C20

When Hei Feng woke up, it was raining outside and he couldn't see anything in the darkness. Just as he wanted to prop himself up and see where his master was, someone suddenly pressed down on his shoulder and impatiently said, "It took so much effort to apply medicine to this wound, do you think it's not fast enough for you to die?"

Hei Feng could hear Wen Jingrong's voice. With her here, the prince would definitely be safe. Thus, he laid down in relief. With a popping sound, Wen Jingrong turned around with a small oil lamp in her hand. Only then did she manage to light up a little.

It was only then that he realized they were not inside a mountain hut, but instead inside a naturally formed cave. Murong Mingzhu and Niu Dabao were also there, leaning against the cave wall with their eyes closed. Hearing Wen Jingrong's voice, Murong Mingzhu opened his eyes and looked at them. His eyes were very clear and he didn't fall asleep at all.

After Hei Feng fainted, he was afraid that the man in black would sneak attack again. Going to the village or town, the target was too obvious. The remaining three members of the Shadow Squad followed Wen Jingrong's instructions, packed some bedding and food, carried Hei Feng, who was severely injured and unconscious, and followed her into the deep mountains.

She had discovered this cave when she was hunting. The location was well hidden and deep enough to accommodate so many of them. Fortunately, Hei Yu and the others had a solid foundation, and most of the ordinary people were unable to go up to the cave at all. Therefore, every one of them had to carry a heavy burden — — Niu Dabao, Murong Mingzhu, Sun Tie, the six bedding and more than a dozen pounds of food. When the time of winter arrived, everyone was like fish out of water, sweating all over their vests.

He simply tidied up the cave, afraid that Murong Mingzhu would offend her again. After tidying up the ground and covering it with a layer of hay, he laid down two thick blankets and put it down carefully. Even Niu Dabao had only one blanket, and other than the injured Hei Feng, everyone else was shaking in the cold just like Wen Jingrong.

After settling down at midnight, Hei Yu, who was responsible for cleaning up the traces of everyone's movements, came back with some herbs to reduce the fever. They had the medicine to stop the bleeding, so they couldn't get a doctor for Hei Feng at this time. They could only hope that he would be able to survive after drinking the medicine.

After everyone hastily finished their dinner, Hei Feng started boiling. Hei Yu looked after Wen Jingrong's shift for the first half of the night. The temperature finally dropped a little bit when Wen Jingrong took her shift in the second half of the night. They didn't even know what was waiting for them outside. With one more person on their side, they would have an extra layer of security. In that martial arts, close combat was not a big problem for her, but all the martial artists here had their own internal energy. As long as her opponent wanted to fight with his internal energy, she wouldn't even be able to take ten moves.

Seeing that he was about to wake up and move around, Wen Jingrong quickly stopped him, "Have some porridge first. Your master is fine, so you don't have to worry about him."

Then, he met Murong Mingzhu's gaze, "Are you hungry? Do you want some porridge to cushion your stomach?"

Murong Mingzhu nodded. When she turned around to fill her bowl of porridge, she stared at Hei Feng. There was doubt in her eyes; she looked around and she warned him.

Hei Feng wanted to give it a try or two, but perhaps his master would be able to think of something else after this. Murong Mingzhu moved his gaze away first. His face was cold and it was clear that he didn't want to talk much with him.