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Zhou Wu looked calmly at Zhang Fan, who was lying on the ground, but he was having a fierce internal struggle.

This situation was practically a godsend. In the wilderness, with no one around and Zhang Fan paralyzed, it would be incredibly easy for Zhou Wu to kill him.

However, Zhou Wu eventually gave up. Although Zhang Fan was paralyzed, if Zhou Wu wanted to kill him, he would inevitably encounter resistance and struggle, and at that time, some clues would definitely be left behind.

"Your back is broken now, I can't move you easily."

In fact, this was entirely Zhou Wu's malicious revenge. Zhang Fan was now crawling face down in an extremely strange and uncomfortable position.

Zhang Fan knew Zhou Wu was doing it on purpose, but now he was at Zhou Wu's mercy, what could he do?

Leaving Zhang Fan aside, Zhou Wu began to examine the pit by the light of the fire.

The pit was about the size of a room, with no place to grab onto. Scattered around were animal bones, presumably those of animals that had fallen in earlier, unable to escape and dying there.

Zhou Wu circled around for a while but couldn't find a way to escape for three days. To conserve his energy, he sat down to rest by the fire. Fortunately, there was plenty of wood in the fire, enough to start a fire. You see, the nights in Howling Mountain in autumn can be very cold.

"Luckily, there was still a campfire."

Zhou Wu leaned against the fire, feeling no chill at all, but Zhang Fan in the corner was shivering from the cold.

"Zhou Wu, could you move me to the fire? It's so cold."

"Lord Zhang, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you have a broken back. If I accidentally injure you again while moving you, it would be a terrible sin. You are a martial artist, and I know that this bit of cold energy won't do you any harm."

Zhou Wu's refusal was very clear. Zhang Fan was, after all, a high-ranking official and a man who cared about his reputation, so naturally he wouldn't ask Zhou Wu for help again.

The two remained in this state until the next day.

. . . . . . . .

The fire had died down, and rays of sunlight pierced through the dense woods, reaching the bottom of the pit.

Zhou Wu stretched, having slept very peacefully last night and even had a sweet dream.

Turning to look at Zhang Fan beside him, he saw that Zhang Fan's eyes were closed, his whole body was curled up, and he was twitching from time to time.

"Is this a plague?"

I tiptoed over, reached out and touched the other person's forehead; sure enough, it was burning hot.

"Hehe, he really did have a high fever."

Zhou Wu decided not to take action against Zhang Fan for now, but if Zhang Fan fell ill, then it would be none of his business.

Last night it was freezing cold, and Zhou Wu deliberately lit a fire far away from Zhang Fan, and sure enough, the other man developed a fever.

"So this is all martial arts practitioners are capable of? Humph."

That said, we still need to find a way to get out.

With better visibility during the day, Zhou Wu began searching for a way out, but all around him were soft earthen walls, offering no foothold.

"Oh no, are we going to be trapped here and die?"

The good news is that Zhang Fan is paralyzed; the bad news is that both of them are trapped, and there's no way to escape.

"Hmph, if I weren't injured, you think you can stop me with this little predicament?"

Zhang Fan had woken up sometime earlier and was looking at Zhou Wu with disdain, his mouth full of sarcasm.

"Given the situation, you'd better stop talking nonsense."

"Goo~~~~"

Just as he finished speaking, Zhou Wu felt a sharp pang of hunger in his stomach.

Whether it was because they resonated with each other or not, Zhang Fan's stomach also rumbled, and the two exchanged an awkward glance.

Suddenly a gray object fell from above. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a wild rabbit.

"What a coincidence?"

When I'm hungry, food just falls down automatically—it's such a coincidence!

Zhou Wu didn't think much of it. He processed the rabbit and then lit a fire to roast it on the grill.

The aroma of meat wafted through the small pit.

Zhang Fan looked at the roasted rabbit in Zhou Wu's hand and swallowed hard.

As a martial artist, one's body requires more energy, and therefore a greater need for food. Zhang Fan hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday, so he was already starving.

"Give me a bite."

This is the second time Zhang Fan has shamelessly made a request. The first time was yesterday when he asked Zhou Wu to help him to the fire, and today it was for a bite to eat.

"Well, this rabbit isn't very big, it's probably only big enough for one person. You're putting me in a difficult position."

Zhou Wu definitely didn't want to give it to him. He was already starving, and he was planning to do something bad to Zhang Fan anyway. Being sick and hungry was perfect for him.

"Hey~"

A flying stone struck Zhou Wu's wrist directly, causing him to cry out in pain and drop the roasted rabbit from his hand.

Zhang Fan quickly crawled over with both hands, picked up the rabbit from the ground, and devoured it.

Zhou Wu was stunned. Yesterday, he was so arrogant, thinking that Zhang Fan was unable to move. He never expected that the other party would have the skill of spitting jujube pits like Qiu Qianren. Moreover, the speed at which he crawled forward with his hands made Zhou Wu feel scared.

If Zhang Fan had wanted to kill me last night, it would have been a piece of cake.

"It's careless!"

Zhou Wu cursed under his breath, having long since stopped caring about the rabbit.

. . . . . . .

“It’s so delicious!!”

Zhang Fan didn't even leave the bones behind, only a drop of rabbit fur and internal organs.

The other party's provocative expression made Zhou Wu dare not make any move; he had truly underestimated the martial artists of this era.

Even with a broken back, the power of this jujube pit nail remained undiminished.

"General Zhang, Lord Zhou!!!"

"Master Zhou~~"

"General Zhang~"

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, faint shouts could be heard from above.

"Someone's coming, I'm here!"

Zhou Wu just wants to get away from Zhang Fan as soon as possible; he's fine with anything as long as they're not alone together.

"I'm here, come and save me!"

"The lord is here! Someone come quickly!"

. . . . . . . . . .

Wailing Mountain, the camp at the foot of the mountain.

How did you two end up falling at the same time?

“Last night the Imperial Guards said neither of you had returned, so everyone knew something might have happened.”

"General Zhang's injury is quite serious."

The two had been sent back to the main camp. Li Junren briefly explained how he had searched for them.

They also immediately found a doctor to treat Zhang Fan's injuries.

Zhou Wu had nothing to do, so he returned to his camp early, took a nice bath, ate a hearty meal, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Wu woke up in the afternoon, but the atmosphere in the camp was a bit strange.

Before going to sleep, the entire camp was filled with joy because Zhou Wu and Zhang Fan had been found. But now that they were awake, they found the atmosphere in the camp to be very heavy.

"What happened?"

Zhou Wu stopped a patrolling imperial guard and asked.

"What do you mean by 'adult'?"

The imperial guards didn't understand what Zhou Wu wanted to ask either.

Why does everyone look so long-faced?

"My lord, General Zhang Fan is dead."