The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 334
But it was that ordinary ring that gave off a faint light when the old man and the girl were still missing.

He was sure that the ring was a magic weapon!
It's just that I don't know what else the ring can do besides transforming the living.
However, before he could figure out what other uses the ring had, Jun Moli raised his legs and walked towards the mountain path, heading towards Cangshan Mountain.

Looking at her back, Mo Jinwen did not catch up.

He offered to send them back to Cangshan with a magic weapon but was rejected, and there was absolutely no reason to follow him.

As Jun Moli left, the crowd gradually dispersed.

After the disciples of Cloud Shadow Sect arranged accommodation for them, they started to go about their business.

As soon as Jun Moli returned to Cangshan Mountain, he immediately returned to the land of dragon veins.

"Master, how is he?"

"Don't worry, this kid is dead, and his condition has stabilized." Standing up, the old man took a piece of brocade from his arms and wiped off the blood on his hands: "It's too humid here, it's not suitable for healing, let's go out first .”

"Ah."

In response, Jun Moli led them back to Zhuo Hao's room, and carefully laid him flat on the bed.

The old man left the room and went to wash his hands in the ditch next to the yard, leaving only Jun Moli and Bai Lan in the room.

Looking at Zhuo Hao lying unconscious on the bed, although Bai Lan knew in her heart that he was fine, she still frowned nervously.

"He just went down the mountain. How could he be injured like this? What happened?"

"These questions can only be known when he wakes up."

"En." Nodding heavily, Bai Lan turned to look at Jun Moli: "Goddess, go back and rest first, as long as I'm here to guard."

"Okay, I'll replace you tonight."

Cloud Shadow Sect was built on the top of the mountain, surrounded by mist.

Today is the birthday of Yunying Sect Master Pei Yunqing. It should be a joyful day, but the Cangshan Mountain is suppressed by a layer of depression, which makes people feel a little breathless.

The clouds in the sky moved quickly, from noon to dusk, and then into the night, Bai Lan stayed by Zhuo Hao's side every step of the way.

Jun Moli also didn't rest, and has been learning the most common medical skills from the old man to prevent Zhuo Hao from suddenly having a high fever at night.

That night.

Jun Moli came to Zhuo Hao's room, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Bai Lan leaning on the bed and dozing off.

Her face became paler, probably because she was tired from taking care of Zhuo Hao.

"I'll take care of it here, you go to rest."

Coming to Bai Lan's side, Jun Moli raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder.

Feeling the touch on her shoulder, Bai Lan slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her sleep.

"Goddess, I'm not tired, you go and rest."

"You're so tired, you can't take care of him overnight. What's more, he may have a high fever at night. With your current state, it's impossible to handle it."

Hearing this, Bai Lan felt reasonable, and nodded slightly: "Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lan stood up slowly, turned and left the room.

It was very quiet at night, Jun Moli was alone in front of Zhuo Hao's bed, not daring to leave a single step.

Master said that seriously injured people are prone to infection and may develop high fever at night.

If it is not handled properly, it will cause a high fever that will not subside. If it is serious, it will kill the injured person, and if it is light, it will burn the head and become a fool from then on.

No matter what kind of consequences it is, Jun Moli doesn't want to see it.

(End of this chapter)