Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang was at his wit's end and finally asked, "Is there no way to heal this wound with elixirs or magic?"

Following the typical tropes in novels, Cheng Huang is so powerful, he should be able to heal wounds instantly with magic, right? Even if magic doesn't work, elixirs should be able to.

To everyone's surprise, Lan Jian glanced at him and said, "The wound is special; we can only wait for it to heal on its own."

Xu Lingguang was surprised: "Who is so powerful?" Not only did they injure Cheng Huang, but they also prevented the wound from healing.

Lan Jian turned away again and refused to speak: "The more you know, the faster you die."

Xu Lingguang secretly rolled his eyes. If you don't want to talk, then don't. Why threaten him?

He looked at Lan Jian's wounds and said slowly, "Are you really going to ignore these injuries? It'll take a few days for them to heal on their own, won't it? It's hot now, and these blood clots stuck to your body will start to stink in a couple of days, and they might even attract bugs. Then those tiny bugs will crawl into your fur, settle down, and multiply, and you won't be able to catch them all..."

Lan Jian had initially turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him anymore, but after listening to his words, she felt itchy all over, as if insects were crawling over her.

He suddenly turned his head and glared at Xu Lingguang, gritting his teeth as he said, "That's enough, just shave it."

Xu Lingguang smiled at his murderous gaze, "You little germaphobia, can't cure you?"

He disinfected the scissors with white wine, trimmed the hair around the wound close to the skin, and then carefully cleaned the wound with a clean cloth soaked in white wine.

Without the fur to conceal the wounds, they appeared even more gruesome, with the bone visible in some places. Xu Lingguang's heart pounded wildly, and he had to take several deep breaths before he could continue.

He glanced at her furtively and found that Lan Jian hadn't uttered a sound, but her narrow, upturned eyes were slightly narrowed as she stared intently at the scissors in his hand, a hint of ferocity emanating from them.

It seems he doesn't care about the physical pain, but rather the pain of losing his hair and going bald.

Xu Lingguang pursed his lips, trying hard to suppress the smile on his face.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his laughter and that Lan Jian would think he was mocking him for going bald. If Lan Jian got angry, he was afraid he would bleed to death.

Xu Lingguang kept complaining in his mind. But his hands were very steady. After all, he had mastered alchemy. He first cleaned the largest wound, then sprinkled on the medicinal powder, bandaged the wound with gauze, wiped his sweat, washed his hands, and then continued to treat the other minor injuries.

You couldn't tell from Lan Jian's expression that he had four or five wounds of varying sizes on his body. Not only was he injured, but two of his front claws were also broken. Xu Lingguang had been wondering why there was so much blood on him, but after examining him, he finally understood where the blood came from.

He was speechless, unable to understand how Lan Jian could so casually say that it would heal on its own after suffering so much damage.

If it were a close friend, Xu Lingguang would definitely give him a lesson in love without hesitation, but Lan Jian was, after all, a golden boy, so Xu Lingguang didn't dare to act rashly and could only calmly treat his wounds with a pursed face.

Lan Jian, after lying down for a while, vaguely sensed that Xu Lingguang was in a bad mood. He looked up at the young man who was busy with his head down with suspicion, wondering why he was suddenly unhappy. Did he think he was too dirty and ugly?

He turned his head and glanced at the wound on his back. The hair there had been shaved off, and a large piece of gauze was stuck on it; it really looked ugly.

Lan Jian couldn't accept it, so she turned her gaze to Xu Lingguang. Remembering that the power of blessing she had sensed earlier seemed to have been used again, she took the initiative to ask, "A few days ago, I sensed a change in the power of the contract. Was someone chasing you again?"

Xu Lingguang paused for a moment, then continued as if nothing had happened: "No, it's just a misunderstanding."

Lan Jian stared at him and noticed that his expression was a bit strange and that he wasn't telling the truth, so she reminded him, "The blessing of Cheng Huang is one less time you can use it."

"I know." Xu Lingguang said sullenly, feeling wronged. Not only was he resented by Zhou Fuying, but he also wasted a chance to save his life.

I can't think about it, it makes me feel terrible.

After a while, perhaps stirred up by his own frustration, Xu Lingguang tentatively asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

Lan Jian tilted her head to the side, her gaze fixed on his face: "You say it."

