A few days passed.
As the carriage arrived at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, the coachman suddenly cried out, "Oh no, why is there someone lying there?"
Shen Qiu Yang lifted the curtain of the carriage and at first glance, she saw the man with whom she had crossed paths twice before, lying unconscious on the ground. There were two bloody holes on the man's ankle, oozing purple-black blood, and in his hands, he clenched a venomous snake that he had already strangled to death.
One man and one snake, one barely clinging to life, the other already long dead.
Su Lang was a youth with a contrarian temperament, changeable as the weather, unpredictable in joy and anger, but at that moment, he made a decisive leap from the carriage. "Come on, let's see if he can still be saved!"
Shen Qiu Yang also got down, glancing strangely at Su Lang. Maybe Su Lang's compassion was a bit unexpected for her? But she wholeheartedly supported this act.
