What to do if you receive the wrong package?

Bai Heming never expected that he and Gu Yan would meet so quickly, and in such an awkward way.

Bai Heming didn't run too far with the injured Li Hengzhi. After seeing the few small wooden houses left by the hunters, Bai Heming decided to rest there for a while.

After all, Li Hengzhi, whom they were supporting, had completely fallen into a coma. The arrow wounds on his body would prevent them from running too far. Secondly, there were no pursuers behind them. The black-clad men who had been left behind to silence them had been completely wiped out by Bai Heming. Even if those who had left later discovered something, they would not be able to find them immediately. For the time being, they were relatively safe.

The most dangerous place is often the safest place. If it's hidden right under their noses, they might not even bother to check it out.

Fortunately, although the cabin was simple on the outside, the facilities inside were still relatively complete.

Ignoring the dust on the wooden bed, Bai Heming directly pulled off Li Hengzhi's blood-stained coat and placed it on the straw mat on the bed board. Then he laid him down, and to avoid Li Hengzhi pressing on the wound on his back, Bai Heming even turned him over with great effort, making him lie face down.

Perhaps the force was a bit too strong, tearing at Li Hengzhi's wound. The intense pain actually brought Li Hengzhi, who was still unconscious, back to consciousness.

"Hiss, Crane's Cry?" Li Hengzhi saw the figure of Bai Heming through his half-open eyes and couldn't help but reach out to grab it.

Seeing this, Bai Heming quickly reached out and held the bag tightly, then placed it back by the bedside. He squatted down and whispered, "It's alright, don't worry."

Hearing Bai Heming's voice in his ears, Li Hengzhi finally relaxed, but then he fainted again. However, his left hand was still tightly holding Bai Heming's hand.

Looking at the two people's tightly clasped hands, and then at Li Hengzhi lying lifeless on the bed, Bai Heming felt a strange emotion welling up inside him.

He shook his head, and seemed to calm down in a few breaths. He pulled his hand out with a little force, and then looked at the half arrow still stuck in Li Hengzhi's shoulder. Bai Heming quickly got up, thinking that saving people was the priority.

Without saying a word, Bai Heming ripped off Li Hengzhi's clothes. Unexpectedly, in addition to the arrow wound, Li Hengzhi also had several knife wounds of varying sizes on his body.

Looking at the wounds of varying lengths, Bai Heming's vision was obscured by the rising mist. He suddenly remembered how Li Hengzhi had appeared at just the right moment to kill the black-clad men that he couldn't attend to during the breakout. No wonder he hadn't suffered any losses. He had initially thought it was because Li Hengzhi's martial arts were superb and he was getting stronger with each battle, but he hadn't expected that Li Hengzhi had used his body to take the hits for him.

The mist in Bai Heming's eyes kept gathering, and finally turned into a crystal tear that slid down from the corner of his eye. He opened his mouth, but after a long while, he only uttered two words.

"Fool."

Bai Heming knew this wasn't the time to act on emotion. He tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, the mist had dissipated, and although they were still red, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Bai Heming searched Li Hengzhi's entire body but only found two small porcelain bottles, one black and one white. The black bottle contained pills, and the white bottle contained medicinal powder. He figured that Li Hengzhi came from a prestigious family, so he should have carried some life-saving items with him.

If all else fails, we'll try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Without hesitation, Bai Heming poured a pill from the small black bottle and stuffed it into Li Hengzhi's mouth.

He deftly pulled out the arrow, quickly wiped away the surrounding bloodstains with clean clothes, and then carefully poured the powder from the white bottle near the wound. But before he could even pour it twice, it was gone.

Looking at the empty little white bottle, Bai Heming had no choice but to carefully and evenly sprinkle the remaining powder around the wound, and then neatly bandage the wound with a slightly cleaner strip of cloth.

Although the largest wound had been treated with medicine and bandaged, the medicine bottle was now empty. Helpless, Bai Heming could only pick up the wooden basin in the house, pour out all the water from the water bag, and rinse the small white bottle back and forth in the basin. He planned to use this basin of slightly medicinal "medicine" to clean the remaining wounds first, and then think about sneaking up the mountain at night to see if he could find some hemostatic herbs.

Bai Heming placed the wooden basin beside the bed, then tore off a relatively intact piece from his clothes, moistened it, and carefully wiped Li Hengzhi's wound. Before he could finish wiping, the water in the basin turned red, but Bai Heming dared not pour it away; this was all the water he had, and he could only continue wiping with the "blood."

After cleaning all the wounds, Bai Heming frowned as he watched the clear water in the wooden basin turn into a deep, dark red. He then decisively picked up the basin and placed it far away. He took off his outer robe and carefully covered Li Hengzhi with it.

After treating Li Hengzhi's wounds, Bai Heming pushed open the door and went out. He made a quick inspection, carried back a large bundle of branches and wood from the surrounding area, and wiped away the marks he had left before returning to the room and sitting down on the bed to rest for a while.

Today's events happened so fast that there was no time to think about them. Only now, after calming down, did Bai Heming recall some of the details.

He examined the arrow he had pulled from Li Hengzhi's body. At the end of the arrow was a distinctive small mark: a cross at the top and a small curve at the bottom. Bai Heming quickly recalled that he didn't remember any place or sect having a mark like that.

Moreover, the leader knew that he was from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

Thinking of this, Bai Heming narrowed his eyes. Because the leader was only half right; he was indeed related to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, but not entirely one of its members.

When he was 3 years old, his mother suddenly passed away. However, as the eldest son of the Bai family, his father valued him highly. He also had Granny Sun, who always accompanied and cared for his mother. Even though his stepmother was insincere when she took over, she never mistreated him.

