Fire, flickering firelight, the girl sitting in front of the old fireplace patiently pounding herbs, the heat wave dried the blood on her face.

Behind her, on the low bed, slept a slovenly man. He was unkempt, covered in wounds, and his shabby clothes were stained with blood. She didn't know whether they belonged to him or someone else.

The girl turned around and reached into the metal lunch box to grab some mashed herbs. She thought that without him, it would be difficult to escape from the homeless man today.

This man appeared suddenly. No one knew how he appeared. He was wounded all over his body. He killed two wanderers with thunderous means, and the others fled in a hurry.

He was seriously injured, and after he spoke his first words, he sprayed blood all over her.

By the way, he was holding a pen covered in blood in his hand. He was holding it tightly and couldn't take it out no matter what.

"Such an injury..."

The girl frowned, and the firelight shook her reflection gently. She did not hesitate, knelt down beside the low bed, and wiped his face with hot snow water. The blood stains quickly stained the cloth used as a towel red.

Just when she was about to change a basin of warm water, the man woke up, struggled and grabbed her clothes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't go back, you can't go back!"

"I won't go back, don't be afraid, let me deal with your wounds first."

The girl temporarily left the dilapidated house, leaving only the man gasping for breath. He raised his right hand with difficulty, holding a pen in his numb palm.

"Soul Salvation·Memory Pen, Eagle, Wolf, Bear, Deer, is she the deer I'm looking for? Deer represents salvation, so, she is salvation, whose salvation?"

The bloodstains, the items left in the snow, the missing decorations, and the tattered fruit baskets.

Everyone would think she was dead.

Oh, this is fooling fate...
Chapter completed!