eyes were downcast. Behind them lay the ruined temple, exuding the smell of decay. They looked like a flock of homeless quails.
Taking shelter from the rain was impossible now.
"Let's go. We'll find a place to stay. I saw a village nearby when I came." Lu Jingzhi was a woman of action. She said it and then moved to carry Xu Shulou.
Her feeble rejection was ignored, and rainwater dropped into her open mouth.
Xu Shulou had not felt so desperate in a long time.
With the last ounce of his strength, he shouted, "Did you inform..." his bodyguards?
