"I thought you were smart."
At the entrance of the woods, the man not too far in front of him had his back turned toward her. He was dressed all in black. If not for the smell of fresh blood on him, there was no way she would have realized he was seriously injured.
You know medical arts. This was a statement of fact.
The man turned around. His face was sickly pale, the corners of his mouth tinged with a slight crimson. His pure black eyes showed no signs of life.
Mu Lin's lips curled up a little, "Not know, but master. After all, this is how I make my living."
"Help me treat my wounds, and I'll agree to any requests you have." The herbal medicine she had just given him was very effective in stopping the bleeding. It was clear to him that if he did not get treated, he wouldn't be able to leave this area, let alone evade his pursuers.
If he came across those people again, he wasn't sure he'd be able to escape from them.
