Li Qianfan!?
Upon hearing the voice of the dark-skinned man, Murong Mingyuan's heart began to pound violently. Just as she was about to cry out, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
Murong Mingyuan suddenly came to her senses.
Although she couldn't fathom how Li Qianfan, who was supposed to freeze to death outside the outer defense line, had transformed into a dark-skinned man and infiltrated the Rhodes team's camp, the pain in her wrist made her realize that it was best not to call out his name in front of Zheng Shu.
Li Qianfan was checking Murong Mingyuan's pulse.
After tens of seconds, he released her hand. "It's fine. The person who hit you was very careful. Although your internal organs are slightly displaced, there are no internal injuries. Your current surging qi and blood, and the feeling of weakness, are due to this reason."
Hearing his words, Murong Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lie down, and I'll give you a massage to help your displaced internal organs return to their position."
Li Qianfan said to Murong Mingyuan, then looked at Zheng Shu, who was still standing foolishly at the door, and asked, "Do you want to return to the East Land alive?"
Did Zheng Shu want to?
She dreamed of it!
Li Qianfan continued, "If you do, go outside and keep watch for me. If you see Rhodes himself coming this way, hurry back and report. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Okay, okay. I will never disappoint you. Nor will I betray you."
Zheng Shu nodded quickly, made an oath, and then opened the door and walked out.
Li Qianfan didn't have much faith in her promise.
But he still hoped that Zheng Shu would do as she said.
After Zheng Shu left, Li Qianfan removed the leather gloves he was wearing, rubbed his hands together vigorously, and prepared to massage Murong Mingyuan.
Massage on the back would be useless for displaced internal organs.
He needed to massage upwards along her lower abdomen.
After thinking for a moment—
Li Qianfan said, "Take off your top. That will be most effective."
He wasn't lying when he said this.
Besides, he had already seen the seductive figure of this little filly. There was no need to take advantage of her under the guise of massage in the current situation.
Murong Mingyuan didn't think so either.
She immediately did as Li Qianfan said—
Watching Murong Mingyuan, who was now bare, Li Qianfan was speechless.
He had been clear enough.
He only asked Murong Mingyuan to take off her top!
Why did she have to remove all her clothes?
Did she really consider Uncle Qianfan a righteous gentleman who viewed beauties as mere mortal figures?
Especially when he had been filled with murderous intent after killing spree for two consecutive nights.
"Murong Mingyuan."
Li Qianfan, his face covered in soot, frowned. "I think you'd better learn to respect yourself from now on. Especially in front of me. Do you think you'll make me feel anything by being like this? No. Absolutely not!"
Murong Mingyuan's face suddenly flushed.
Then, after a sudden shiver, she bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Li Qianfan was perplexed.
Shouldn't this little filly be ashamed of herself after his righteous words?
Why did she have a look of "I feel so comfortable" on her face?
But in the next second—
Li Qianfan suddenly realized that that damned left hand had found its way onto Murong Mingyuan's body, like a snake in winter looking for a cave to hibernate in.
Damn it.
No wonder Murong Mingyuan reacted like that!
Damn left hand!!
Cough.
Li Qianfan coughed dryly, pretended nothing was wrong, and began to massage Murong Mingyuan.
To ease the awkwardness, Li Qianfan specifically told Murong Mingyuan that the massage technique he was currently using was known only to his grandmother Yang Xiao and himself.
In traditional Chinese medicine, there was only one way to reposition displaced internal organs.
That was to have the patient drink a large amount of water in a short period.
If they couldn't drink anymore, their mouths would be held shut and they would be force-fed!
Only by doing so could the rapid expansion of the stomach be used to push other internal organs to the outer edges of the chest and abdomen.
When the patient opened their mouth and the swallowed water was about to be vomited out, the time would be almost right.
Then, the patient would be made to lie on a bed or chair, face down, and vomit violently.
After all the water in the stomach was vomited out, the displaced internal organs would slowly return to their original positions.
Undoubtedly.
This hydrotherapy was the most economical and practical.
But the patient had to suffer greatly.
After all, being forced to drink water when one couldn't drink anymore, and then being force-fed like a duck being fed, until one's stomach felt as if it were ten months pregnant, was truly not something ordinary people could accept.
Yang Xiao had encountered such a case in her youth.
Ten years ago, after she retired from the Fiery Valley, she encountered such a situation again.
