Feng Fuce held onto Zhi’er’s hand.
Zhi’er kept looking back from ti to ti to check on Qingi.
Fortunately, although Qingi had just been deeply shaken, she was forcing herself to stay strong and closely followed them.
She would not collapse unless she personally found Chu Ping.
Feng Fuce followed the traces of the scattered demons, moving forward all the way.
Qingi exclaid, "So much blood!"
She pointed to the bushes beside them.
Zhi’er and Feng Fuce looked over.
Under the moonlight, the fresh blood on the leaves appeared dark and black.
Almost the entire piece of land was dyed red.
Chu Ping might have stopped here for a mont.
Qingi covered her mouth and cried painfully.
With so much blood, can he really survive?
How badly was Chu Ping injured?
Zhi’er also furrowed her delicate brows, deeply worried.
Feng Fuce’s indifferent words acted like a calming pill.
"He’s not dead, he’s still breathing. But if we arrive late, he might truly be beyond saving."
So, Zhi’er quickly grasped Qingi and followed Feng Fuce, striding swiftly into the depths of the mountains.
During this, Zhi’er continuously looked around.
If she saw any Soul Hookers from hell, she could stop them imdiately.
Fortunately, they quickly found Chu Ping.
As they erged from the forest, they saw a small stream in the distance.
A bloody figure lay in the water, motionless.
His boots were the only thing not damaged.
Recognizing the white jade embedded at the back of the boots, Qingi imdiately identified him.
This was the pair of shoes Chu Ping had persistently asked her to make.
"Chu Ping!" she sprinted over.
Feng Fuce and Zhi’er reached the nearby area, Qingi had already turned Chu Ping over, holding him in her arms.
Chu Ping was so badly injured that even Zhi’er couldn’t help but gasp.
His clothes were almost completely burned, it was unclear how he managed to break through such an inferno.
Feng Fuce had taught him survival skills, but what was Chu Ping’s mindset when he was determined to carve a path out of a desperate situation?
He had lain in the stream for so long, the fire on his body had long been extinguished.
However, there were multiple burns, and his face was bruised from beatings.
Chu Ping leaned against Qingi, with blood still streaming from his forehead.
Qingi’s tears flowed like rain: "Chu Ping, wake up, Chu Ping!"
Feng Fuce bent down, placing his hand on Chu Ping’s neck to check his pulse.
Frowning slightly, he said to Qingi, "You should take him by carriage down the mountain to find a doctor."
He was about to help transfer Chu Ping, as Qingi couldn’t carry him on her own.
Unexpectedly, Qingi hoisted Chu Ping onto her back.
She carried Chu Ping, walking rapidly.
Zhi’er was surprised, "Sister Qingi, maybe Brother Ce should help you."
Without turning her head, Qingi ran towards the carriage.
She said, "It’s fine! I used to carry pigs and catch calves in the Imperial Kitchen, now to save Chu Ping’s life, I’ll only go faster, not slower!"
Feng Fuce held Zhi’er’s hand: "Let her go. You and I should pursue the group who took Guoguo."
Zhi’er nodded heavily.
In her dark, watery eyes, there was a determined sparkle of rage.
"Those people were so ruthless to Chu Ping, we won’t let them just get away!"
Watching Qingi take Chu Ping, under the escort of two Asura Envoys, rapidly descending the mountain by carriage.
Feng Fuce wrapped his arm around Zhi’er’s waist.
He bowed his head and asked, "Shall we travel a bit faster like this?"
At this point, Zhi’er didn’t care about anything between n and won.
Her focus was on capturing the villains who hard Chu Ping!
So she nodded vigorously: "Let’s go!"
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