Looking from the dagger in her hand to the gushing wound on the back of Zuo Qingxian's head, Feng Wu gradually could think as usual again.
After giving Feng Wu a final malicious look, Zuo Qingxian fell to the ground with a thump.
He closed his eyes for good.
"Xiao Wu —" Duan Chaoge tried to crawl toward Feng Wu.
Feng Wu stumbled toward Chaoge, took a pill out of her pocket, and stuffed it into Chaoge's mouth.
Chaoge had been barely breathing before this, but the coagulant improved her condition a little.
Phew —
Relieved, Feng Wu felt like a broken wagon and couldn't even sit up.
Her bones hurt, her muscles hurt, and her head hurt the most.
She touched her forehead, and tears filled her eyes when she found the size of the wound.
"Ssss —" She drew in a pained breath.
She was so badly wounded that if she didn't take care of her wound quickly enough, the damage would be permanent.