As time went by, when he was thirteen, Granny Sun passed away from illness, and he no longer had anyone who truly cared for him. Meanwhile, his stepmother, Liu, wielded increasing power. Liu herself had a son, his younger brother, only six months younger than him. Now that Liu held the title of Lady Bai, the identity of the eldest son of the Bai family became increasingly alluring. Lady Bai no longer concealed her intentions, repeatedly targeting Bai Heming, both openly and secretly. Although she didn't kill him, she either tried to cripple him or poison his food.

He knew that things had changed in the family. One day, when Mr. and Mrs. Bai went out to a banquet, he decisively took his savings and a few clothes and ran away from home.

Although the Bai family mansion was in a state of chaos, Bai Heming still had enough to eat and wear. Even though the thirteen-year-old Bai Heming was mature enough, he was still a naive child. He was swindled out of everything after only a few days, and in the end, he could only hide outside a dilapidated thatched hut, wearing dirty clothes and crying loudly.

It was at this time that Bai Heming met his master and mistress, two people who once again brought warmth and affection to Bai Heming.

His master was a disciple of the Heavenly Realm Sect in the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion at that time, so he naturally went to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion with his master a few times and learned some heavenly things.

Bai Heming thought about the food, drink, and fun he had enjoyed with his master and mistress along the way, and his previously furrowed brows relaxed somewhat. Unfortunately, his master later left the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion because of his mistress, and he never had any further dealings with the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

So the old man knew he was related to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, but didn't know he wasn't a disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. It seems he didn't know much about the current martial arts world. That means the old man used to be in the martial arts world, but now he's been staying in some deep mountain forest. He hasn't been involved in the martial arts world much in the last ten years or so.

Thinking of this, Bai Heming's doubts deepened. If he hadn't been born before, why has he come out now and even mastered a set of strange moves?

And what exactly is the secret about the Jade Balance Stone that Li Hengzhi and Jiang Si are hiding?

Bai Heming's gaze drifted back to Li Hengzhi. Looking at Li Hengzhi's chest rising and falling slightly, he couldn't help but reach out and gently tuck the black hair that was covering his face behind his ear.

"You saved me last time, and I saved you this time, so we're even."

"Something seems off. This time you shielded me from the arrow first, and then I helped you escape. I can only say we're even this time."

"Li Hengzhi, it's been so many years, why are you standing in front of me again?"

"Li Hengzhi, to you am I Bai Heming, the eldest son of the Bai family, or Du Mengbai, who follows you around wanting to fly a kite with you?"

Bai Heming's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke. He huddled by the bed, hugging his knees and curling his body into a ball, so that only a few words could be faintly heard.

"Brother Hengzhi..."

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Meanwhile, Jiang Si led Gu Yan stealthily through the woods. Apart from occasionally encountering a few patrolmen, which Jiang Si dealt with quickly, the journey was generally smooth.

For Gu Yan, who is usually plagued by bad luck, this time he was very lucky.

Having finally escaped the woods and stood by a path, Gu Yan stretched his back, which had been bent over for so long, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master Jiang, which way do we go now?"

Jiang Si didn't say much, pointed ahead, and walked out first. They hadn't walked far when they entered another grove of trees. Fortunately, the grove wasn't large, and before they even left, they saw a row of small wooden houses ahead.

Gu Yan stopped and hid behind a slightly thick tree trunk. He pointed to the small wooden house in front of him and said uncertainly, "Such an obvious place, my older brother or the men in black shouldn't be hiding here, right?"

"Let's still be careful." Jiang Si looked around. Although he didn't find any obvious traces, he still needed to be cautious with such an obvious building.

"Shall we go around there?"

"No need for all that trouble, just walk past from the side."

Gu Yan nodded, and was about to follow Jiang Si when he saw the little thrush that had been lying in his hand flapping its wings and bravely flying forward.

"Hey, back..."

Gu Yan hurriedly called out, but fearing that the noise would attract the enemy, he raised his hand to cover his mouth. He could only watch as the little thrush flew to the window frame of a wooden house across the street, and even turned around, tilting its little head and chirping a few times at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan wished she could drag Xiao Huamei back and give her a good scolding, but she definitely couldn't manage on her own right now. Did she have to trouble Jiang Si again?

To be honest, Gu Yan was almost afraid to look at Jiang Si. She was the one who had to pick up the little thrushes along the way, and she was also the one who had failed to keep an eye on them. Jiang Si always helped her, and she was starting to resent being a burden to him.

"Um, do you think it might be telling me that there's no one in the house?" Gu Yan hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to speak.

Jiang Si glanced at Gu Yan's slightly ingratiating smile and nodded slightly, "Maybe."

These three words seemed to give Gu Yan boundless strength, making her eyes light up and instantly leading her to make a decision: this time she would rely on herself and could no longer trouble Jiang Si.

She shoved the little bird's nest from the little thrush into Jiang Si's hand, then rolled up her sleeves, tucked the front of her skirt into her belt, and while Jiang Si was still in surprise, Gu Yan carefully bent down and quickly slipped towards the cabin without looking back.

After successfully reaching the first cabin, Gu Yan sighed silently, touched his wildly beating heart, and secretly cheered himself on: "Come on, a good start is half the battle."

She glanced back at Jiang Si, completely ignoring the reproach in his eyes, and waved her hand with a small, cheerful smile, as if to indicate her small victory.

Turning back, Gu Yan took a deep breath and continued to make his way to the third wooden house, the one where the little thrush was. But as soon as he reached the second wooden house, he heard a "crash" sound as something fell to the ground.

Gu Yan stood there, stunned.