Her grandson, who had only recently arrived at the Fiery Valley, had fallen from a tree while playing and suffered from displaced internal organs.
Watching her beloved grandson vomit incessantly, Yang Xiao, with a heart full of pain, vowed to change the hydrotherapy.
Thus, after years of hard study, Yang Xiao finally developed the massage method.
"Of course, even if I don't give you a massage, you won't be in mortal danger."
Li Qianfan's hands moved upwards, pressing, and he continued, "It will just take a long time for your internal organs to gradually return to their positions. And during this period, you will constantly feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, irritability, weakness in your limbs, and especially a loss of appetite. I suspect that the people from the War Demon Temple deliberately caused your internal organs to be displaced, to make you suffer for a long time. Then, when you finally give in, they would use hydrotherapy to relieve your suffering."
Murong Mingyuan closed her eyes slightly and remained silent.
Li Qianfan asked, "Do you feel much more comfortable now?"
Murong Mingyuan let out a low hum. "Mm."
Li Qianfan casually asked, "Can you tell me your most direct feeling? Because this is the first time I've used this massage technique in practice."
"My most direct feeling—"
Murong Mingyuan opened her eyes. "I think it would be even better if it were your mouth."
Huh?
Li Qianfan was stunned.
Why couldn't that damned left hand be controlled!
Li Qianfan quickly retracted his hand, pulled over the clothes, and threw them onto her. "Alright, get dressed quickly. Next, we need to discuss important matters."
Before discussing important matters, he naturally had to tell Murong Mingyuan how he hadn't frozen to death and managed to infiltrate the camp.
He didn't reveal his secret of being immune to extreme cold to Murong Mingyuan.
She had a rebellious streak in her.
Li Qianfan only said that she might know in the future why he wasn't frozen to death.
He focused on explaining how he had infiltrated the camp and, for two consecutive nights, acted as a ghost to kill people.
"Originally, I was going to go out and kill someone tonight."
Li Qianfan said, "But while I was resting and recuperating in the next room, I heard the walls constantly making thudding noises. Curious, I came out to investigate, and that's when I met Zheng Shu, who was with you. Only then did I realize that you were right next door! Not only you, but also the people from the War Demon Temple, whom I had been searching for days, were here!"
He still felt a bit of lingering fear when he said this.
After all, when he had come here to find a "nest" to rest in, he had carefully observed these containers. And when no one had come out of Container Nine, he had slipped inside.
At that time.
Containers Ten, Eleven, and Twelve seemed to have no one going in or out.
If Li Qianfan had gone to Container Eleven instead of Container Nine!
Then, with just his thermal wear and a light, thin robe, the young master of the War Demon Temple would have surely noticed something was wrong.
A conflict would have been inevitable!
Once a conflict occurred, regardless of whether Li Qianfan was an opponent to the eight masters of the War Demon Temple, his whereabouts would have been exposed.
The plan he had meticulously crafted with Jiao Yin and Murong Mingyuan would have been completely disrupted.
Upon learning from Zheng Shu that Murong Mingyuan was living next door and was currently being interrogated by people from the War Demon Temple, Li Qianfan was both surprised and delighted.
He immediately returned to Container Nine, smeared his face with black ash from the pots used by the dead people to cook their meals, mixed it with some butter, and turned himself into a black person.
Then, he sternly warned Zheng Shu a few times and hid by the door of Container Ten, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.
Only when he felt he could no longer obtain any useful intelligence did he deliberately make some noise to attract the attention of those inside.
After he finished speaking—
Murong Mingyuan, who had already dressed and tidied herself, asked in a low voice, "Did you hear what I said about you possibly betraying me after you died?"
Li Qianfan nodded. "Yes."
Murong Mingyuan then asked, "And what will you do to me?"
"You thought about betraying me, both verbally and in your heart. But you would rather be beaten to death than cooperate with them."
Li Qianfan thought for a moment and spoke frankly. "You are inherently this kind of person, and I'm used to it. As long as I can give you more, you have no reason to betray me."
Murong Mingyuan lowered her head and looked at her toes, remaining silent.
Because what Li Qianfan said was very true, what else could she say?
"Tomorrow night, we will launch the official counter-attack!"
Li Qianfan lit a cigarette, remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Murong Mingyuan and said, "Although you know that I brought you here to use you, I still hope you can provide me with your greatest assistance."