Xu Lingguang then recounted the entanglement between the original owner and Zhou Fuying under different names: "I have a friend who was originally a kind and upright good person, but unfortunately, he was unlucky. One day, he woke up to find that he had transmigrated into another person's body. The person he transmigrated into was morally corrupt and committed all kinds of evil. He not only harmed outsiders, but also did not spare his own nephew."

“My friend felt sorry for his nephew and even considered him a friend for a time. But the nephew didn’t know that his real uncle had been replaced and was determined to take revenge on my friend. What can I do to make my nephew believe that his uncle is no longer his uncle and that the feud between him and his uncle has nothing to do with my friend?”

Previously, Xu Lingguang had no one to confide in, so he could only keep it all bottled up inside. Now that he finally had the chance to speak out, although he hadn't found a solution yet, Xu Lingguang felt that the depression weighing on his chest had eased somewhat.

Lan Jian looked at him with surprise: "The friend you're talking about..."

Xu Lingguang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him nervously. Would Lan Jian realize that this friend was actually him?

But then Lan Jian changed the subject and continued, "...It really was very unlucky."

Xu Lingguang finally received confirmation and nodded vigorously: "Right? I also feel extremely unlucky, really extremely unlucky."

Lan Jian suppressed a smile and said, "Solving this problem isn't difficult."

Xu Lingguang stopped what he was doing and looked at him expectantly.

Lan Jian said, "If we just kill my nephew, this problem won't exist."

"..." Xu Lingguang looked at him with a complicated expression: "Killing someone is not a good thing, and your nephew is quite pitiful too."

He emphasized, "My friend is a kind and honest person; he wouldn't do such a thing."

Lan Jian said, "Then find the soul of that real uncle and give it to your nephew. The wronged should have their source, and the debtor should be held accountable."

Xu Lingguang worriedly said, "But Uncle might have already vanished into thin air. Where can we find him? And even if we tell him the truth, he might not believe us."

"How can you be so sure that person's soul has already dissipated?"

Under Xu Lingguang's astonished gaze, Lan Jian said in a very slow tone, "Perhaps his soul is still inside your friend's body?"

Xu Lingguang's hand trembled, and he immediately got goosebumps. He stammered, "Impossible, right? But he had been dead for half a month before I transmigrated here."

Realizing he had let something slip, he quickly corrected himself: "It was my friend. My friend said he crawled out of a coffin. Who has a soul that doesn't dissipate even after being dead for half a month?"

Lan Jian gazed at his deathly pale face and sighed, "I was just guessing, you don't need to be so scared."

Xu Lingguang pursed his lips, lowered his head to continue treating his wound, and did not continue the topic.

What Lan Jian said probably really frightened him, giving him a creepy feeling of being watched in the dark.

Lan Jian's intention was to remind him that although he had carefully examined Xu Lingguang before and found no other remnant souls within him, he still felt that something was off about Xu Lingguang's situation that time. Since he couldn't find the problem, he could only urge Xu Lingguang to be more vigilant.

After all, there are countless secret techniques and magical treasures in this world, and there might be one that can fool him.

I just didn't expect Xu Lingguang to be so frightened.

Lan Jian had no choice but to change the subject and shift his attention: "Be gentle, the wound hurts a little."

Xu Lingguang didn't have time to think any further and cleaned his wound even more carefully: "Sorry, I'll be more careful."

By the time all of Lan Jian's wounds were bandaged and the bloodstains on his fur were cleaned, it was already the early hours of the next day. Xu Lingguang was highly focused while he was busy and didn't feel very tired. But when he finished and sat down, exhaustion and drowsiness overwhelmed him, almost drowning him.

He sat on the ground, slowly tidying up his things while instructing Lan Jian, "You rest well, don't move around or get it wet. I'm going back now, I'll come back tomorrow afternoon to change your dressing..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Lan Jian was about to tell him to rest in the clan's territory so he wouldn't have to run back and forth, when he saw Xu Lingguang lean back against him and fall asleep with his head down.

Lan Jian stiffened for a moment, instinctively wanting to push the man away. But when she saw his pale face, she hesitated and withdrew her outstretched hand.

Fine, let him lean on it for a bit.

Lan Jian slumped back down, no longer looking at Xu Lingguang.

Xu Lingguang felt that the bed beneath him was exceptionally soft. He turned over, found a comfortable position, and buried himself in the soft, smooth fur before falling into a deep sleep.