Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Lang Yu once mentioned that the deputy captain of the hunting team had prevented them from returning to provide assistance when everyone felt something was wrong.

Ultimately, he was unable to stop it and pretended to go back for help, but when he arrived, it was too late. Eventually, they split into two factions, one led by Lang Yu and the other led by Lang Zhan and Lang Jin. Ultimately, Lang Yu was defeated and sent to Lanruo City.

Qiao Xin saw the former deputy captain of the Silver Moon Wolf Hunting Team associating with people from the Beast God Temple in Liangxi City. No matter how much truth there was in Lang Yu's words, at least Lang Jin was confirmed to be a traitor.

Lang Rui didn't dare to stay here. The wolf orcs' sense of smell was more sensitive than that of ordinary people. Lang Jin must have the real talent to be the deputy captain.

He crawled into the room that smelled strongly of medicinal soup and disappeared into the darkness beyond the reach of torches.

Qiao Xin looked around the room. Near the bed that was carved out of a whole piece of white jade, there were four low braziers rotating, emitting the crackling sound of burning firewood. The bed was surrounded by white animal skins, so the person lying inside could not be seen clearly. The only sound she could hear was the faintest breathing.

If it weren't for Qiao Xin's amazing hearing, she would have thought that there was no one else in the room except them.

In addition to the bed, there were many exquisite decorations around it. There were even five ivory carvings of the White Elephant Clan. However, there were more evil things, such as some human skulls and decorations made of various bones.

Qiao Xin had seen countless bones and could tell at a glance that they were made up of human skeletons from various tribes.

A feeling of nausea came over me.

I heard that the guy on the bed is only fifteen or sixteen years old. It’s hard to describe why he has such a hobby.

Lang Jin was carrying the medicine soup and walking up the stairs. He paused at the place where Lang Rui had just stopped, looked up, and saw nothing. Then he slowly went up the stairs to the second floor, lifted the heavy animal skin curtain, and walked in.

She came to the bed, smiled dotingly, bent down to put the bone bowl on the bedside table, turned around, rolled up all the animal skin curtains, and tied them to the four jade pillars with animal skins.

Therefore, Qiao Xin also saw the situation inside the bed clearly. In the middle of the thick white animal skin was lying a shallow curved figure with dry and dull white hair spread on the animal skin. No one could tell where the wound was and the face was unclear.

I don't even know if those eyes are like those of all the members of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, blue with a circle of silver.

Lang Jin bent down and tucked in the animal skin blanket that was already covering the bed very tightly. The person on the bed seemed to smell a familiar scent, groaned weakly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Uncle Jin." The voice was weak but youthful, even like a baby who had not yet reached the voice change period.

Lang Jin hummed, "Why don't you take the medicine obediently again?"

Shi Yun panted for a long time before exhaling the foul air in his chest, "Drinking it won't make you better." The person who assassinated him obviously wanted to kill him, and used a magical weapon that could hurt his soul.

Once the soul is hurt, there is no cure and death is only a matter of time.

Everyone coaxed him and said that he would get better, but he knew that he would not.

He hated, he was angry, he resented why they all came only to deal with him, because he had the greatest potential and was their biggest threat.

Shi Yun's face was ferocious at one moment, sarcastic at another, and he looked crazy, but because of his excitement, his face had a hint of color and he looked a lot healthier.

Lang Jin frowned and pinched his brow in disapproval. Soon Shi Yun returned to his previous weak state. "Uncle Jin, have you caught the murderer?"

Lang Jin shook his head. In fact, they all knew that apart from those four competitors, there was no one else.

"Yun, drink the medicine. No matter what, this medicine can strengthen your body. At least it can make you last longer."

Lang Jin picked up the medicine that was almost losing its warmth, helped Shi Yun up, and fed it to his mouth.

Unfortunately, Shi Yun no longer had the strength to swallow. Lang Jin held Shi Yun in his arms and pressed his throat with his fingers. The warm medicine flowed down his wide-open mouth, passed through his throat, and entered his stomach.

Only then did he release the hand that was pressing on his throat, put Shiyun back on the bed like a treasure, turned around, found a white animal skin handkerchief, and wiped the brown soup from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Xin and Lang Rui both frowned slightly. They felt something was wrong, as if Shi Yun was Lang Jin's cub, but Shi Yun just called him uncle.

Could it be that, like Lang Yu, he is Lang Rui’s student?

Apart from father and son, only students taught personally can be so close.

Lang Rui held his breath and wrote on Qiao Xin's hand, telling her that he was not a student. How could the city lord's son be a student of a deputy captain? It didn't make sense from a moral point of view.

The two people who were confused put the question behind them and continued to pay attention to the two people in the room.

Lang Jin did not leave immediately, but sat for a while, waiting for the person on the bed to breathe evenly, then left and lowered the bed curtains.

Qiao Xin and the other person did not come out of the darkness immediately. Like a patient hunter, they waited quietly, waiting for the other party to relax.

Sure enough, after about a cup of tea, a hand lifted the door curtain from the outside, revealing Lang Jin's body. An eye looked inside and after making sure there was no problem, Qiao Xin heard footsteps moving away.

The two continued to hide.

Until a waiter came in to add more firewood and did not leave.

Lang Rui confirmed that the alarm was lifted and tickled Qiao Xin's palm. The two of them acted at the same time, one rushed towards the waiter and the other rushed towards the person in the bed.

When the waiter saw the shadow on the wall and wanted to shout, the person had been knocked unconscious, tied up and thrown into a corner.

Lang Rui didn't need to do anything, he just picked the man up from the bed. The weak man didn't resist at all, and even if he wanted to shout, the sound of a cat's meow probably wouldn't be enough to call out.

Lang Rui looked coldly at the skinny cub in his hand. There was no flesh on his face. His skin, eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair were all snow-white, just like the other two people from the White Lion Clan that he had seen.

The bowl of medicine seemed to have a calming and sleep-inducing effect. There was such a loud noise that Shi Yun was picked up, but he still kept his eyes closed.

Qiao Xin picked up an animal skin bag from the space, pulled out a bone needle, burned it over the fire, and then inserted it into several acupuncture points of Shi Yun.

Shi Yun's eyelashes trembled as he opened them. When he saw the stranger, he was surprised and wanted to scream, but his throat was strangled. When he saw Lang Rui's appearance clearly, the surprise in his eyes became even stronger. His throat made a clattering sound and his teeth chattered.

Lang Rui noticed his reaction and said, "It seems you know who I am."

Shi Yun was like a rag doll in Lang Rui's hand, his eyes getting bigger and bigger, as if they would pout in the next second. Qiao Xin quickly took out the spiritual spring water and fed him half a cup.

After a long time, Shi Yun's breathing became much stronger. Qiao Xin sighed and thought that her bet was right.

When Shiyun opened his eyes again, he saw the female who had fed him a glass of water. She looked at him with a smile, and he felt as if a piece of his soul had been completed. His breathing became rapid, "Holy water."