When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

Zhou Yuanliang's face turned haggard with fear, and he desperately pulled back, trying to break free from the hand.

No matter what.

No matter how hard he tried, the hand that emerged from the weeds still held his ankle tightly and refused to let go, as if the hand was growing on his ankle.

In panic and fear, with no weapon at hand, Zhou Yuanliang had to use his lame left leg to kick the hand hard.

Although it was afraid and its left leg had been disabled for many years and it couldn't use its full strength, after a few kicks, the ghost hand was obviously in pain and showed signs of retreating.

Seeing that the ghost's hand was kicked so hard that it kept shrinking, Zhou Yuanliang kicked even harder.

After a few kicks, the ghost hand was kicked so hard that it retracted its hand repeatedly and even stretched out its other hand to resist.

Zhou Yuanliang was already extremely scared, and when he saw there was another ghost hand, driven by his survival instinct, his eyes widened, he screamed again, and kicked even harder.

A palm print made of a mixture of blood and mud was clearly visible on the socks at Zhou Yuanliang's ankles.

"Stop... stop, stop kicking, it's me, it's me..."

Zhou Yuanliang was already frightened out of his wits, and he was even more terrified to find that the ghost in the bushes could actually talk. Now that his feet were under his control, he used both feet.

After kicking a few more times and preparing to get up and escape, Zhou Yuanliang suddenly felt that the weak voice seemed familiar.

After swallowing his saliva, Zhou Yuanliang mustered up his courage and turned back to look into the bushes. At this moment, the people walking in front of him also turned back.

Zhou Yuanliang pushed aside the weeds and saw a person hiding in the grass.

As if afraid of being kicked again, the man in the bushes protected his head with his arms and lay on the ground shivering. His arms were covered with dirt from his shoes, and a lot of cockleburs were hanging on the soles of his shoes.

Even so, the look of fear on Zhou Yuanliang's face did not diminish, but instead intensified.

After taking a few glances at the man's clothes, Zhou Yuanliang seemed to recognize who he was and called out tentatively, "Brother Yuan...Brother Yuan, is it...Brother Feng Yuan?"

The man hiding in the bushes nodded, and after making sure that no one would kick him again, he removed his arms from around his head, revealing his pale face.

After seeing Feng Yuan's ghostly pale face, Zhou Yuanliang was still shocked and couldn't control himself. After confirming that the man was still breathing, he gradually felt relieved, and then he was filled with guilt.

Hearing Zhou Yuanliang calling this man Feng Yuan, Deng Yang hurried over to help. He helped Zhou Yuanliang lift Feng Yuan up and let him lean against a big tree nearby.

After seeing this person's face, the others finally knew who was lying in the grass.

He was the missing boatman who had gone down the well with Qiao Ying and had a mental breakdown after coming out of the well and took his anger out on her.

After the snakes came out of the cave that night, their whereabouts were unknown. Everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect him to appear here.

Feng Yuan's body was covered in dirt, and his clothes were tattered. There were many scratches all over his body, and the dirt was almost all concentrated in front of his body.

It was obvious that he had been crawling on the ground for a long time before.

After helping Feng Yuan out of the bushes and seeing that his left calf was missing and the bandaged wound was still bleeding, Zhou Yuanliang's face became even more guilty. He said with worry and fear in his eyes, "Brother Yuan, why are you here? Your leg..."

"my leg……"

Feng Yuan looked at his broken leg, his eyes full of regret, but he was lucky to be alive. Then he looked at Zhou Yuanliang weakly, shook his head and explained weakly: "I... I don't know, I just remember... after I encountered the snake that night, I kept running and running, but I was still bitten by the snake following behind. After being bitten, I crawled on the ground for a distance and then passed out. When... when I woke up, I was... here, and then I... saw you..."

Upon hearing that Feng Yuan's leg was injured, Qingchuan immediately came to Feng Yuan and checked the affected area for him.

Although there are no conditions for treatment here, I am worried that Feng Yuan’s injuries may become infected and endanger his life, so I can’t care less.

"Just bear with it."

After greeting Feng Yuan, Qingchuan carefully and attentively uncovered his bandaged wound. The wound was connected to the skin and flesh. Feng Yuan groaned in pain due to the unbearable pain and almost fainted.

The blood-stained cloth was removed, revealing the festering flesh underneath.

The bloody wounds were so horrific that Zhou Yuanliang and Deng Yang couldn't bear to look at them. Their facial features twisted together uncontrollably and they looked away.

Unlike Deng Yang and Zhou Yuanliang whose facial features were twisted, Qingchuan's frown relaxed after seeing Feng Yuan's injuries.

There were signs of burns on Feng Yuan's injured area.

Qingchuan opened his medicine box, took out the hemostatic drugs and clean cloth, and bandaged Feng Yuan's wound again. He said slowly: "His wound was burned to stop the bleeding. Due to timely treatment, the injury has been controlled and his life is not in danger."

Knowing that he had saved his life, Feng Yuan said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."

Looking at the bandage cloth beside him, Qingchuan pondered for a moment, then looked at Feng Yuan and asked, "The person who can think of this method should know some medical skills. Do you still remember who helped you treat the wound?"

Hearing this, Feng Yuan tried very hard and thought seriously for a long time. Judging from his expression, he really wanted to remember it, but in the end he shook his head and said, "I don't remember, but... I remember that when I was unconscious, I seemed to smell a hint of sweet scent."

"A sweet smell?"

"Yes, but I don't know anything else. I woke up here."

Given Feng Yuan’s condition, it is impossible for him to come here by himself. Someone must have brought him here, but who could have moved Feng Yuan here?

Where does the sweet smell come from?

After bandaging Feng Yuan's wound, everyone paused for a moment and continued walking towards the cliff.

Feng Yuan's left calf was broken and the injury was serious and he couldn't walk. Liu Yunhe said that he was strong and offered to carry Feng Yuan on his back.

After walking along the forest for less than two incense sticks of time, the group finally arrived at the foot of the cliff. The cliff walls were covered with dense vines.

There is a lake not far from the cliff. A short distance north of the lake is the exit of the tomb.

About ten meters away from the earth wall, Guan Ziheng's burnt body was emitting a burnt smell.

The body was lying face up, all the clothes on the body had been burned, the entire body was burned into charcoal, and it emitted a burnt smell.

Due to falling from a high altitude, his body was shattered into pieces, and it was difficult to see his original appearance.

Not far from the corpse, a white porcelain bottle shattered into several pieces like the corpse, and the ointment inside splashed everywhere.