The warrior suddenly looked up, but his anger was cut off when it touched the other party's gaze. The silent young man was looking at him coldly, without a trace of expression in his eyes. His clearly stubborn hand was pressed on the hilt of the knife, and the huge force made the warrior unable to pull out the dagger twice in a row.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

"This is mine! Take your hand away!" The young man's voice was extremely low.

The warrior hesitated for a while, and his fierce eyes slowly regained their eyes. Finally, he snorted heavily and dragged the half of the sheep away.

The warriors gathered around several other bonfires to start grilling meat. No one approached the young man. The young man sat silently and continued to grill the fire.

"He was injured." Yang Bai said in Li Changwen's ear.

"How did you see it?" Li Changwen was very curious.

"He used the left hand to seize the sword with the warrior just now, but judging from his walking posture, his right hand is the usual hand. His right arm cannot be clamped, so he must have been injured."

"Come on! You can tell which hand you are used to when walking?" Li Changwen didn't believe it.

"Looking at the walking posture of a woman, I can still tell whether she has given birth to a child." Yang Bai said.

The young man held the handle of the long dagger and slowly pulled it out. A soft green light was held in his palm. The dagger was covered with cold and coldness in the fire, as if a layer of dew was condensed.

"It's actually a 'fine steel' casting! There are not many famous blades like this in the big city, but they are not as good as those of these bandits who are occupying the mountains." Yang Bai exclaimed.

"Brother, are you tired if you look so knowledgeable?" Li Changwen hummed.

"I used to do odd jobs in a pawn shop. The boss saw that I was smart and good at learning, so I was good at identifying weapons and jade." Yang Bai said.

The young man slowly uncovered the breastplate on his right side, and the cloth below was indeed penetrated by blood. He uncovered the fabric stuck to the wound, and his face twitched slightly.

A wound about an inch long seemed to be left by a sharp weapon, and it was so dark that it was unknown how deep it was.

"I guessed it right for you!" said Li Changwen.

"I also knew there was an arrow in that wound." Yang Bai said.

"That's strange! If you get an arrow there, wouldn't you shoot all your lungs?"

The young man roasted the long dagger on the flame. When he faced the flame, Li Changwen noticed that his pupils were so dark that there was no trace of color, like a deep well without any bottom.

The young man suddenly pulled back the long dagger and pressed it on his wound, paused a little, and cut it straight in!

Li Changwen was so scared that he was so angry that he had seen someone who was cruel to others, but never to him, and was injured in a fatal place like his chest, and even put a dagger in it?

The cold sweat as big as beans on his forehead rolled down, and the young man cut it very slowly and steadily. The blood quickly soaked his loincloth. He opened the bloody cracks, stuck in with the fingertips of his other hand, pulled out something, and threw it into the bonfire without looking. The thing hit the wood, with a muffled low sound.

A copper-green arrow with snake-like barbs on both sides.

"It's cruel enough, it's such a desperate person!" Yang Bai whispered.

"Worry, you're the old man of Zuo Jun, how could he be a desperate person? You're not going to die?" Li Changwen wanted to block Yang Bai's mouth that was always inappropriate.

"What's wrong with the outlaws? The outlaws are a word of appreciation for me." Yang Bai casually.

I don’t know if I heard it, but the young man didn’t care at all that the two of them were muttering not far behind him. He squeezed the wound hard, squeezed out the black residual blood, and his whole face was gone. Then he bit open a jar of wine plug and poured the liquor on the wound.

Li Changwen shivered all over and his tongue was spitting out, "How painful does this hurt?"

When Li Changwen was a child, his fingers were cut into a hole, and his father used cotton to dip some rice wine to wipe him. As a result, Li Changwen was so painful that he was so angry that he clenched his fingers and jumped into the room with half a stick of incense.

The young man shivered hard and his face twitched, but he forced himself to hold it down. The wine flowed down his wound and was stained with a thin layer of blood.

He seemed to fall down at any time, but none of the warriors came to see him. They were all busy with their own affairs, and occasionally they were cold-eyed.

The young man once again put the dagger into the bonfire and burned it for a long time.

"It's useless," Yang Bai suddenly stood up and said loudly, "The arrow you took out has copper rust on it. If the wound is not properly treated, it will cause septic blood. It's spring now, and the symptoms of septic blood will be out of salvage."

The young man turned his head and looked at Yang Bai and Li Changwen. It was unbelievable. Under such pain, his dark eyes were still cold. The two looked at each other for a while, and the young man turned his head back.

"I know, so I have to deal with the wound. I don't want to die here yet." He whispered, continuing to burn the dagger.

"It's not easy to live, but it's not that easy to die." Yang Bai stood up.

"Borrowed." He photographed the warrior who blocked his way.

The warrior was about to get angry, but was surprised to see a person like a nobleman in white clothes, and was stunned for a moment. Yang Bai had already flashed past all the warriors like a falling beam in the forest, standing by the bonfire, facing the young man.

Yang Bai squatted down to check the young man's injuries. The young man also stopped and let him watch. The two met for the first time, but they had a strange tacit understanding.

"The injury is not serious, I'm afraid of septicism. If you don't use medicine, the wound must be treated." Yang Bai looked up at the young man, "Look at that arrow, it's only a veteran who can use it, but you're lucky, the wound is not deep."

"His arrow is very powerful, but I grabbed his arrow." The young man spread his palms, and a shocking blood mark on his palms, all his skin was worn out, which showed the ferocity of the arrow.

"Wow! It's really a strong arrow. Do you dare to take his arrows like this?"

"I heard that no one dared to shoot against him in this field. I tried it, but his arrow was faster than mine." The young man said lightly.

Li Changwen walked over to watch the fun. He heard that someone's archery skills were even higher than this one, so he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

"If you don't die, you will make a profit. If you don't die, you will be shot through your lungs." Yang Bai stood up and shouted at the warriors, "My uncles, who will carry the medicine with you?"

The warriors looked here coldly and turned their heads away.

Che Yue came over when he heard the sound, glanced at the young man's wound, and frowned, "He was so seriously injured!"

"The copper poison can cause septic blood, and the wound must be treated immediately, otherwise it will ulcerate within a few days," said Yang Bai. "It's good if some dry mugwort and musk."

"Who brings dry mugwort and musk?" Che Yue said loudly, "Take it out!"

"We all bring some of these medicines in business." Master Yan brought the medicine box to him.
Chapter completed!