Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

Chu Xiaomu was beaten so badly that he was almost half dead. After being thrown into a cage cart by Jin Lier's two followers, he was unable to move.

Yang Huai and the other two hurriedly picked up his clothes and hastily put them under him to make him feel a little more comfortable. Huai Xiaomeng's rough hands and feet touched the wound on Chu Xiaomu's back, causing him to scream in pain. Yang Huai and the other two were at a loss.

After all the slaves had eaten the porridge and vegetable soup, they were driven by the warriors into the cage cart and locked again.

The cage cart was already narrow, and Chu Xiaomu was lying face down inside, feeling even more cramped and unable to stretch out.

Yang Huai and the other two were so anxious that they didn't know what to do. Chu Xiaomu forced a smile and said, "It's okay, you won't die."

Yang Dou slapped himself twice and blamed himself, "It's all my fault. Why did I smash that broken bowl for no reason? Isn't this just looking for trouble?!"

Huai Xiaomeng complained, "You've always been a pushover since you were a kid, always looking for fights. This time Mu Tou got in trouble because he blocked it for you."

Chu Xiaomu said weakly: "I'm afraid this beating is inevitable. But there is one good thing about it. Now I don't feel hungry anymore." This made everyone in the cage laugh, thinking that this young man was in the mood to make jokes after being beaten so badly.

Xuanying remained silent and cold, huddled in a corner with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened at all.

Xuan Youzhu said, "I have read a few medical books and have a basic understanding of medical theory. My brother's back has multiple wounds and cracks. You need to find some herbs to stop the bleeding and regenerate the skin. Otherwise, the wounds will fester and my life may be in danger."

Huai Xiaomeng also knew a little about medicine. He nodded and said that Xuan Youzhu was right.

Yang Dou said anxiously: "What should we do? Where can we find medicine in this state?"

Xuan Youzhu said: "Although the young lady is a woman, she is quite reasonable. Tomorrow, please ask her for some medicinal herbs, or let us go to the mountains to find medicine. I think she will not refuse."

Xuanying glanced at everyone, snorted, said coldly, "Bullshit", closed his eyes slightly, and said nothing more.

The old man who refused Chu Xiaomu's gift of robe said, "Being a slave in Jinyang City is more painful than dying. If we die on the road, it will be all over."

Yang Dou shouted, "You are talking nonsense. If you want to die so badly, why didn't you stand up and let them beat you?"

The old man sighed and remained silent.

Xuan Youzhu said, "Even ants try to survive, let alone humans. There is a saying in the book: 'After adversity comes good fortune'. After this beating, my little brother will be successful in everything and be well connected. For example, three days ago I was hungry, without a roof over my head or a foothold; now I have porridge and vegetables to eat and a carriage to travel. Hehe, isn't this the case of 'after adversity comes good fortune'?"

Everyone disagreed, and Yang Douhuai and Xiao Meng kept saying that he was a big boaster.

Chu Xiaomu felt a burning pain in his back and couldn't sleep all night.

Yang Huai and the other man were afraid that he would catch a cold, so they took off their fur coats to cover him. However, when they touched Chu Xiaomu's bruised skin, he couldn't help but scream in pain, so they had to change into a thin shirt to cover him.

The next morning, Jin Li'er, the old man surnamed Chang and others had their meal, then ordered their people to feed the horses. After they had packed up, they moved their tents and continued their journey eastward.

Xuan Youzhu and his companions waited for a long time but Jin Lier did not show up, so they had to beg the accompanying warrior. However, the warrior ignored them completely. He was annoyed by the questions and simply drew his sword and pretended to chop, cursing: "If you bother your uncle again, I will chop him to death with one blow!" Everyone was so scared that they dared not say a word.

Huai Xiaomeng has never been willing to admit defeat to anyone, but at this time he had to control his temper.

The carriage was bumpy as it climbed over mountains and crossed ridges, through ditches and streams, and slowly headed east along the Yangshui River.

The snow became thicker as we went higher up, and the horses slipped every three steps and moved extremely slowly.

The slaves had only a bowl of porridge to eat every day. They were so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to hold the bowl. No one begged for mercy anymore, and they had to cry secretly behind the warriors' backs.

Yang Dou and Huai Xiaomeng gave half a bowl of their own porridge to Chu Xiaomu, but he couldn't even finish his own bowl, let alone eat more. Later, he vomited after eating a little, and Yang and Huai could only sigh.

When they lifted the clothes covering Chu Xiaomu's back, they saw that the wound on his back had begun to fester and fester. They were extremely anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

They met Jin Lier several times, and everyone in the car begged her to get some medicine to treat Chu Xiaomu's injuries.

Jin Lier looked at the injury on Chu Xiaomu's back and sent someone to get medicine. The man looked around and came back, but said that there was no medicine to treat the injury.

Everyone asked her to allow one person to go to the mountain to collect herbs, but Jin Lier hesitated to answer. Pang Shisan, who was standing not far away, heard it, but refused to allow it, saying that these dog-born slaves wanted to take this opportunity to escape, and there had been precedents of this before.

Jin Lier thought about it and said that they should not delay on the road. Whether this man could be cured or not, it all depended on God's will.

Everyone was so hungry that they were dizzy and had no energy to argue.

Yang Dou and Huai Xiaomeng were also in low spirits, no longer having the sharpness they had a few days ago, so they had no choice but to give up.

Chu Xiaomu seemed to have returned to Baihua Island in a daze. His grandfather opened the door for him and said, "Xiaomu, why are you home so late? There are dry biscuits with honey on the table. Eat them quickly and go to sleep." There was deep love in his reproach.

He was eating sweet dry biscuits, and suddenly he was walking on a path full of flowers and fragrance. He looked up and saw Xiaoying smiling not far away. She waved to him gently and said, "Brother Xiaomu, I came down the cliff to find you. You see, I didn't break my promise..."

Chu Xiaomu was delighted and walked towards her. Xiaoying's figure turned into a group of colorful butterflies, floating around and disappearing. He hurriedly reached out to catch them, but he didn't catch any.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp burning pain on my back, as if someone was burning me with a red-hot copper block. I couldn't help but scream.

I only heard many people around me say in surprise: "He woke up..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I finally woke up..."

"This person is really lucky. He has survived all these days."

"This kind of stone is most effective in treating sores when it is heated and ground into powder..."

Chu Xiaomu opened his eyes and saw pairs of unfamiliar eyes staring at him in the dim firelight, some excited, some surprised, some sympathetic, and some indifferent.

Among them was a pair of eyes that shone coldly like lightning, and he knew that person was Xuan Ying.

These people had a red cloth tied on their heads, covering most of their foreheads. I don’t know what its purpose was.

He tilted his head slightly and saw that he was lying on a simple bed made of several wooden boards and padded with a thin layer of cotton wool. He was shirtless, with disheveled hair, and a red cloth was tied on his forehead at some point.