An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Why is there no one?"

The masked, black-clad leader lowered his voice, a tone that seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of coldness and doubt. He raised the long sword in his hand slightly, the blade still stained with fresh blood, casting a sinister light in the dim cave.

"The quilt is soaked with blood. How much blood can a person have? There's no way he's alive!"

Another man in black crouched down and used the tip of his knife to lift the blood-soaked quilt from the floor. The cotton wool had become heavy with blood, revealing a dark brown stain of lingering blood. The entire cave was a mess, as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast. He reached out and rubbed it, his fingertips immediately covered in sticky blood scabs. The fishy smell hit him, making him frown.

"It's such a mess. The smell of blood must have attracted the wild beasts."

Outside the cave, the wind howled, and the growls of wild beasts could be heard faintly in the distance. They gripped their swords tightly and scanned the dark corners vigilantly, fearing that something might suddenly pounce out.

"It's a pity that we can't bring his head to claim the reward."

A thin man in black kicked the bloody quilt on the ground, his tone filled with resentment. They had spent so much effort chasing him, but now they couldn't even find his body. If they could bring back Xu Zize's head, they would at least get a reward of a thousand gold coins, but now...

"Definitely dead. Retreat!"

The leading man in black remained silent for a moment before finally reaching a conclusion. With a wave of his hand, he decided to return and report. Although he hadn't brought back the head, the amount of blood loss, coupled with the signs of the beast, meant Xu Zize had no chance of survival.

The men in black looked at each other, then turned and left, their figures quickly disappearing into the night outside the cave.

……

Under the guidance of the large black frame, Jing Chunxi nervously performed suture surgery on Xu Zize.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead and trickled down her cheeks. The silver suture needle seemed strange in her hands, its tip gleaming coldly under the light. Every time it pierced Xu Zize's flesh, her heart trembled violently.

"Yes, that's it, keep steady..."

The mechanical voice in the large black frame guided her calmly, but she could still hear her own rapid breathing, as if she would collapse at any moment.

Xu Zize's wound was deep, running diagonally from his right abdomen to his left waist. The flesh was tucked away, and his pale ribs were faintly visible. She bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm as she stitched the wound back together stitch by stitch. However, her needlework skills were not great, and her hands were shaking violently. The resulting wound was crooked and twisted, like a ferocious centipede, nearly a foot long, entwined in his abdomen.

"Sorry……"

She murmured softly, her eyes burning, but she didn't dare let the tears fall for fear of blurring her vision.

Then, following the prompt from the big black box, she replaced Xu Zize's blood with a third bag.

The bag of scarlet liquid hung on a metal rack, flowing slowly into Xu Zize's veins through a transparent hose. His face was pale, almost transparent, his lips were chapped, and only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Bai Du Ling, I have to feed it again. With trembling hands, she pried open his mouth and poured the potion into it. His Adam's apple rolled slightly as he swallowed the medicine, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

Finally, after confirming his vital signs were stable, Jing Chunxi could no longer hold on. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Her white coat was still stained with blood, her hair was messy and stuck to her face, and she looked completely exhausted.

……

Xu Zize slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw before him was a dazzling white.

He blinked his sore eyes, and his vision gradually focused - this was an enclosed room with pure white walls. The ceiling and walls were shining with a cold white light, even the pillows and mattress were white, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of medicine that he had never smelled before.

"Is this... the underworld..."

His cracked lips trembled slightly, and a hoarse whisper escaped his throat. Memories from before he lost consciousness came flooding back: the excruciating pain of the poisoned iron sword sweeping across his abdomen, the sticky feel of warm blood soaking through his robes, and Jing Chunxi's heartbreaking cries...

"drop--"

A sudden, long mechanical whistle startled him. He then noticed a glass-like, transparent pouch dangling above his head, a swirl of crimson liquid flowing slowly through a snakeskin-like hose. The liquid glowed strangely under the fluorescent light, like... blood?

Xu Zize's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously tried to stand up, but this affected the wound on his abdomen, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Well……"

He groaned, reaching for his abdomen. The wound he'd expected to be lacerated was actually tightly wrapped in layers of snow-white gauze. The fabric his fingertips touched was incredibly soft, unlike any cotton, linen, or silk he'd ever seen.

What was even more strange was that, although the wound should have been serious, there was only a dull pain at this moment, and a cool medicinal fragrance was seeping out from the gauze.

Suddenly, he heard the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against his side, and felt the warmth of his arm. Xu Zize turned his head slightly.

The girl's long, crow-feather eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, and her lips, once as rosy as pearls, were now wrinkled from lack of moisture. The warm breeze from her breath brushed against his bare arms, and there were stains of clotted blood on his collar.

"Xi'er..." It was really his Xi'er!

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but froze when he was about to touch her cheek. Seeing her sleepy and beautiful face, he couldn't bear to touch her. He didn't want her to wake up so soon.

But the memory of the last tearful oath suddenly rang in my ears:

"We die together, we live together!"

At that time, Jing Chunxi's hot tears kept falling to the ground. Her frail body supported him and she kept running until he could hardly walk, and she kept pulling him hard without any hesitation, just to create a way for him to survive.

He vaguely heard a strange loud "boom" sound coming from outside, and a dazzling white light streaked across the sky, illuminating Jing Chunxi's pale face.

He didn't know where he was, but he felt like there was thunder and rain outside.