When An Yiran was about to leave, someone else came down from above. That person followed a familiar path and quietly arrived behind An Yiran.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Jun Zhi pushed the man in the wheelchair with one hand and hugged the cat with the other. The cat's eyes glowed in the dim place.
"Wait for me here." Jun Zhi looked at the unconscious man in the wheelchair with a smile in his eyes.
"Give me your legs, and I will make you have endless glory and wealth for the rest of your life."
He threw away the cat in his arms without feeling any distress, and took out a cold dagger from his wide cuff.
"Would I care about your little gold and silver?" She could create unparalleled wealth just by crying, and glory and wealth were just something she could get at her fingertips.
"Your spiritual power is indeed much richer than those of the mermaids, and you are indeed more powerful than them." Jun Zhi slowly approached her, "So you are the daughter of the sea. If you have your legs and inner elixir, my brother will definitely You can stand up."
Sharp nails slowly emerged from An Yiran's hands. Just as she was about to use magic to restrain him, she suddenly felt the lack of spiritual power.
"Don't waste your efforts. This place is imprisoned by me. Otherwise, how do you think I would let you in with confidence? But you are indeed a little smarter than them. You are the only mermaid who has seen the place where you are buried."
With that said, he rushed forward and thrust his knife directly into An Yiran's face.
She gave a cruel smile and said, "You are happy too early."
So the two of them struggled together. Although An Yiran had no weapons in his hands, he was not at a disadvantage.
Her footwork was weird, and she was able to handle it easily even without looking behind her.
Suddenly, Jun Zhi's whole body was tightly tied by chains.
"How can you still use magic!"
An Yiran wiped the palms of his hands with a small handkerchief, "I'm just beating you and breaking your formation at the same time."
"Oh, I'm not as skilled as others, I'm willing to be inferior, I'll kill or behead you as you please!" He tilted his head.
An Yiran repeated that cruel smile again, with vicious eyes.
"Of course, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You know this better than me." She picked up the dagger that Jun Zhi had dropped on the ground and gestured in the air.
The whistling sound seemed to tear the space apart at all.
"My hands are clumsy, please bear with me."
She stabbed into Jun Zhi's knee, gouging out his patella.
Although he remained silent at first, his knees were now stained red with blood. He was twitching in pain on the ground and kept screaming.
"It hurts! Let me go! Let me go!"
An Yiran threw away the dagger. The murderer of her people was right in front of her. She felt that his blood was rotten and smelly.
"That's probably what they begged you for back then."
"Don't you want to heal his leg? Don't worry, I will help you."
An Yiran blocked his mouth with a piece of cloth, and then threw it into the pile of smelly fish tails to bury him. It was impossible to tell that there was a person hidden inside.
She put the man into a deep sleep, then directly pulled away his skin and replaced it with Jun Zhi's patella.
Then the herbal medicine was applied to the wound.
"See? You two brothers have matching kneecaps."
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that no matter whose fish tail it is, even if it is my father's, it cannot be combined with humans and there will definitely be a rejection reaction."
An Yiran pushed the man away, while Jun Zhi's eyes widened in the fishtail pile, and he wanted to scream but couldn't.
Finally, he slowly died under the swarm of maggots. The insects clung to his stiffened body and refused to rest in peace.
Afraid that the man wouldn't be able to bear the pain, An Yiran gave him Ma Fei Powder.
She glanced at the boy standing at the door and said, "Why don't you come over and pick him up?"
When the boy saw that Jun Zhi didn't come out again, he already had an idea in his mind.
He didn't dare to answer, so he could only silently support Young Master Jun's body and walk towards the bedroom with difficulty.
"Ah Qing, go and boil a pot of hot water for me."
"Yes, Master!" Now that Jun Zhi is dead, An Yiran has saved her life. With her, she can still stay in the house and enjoy the glory and wealth. Once she goes out, she will have to sleep in the open and earn a living.
She quickly tried to please An Yiran, and she would do whatever An Yiran said.
The man was lying quietly on the bed, but his legs looked a little bumpy.
She touched his sunken knees. The patellas where they should have been were cut out alive, and the flesh on his legs kept getting red and festering, and now they were pieces of rotten flesh.
He seemed to feel An Yiran's touch, and even in his sleep he reacted slightly, as if it was unbearable pain.
"Master, the water is ready!"
"Then you go down, it's enough for me to be here."
Ah Qing locked the door. She wanted to see if Jun Zhi was dead, so he could come out alive to make her angry.
She used her spiritual power to inspect the situation under the skin, and then used a knife to remove a piece of flesh from his leg.
She slowly picked out all the carrion, and if it went deeper, she might have to scrape down the bones.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the man's head. He grabbed An Yiran's hand in panic as if he was struggling in the water, as if it was the only life-saving straw.
She just let him hold her, and there were a few bloody marks on her wrist.
She used some spiritual energy to attach to his knees to ensure that he would not die from the pain due to infection.
Finally, she applied the herbal medicine and tied it round and round with gauze. Then she fixed it with a wooden board according to the instructions in the medical book. It was considered healed.
An Yiran picked up the pot on the ground and poured some water into the teapot.
She asked for hot water not because of him, but because she simply wanted to taste the tea.
A cup of tea has bottomed out.
"I'm leaving." She didn't know who she was talking to, and the man on the bed wasn't awake yet.
She had stayed here long enough. Now that the culprit who killed her people was dead, there was no need to stay.
She packed some of her clothes into the bag and then left everyone's sight.
She had just left the man who had not been lying on the bed for a long time, as if he had escaped from a flood, and slowly sat up.
He felt a soreness in his legs.
He lifted the quilt and looked at his legs. The legs that had shrunk before had become normal.
"Axi! Axi!"
There were hurried footsteps outside the door.
He rubbed his head, feeling a little sore, but the sensation coming from his legs made him abandon the pain.
"Master! Is your leg okay?"
He shook his head, "I don't know, but it's a good thing to be conscious."
"Second Young Master, he..."
He immediately interrupted the man named Ah Xi and said, "I am an only son."
He was slightly surprised and then nodded, "Yes, that's right."
