quite important. I just nodded to her in the dressing room as a greeting.I shook my head. "I don't know, I just saw her in the locker room a while ago and then I left first.""Huh Then please go check...Mu Wanchen had several streaks of blue markings on the side of his neck, like tattoos. I draped a towel over his forehead from behind, brushing his hair back and wiping his face.

Through the warmth of the towel, I could touch his forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and neck... It's perfectly normal, and with well-defined features and beautiful lines, he couldn't possibly be ugly.

I don't really know why I can't see his face.

Dropping the towel, I picked up a clean bandage and wrapped it around his head.

As his coverage area grew, his tense shoulders gradually began to relax.

"I really don't know why you, a grown man, would wear a mask It's not like you're some kind of beauty that wolves are afraid to see..." I couldn't help but complain.

He raised his hand and adjusted the gap between his features, saying to me in a faint voice: "There's nothing you can't see, I was just afraid of scaring you."

"You scared me My husband used to wear a scary ghost mask and still had sex with me!"

He chuckled softly: "But he's taken off his mask, so he won't frighten you."

"What's wrong You didn't grow another eye or nose, why are you scaring me" I asked, confused.

He shook his head, unwilling to answer.

I got off the bed and mumbled, "If you don't want to say it, that's fine. Your wife will see it eventually anyway. Are you planning on wearing a mask for the rest of your life"

He didn't speak, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

I dragged a stool over and sat down, asking, "How did you get hurt like this Why were you shot"

He shook his head. “I don’t know either. There was some trouble in a small village upstream. A falcon brought the news that many people had died. When I rushed there with my men, the dead people in the village actually came back to life. Leading them was a woman with short hair. She had a gun in her hand, but she didn’t know how to use it. She fired randomly at me when she ran away and hit me with one shot.”

"Don't you recognize that woman"

"Completely unfamiliar, judging by her attire and demeanor, she's not someone from within our sect. She must be an intruder with a special purpose."

I rubbed my forehead and sighed, "How can there be so much going on One problem hasn't been resolved and another one arises."

He frowned. "What's wrong You have trouble too"

"Of course, I have something bothering me that I wanted to ask you about. Who knew I'd catch you injured... At least I made it in time." I sighed.

"I thought you had an argument with your husband and came here to hide." He snorted.

I glared at him: “You did it on purpose last time, telling him that! You caused a misunderstanding! You made me…”

He cocked his head and grinned wickedly. "What harm have I done to you Who told you to jump to conclusions and put a hat on my head"

"...I was just saying a few words about you being a scumbag, do you have to be so petty!"

He chuckled dryly, his voice trembling. He still tried to put on a nonchalant air.

The doctor came in with a nurse to give him an IV. He gritted his teeth and endured it under my threat.

As soon as the doctor left, he angrily exclaimed: "I don't need these things! The blood and venom from the parasites in my body will repair themselves!"

"It's been said that this is anti-inflammatory, anti-inflammatory! If you say it again, I'll think you're a mutated species. Be careful, I might send you to the research lab!"

“You! Forget it, this time you saved me, so what do you want from me, just say it.” He asked impatiently.

"Take your time, you should stay in the hospital for a while. In two days, come to my place and recover slowly. That way, you won't go back and use some sort of witchcraft to treat yourself... What century are we living in Witchcraft can't cure bullet wounds!" I said bluntly.

Mu Wanchen's concerns were not unreasonable. His body was not ordinary, and living in the hospital was too dangerous. In just one day, rumors spread throughout the hospital that a patient's blood type was unprecedented.

I was so scared that I quickly took him home. My brother had Lin Yanqin buy all the medicine and medical equipment he needed, and then my brother bandaged his back.

"You're such an incompetent doctor." Mu Wanchen looked at the needle stuck crookedly in his blood vessels for the third time and couldn't help but complain to his brother.

"Damn it! I'm not a nurse, so of course my technique is going to be a bit off!" My brother fixed the needle and crossed his arms. "Big bro, you've gotten yourself caught too."

Mu Wanchen shook his head and said, "It's not a problem, as long as he's alive, he can recover soon."

"It's best if nothing happened, we still depend on you to take a look at that damn old rouge."

"Here." Mu Wanchen was also a man who disliked wasting words.

I've been run ragged these past two days. Let my brother and I take a closer look at this, and I'll head back to bed for some shut-eye.

Jiang Qiyun doesn't like me being too close to Mu Wanchen, even if I'm scolding him. Jiang Qiyun will still be unhappy. This jealousy is simply astonishing.

My brother whispered to me, “You still don’t understand your husband’s feelings. When you were taken by the Corpse Refiner that time, he was so angry that he used karma fire to burn down the mountain and destroy the sect... But then Mu Wanchen took you away, did you get it”

I shook my head, I don't understand.

"He's such an idiot! Jiang Qiyun wasn't able to save you the fastest, he's blaming himself now! It just so happens that Mu Wanchen saved you, does that mean Your Majesty needs to go say thank you This is hitting at his pride... You should comfort him, use whatever sweet words you can think of. Just try it, I don't believe you."

I'm speechless, what should I do to comfort him I can't say those cheesy love words.

Mu Wanchen said that the carvings on the box were spells from indigenous people in Nanyang. This box of human oil rouge looked ordinary, but when placed in this wooden box, it would activate the resentment condensed in the human oil. The user would become weaker and weaker, perhaps someone had given it to the Ghost Princess intending to kill her.

My brother scoffed and said, "With so many male servants tending to her, she must have made a lot of women jealous. I bet she'll be dead before she even gets a chance to use this rouge."

“Human oil is simply human fat. In the past, some charlatans would claim that using oil from beautiful virgins to make face masks could preserve youth and beauty. This naturally attracted the women in the imperial court. There's a lot of resentment hidden within this product, but because it's mixed with fragrant ointments, ordinary people wouldn't easily notice anything unusual.”

Mu Wanchen said faintly, "The sorcery of Nanyang is derived from the rural methods of witchcraft and sorcery regions, as well as the increasingly corrupted Taoist practices learned from Maoshan. After entering Nanyang, it has evolved into many different forms of curses. Medicine-based curses are relatively simple; when I return to Wuwang Mountain City, I can get some antidote for you. This is not difficult."

I let out a slight sigh and said to Mu Wanchen, "Since you've come out once, stay for a while longer. I'll see if I can get you some identification."

"How do you do that" my brother asked, a little surprised.

"Just like we would handle an orphaned or missing person case." I answered, gritting my teeth and secretly glancing at Mu Wanchen.

He didn't care about status, he just nodded and said, "Good, I'm going to go see the wife you helped me find."

I was taken aback. "What do you want to do"

He frowned and said in a low voice, "If I successfully refine the King Gu, even bullet wounds could be healed... Those resurrected corpses came from the Wu Wang Mountain City. I don't have much time left."

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