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Ye Xiaohan had seen many corpses.
Aside from the educational materials used in medical school, most of them were seen in hospitals.
She had grown accustomed to the sight of those who were gravely ill and beyond treatment, victims of various disasters.
However, she had only ever seen corpses; she had never witnessed a living crime scene.
Such a shock was not something one could easily accept. How could an ordinary person with a normal worldview possibly think that murder was something one could casually commit?
Yet this boy seemed even calmer while killing than he usually was, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Ye Xiaohan felt an uncontrollable chill run through her, even though it was the height of summer.
“Do you even realize you are killing someone?”
Her voice trembled, and so did her legs, her hands, and her entire body.
This boy was terrifying; he seemed to lack any emotions. He was like a cold machine, completely devoid of human warmth.
In that moment, Ye Xiaohan couldn't tell whether she felt more fear or more anger.
Faced with her question, the boy remained silent.
Just when Ye Xiaohan thought he wouldn’t respond, he spoke up, his voice cold and metallic as he answered the question.
“They must die. If I don’t kill them, I will be the one who dies, along with you.”
The boy's response made Ye Xiaohan shudder, suddenly realizing that this world was no longer the lawful society she once knew.
In this place, due to the absence of a powerful state apparatus and a sound legal system, and most importantly, because of the different social structure, bloody violent incidents were rampant in this feudal society.
And she found herself caught in the midst of it all, utterly powerless.
The ruthlessness of the Black-Clad Masked Figures had already been witnessed by Ye Xiaohan; they showed no mercy towards the boy. Indeed, had circumstances not changed and had Ye Xiaohan not intervened, the boy might have already fallen into their hands.
Falling into their hands would likely lead to only two outcomes: death or a fate worse than death.
Given the methods employed by the Black-Clad Masked Figures in tracking the boy, it was not impossible that after capturing him, they would search the surrounding area as well.
At that point, Ye Xiaohan would be unable to escape her own fate.
Ye Xiaohan fell silent; she did not yet understand this world.
Whether it was Liu Susu hiring someone to kill or the Black-Clad Masked Figures hunting down the boy, or even the boy's willingness to kill without hesitation, none of it fell within her realm of understanding.
As a model citizen of the new century, Ye Xiaohan was a contemporary role model—helping elderly women cross the street, assisting lost friends in finding their parents, performing good deeds daily—she was like a modern-day Lei Feng hidden within everyday life.
In her mind, there was simply no such thing as murder.
Yet now, a cold corpse lay before her eyes, and the murderer stood in front of her, drenched in blood.
"And what about you now? Do you want to kill me too?"
Ye Xiaohan quietly stepped on a branch lying on the ground; if the boy came to kill her, she would at least put up a fight. Surrendering without resistance was not her style.
The boy did not answer. His figure swayed slightly, and Ye Xiaohan immediately tensed her body.
However, the boy did not come over to kill Ye Xiaohan; after shaking for a moment, he collapsed to the ground.
"Ah! He's fainted from blood loss!"
Ye Xiaohan quickly realized that the boy, after sustaining serious injuries and losing a lot of blood, had pushed himself to finish what he thought was necessary and had reached his limit.
She approached a little closer and picked up a stick to poke the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, are you really unconscious?"
Could it be that he was trying to trick her into coming closer so he could kill her too?
After confirming several times that the boy had indeed fainted, Ye Xiaohan let out a sigh of relief, though her heart felt confused.
What should she do now? There were piles of corpses around, and here was a half-dead boy, with only her still standing.
Ye Xiaohan looked at the boy with a complex expression. This person was a genuine murderer and had great aggression. Deep down, she did not want to save him.
First, she held a strong aversion to those who did not cherish life. Second, she could not be sure whether this boy would turn out to be like the snake in the fable of the Farmer and the Viper—after she saved him, would he bite her back?
Should she just walk away?
Ye Xiaohan secretly told herself that the boy had saved her from thugs earlier, and now she had saved him from the Black-Clad Masked Figures. She had already repaid her debt of gratitude.
After this, they could go their separate ways and have nothing to do with each other. As for who was right or wrong between the boy and the Black-Clad Masked Figures, it was not for her to judge as an outsider. Let them fend for themselves; she would no longer concern herself with their affairs.
Rationality told Ye Xiaohan not to get involved; otherwise, it might bring more trouble. If she encountered more situations like this one, she didn't know if she would end up with psychological scars.
Yet, Ye Xiaohan hesitated and found it hard to move her feet. She had self-studied medicine and later made it her lifelong profession because she loved snatching patients back from the clutches of death on the operating table amidst crises.
The sense of honor and pride had deeply permeated her life, gradually transforming into her mission.
It was quite difficult for her to stand by and watch a life fade away without intervening.
The boy on the ground groaned softly, his voice low; even in his dazed state, he couldn't muster the strength to cry out in pain.
Ye Xiaohan sighed. Forget it; she would save him first. After all, saving lives was a doctor's duty. As for what happened to him afterward, that was no longer her concern. If he truly was a wicked person, the officials responsible for capturing criminals would take care of him.
Ye Xiaohan stepped forward to assess the situation. The biggest issue was still blood loss; what she needed to do now was gather herbs to stop the bleeding.
The night was too dark for Ye Xiaohan to see the surrounding vegetation clearly, so she could only feel her way through, touching each plant until she found something similar, plucking a few leaves to taste and confirm their properties.
Fortunately, the forest was dense with vegetation, and there were plenty of herbs available. Blood-stopping herbs were relatively common, and before long, she had gathered quite a bit.
However, the boy had too many wounds; the amount she collected wasn't enough. After gathering once, she crushed all the herbs and applied them to his wounds. Finally, after much effort, she managed to stop the bleeding.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Ye Xiaohan reflected on how eventful this night had been—more dramatic than any soap opera could dare portray.
"Yang must have realized I'm missing by now; I just wonder when they will find this place," Ye Xiaohan pouted. In critical moments like this, she still had to rely on herself while dragging along a burden.
Honestly, what use were these men!
With no backup, Ye Xiaohan had to solve everything on her own.
First, she needed to find a safe place to spend the night.
The mountain forest at night could harbor wild beasts, and given their current state—one injured and one incapacitated—they probably wouldn't even be able to fend off wild monkeys.
Resigned, she dragged the boy up from the ground and hoisted him over her shoulder.
"I can't believe someone so thin could be this heavy! Are you made of heavy metal?" Ye Xiaohan grumbled through clenched teeth, but the one she was complaining about remained in a daze, offering no response.
Ye Xiaohan had no expectation for him to reply; in fact, this situation suited her just fine. If the boy were awake at this moment, she wasn't sure if her choices would change.
In the pitch-black night where she could barely see her hand in front of her face, a woman muttered to herself as she dragged a silent boy, resembling a lifeless body, slowly through the forest.
This bizarre scene continued for quite some time until Ye Xiaohan stumbled upon what seemed to be a cave where she could take refuge.
Meanwhile, in the general's mansion, shadows flickered in the study, casting distorted shapes that intertwined and swayed across the room.
In addition to Gu Bei, there were several unfamiliar faces that Gu Yang had never seen before. However, from their demeanor, it was clear they were all subordinates of Gu Bei.
"Is everything ready?" Gu Bei's voice carried an unprecedented chill, colder than the biting winds of winter.
Gu Da and several other subordinates replied in unison, "Ready to go, just waiting for your command, General!"
"Good. Let's move out immediately!"
Gu Bei said coldly, a glint of frost flashing in his eyes.
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