The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

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Before Zhou Qing could react, blood started spurting from his index finger.

It even made a sound!

As soon as Zhou Qing thought of the introduction just now, he screamed.

"Help——"

Then he hurriedly ran out, after all, with half of his blood flowing out, he didn’t know if he could handle it.

If he fainted at home, no one would know.

As soon as he ran out, he thought of something and quickly pressed with his hand, but the blood still splattered outside.

The wound was just that small, not expanding.

It seemed that the speed of bleeding also had something to do with the wound caused by the Broken Sword. Of course, the result was still the same.

One was chronic, the other was heavy bleeding.

"Spiritual Power can’t stop the bleeding, it’s actually true, this is too abnormal!"

After confirming that he couldn’t stop the bleeding, Zhou Qing became even more flustered.

He hurriedly ran towards Yan.

"Third Brother, Third Brother, open the door, I know you’re inside, just open the door!" Zhou Qing pounded heavily.

Soon, a sound of a fall came from the courtyard, followed by Yan Xiaohu stumbling to open the door.

Yan Xiaohu, with two dark circles under his eyes, looked at Zhou Qing helplessly.

"Little Four, what are you doing so early in the morning? After being attacked yesterday, I was worried until after midnight and just fell asleep not long ago. Yes, I admit I’ve knocked on your door several times in the morning, but there’s no need for such reciprocation. You’re not that stingy..."

Zhou Qing grabbed Yan Xiaohu anxiously, his lips pale, and said, "Brother, help."

As soon as he heard this, Yan Xiaohu woke up instantly. He pulled Zhou Qing behind him, drew out his broadsword, and looked outside warily.

"Did they come again so soon? Chasing us all the way here, that’s underestimating me, the Sword Tyrant Yan Xiaohu! Come out, I’ve already seen you. Sneaking around isn’t manly, your Master Hu is here, come and duel if you dare——"

Yan Xiaohu shouted loudly.

"Little Four, I’ve scared him away, quickly send a message to Master..."

"Brother, no one is chasing me, wait, someone was chasing me, but he’s gone now, look!"

Zhou Qing hurriedly interrupted Yan Xiaohu and then quickly stretched out his index finger to show him.

Upon hearing that the person had run away, Yan Xiaohu finally relaxed. Then he looked at Zhou Qing’s finger, still spurting blood, and blinked.

"What happened, did you get pricked by a needle?" Yan Xiaohu asked.

Zhou Qing shook his head repeatedly, anxiously saying, "No, the bleeding won’t stop. Anyway, you can’t help it either. I just mean, if I faint or something happens, please take care of me."

Hearing Zhou Qing’s words, Yan Xiaohu laughed loudly.

Then, he craned his neck to take a closer look, but accidentally got blood splattered on his face and quickly stepped back to wipe it off.

"This really is like being pricked by a small knife—opened an eye, Little Four, when did you become so fragile? Just stop the bleeding with such a small wound!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohu immediately took out a bandage from his Storage Bag and wrapped it around Zhou Qing, but soon, the blood soaked through it.

"What?" Yan Xiaohu was stunned. He tightened the bandage, but it quickly turned red.

"I refuse to believe this!" Yan Xiaohu quickened the speed, competing with the bleeding speed.

Seeing that a finger was wrapped into the size of a beehive, Yan Xiaohu was panting heavily. Zhou Qing quickly stopped him.

Now his heartbeat was intense, cold sweat was all over his body, and he was already showing severe anemia symptoms.

"Third Brother, enough useless effort, just take care of me later."

Zhou Qing said with a pale face and then went straight into the house, lying down on the bed feeling dizzy.

Seeing Yan Xiaohu following in with a confused face, Zhou Qing weakly said, "Third Brother, although your house is quite messy, getting it stained with blood isn’t good. Get me a basin to catch the blood."

Zhou Qing took off the bandage on his hand.

Yan Xiaohu clicked his tongue, stepped forward, looking at the finger still bleeding, frowned, and immediately took out two Hemostatic Pills.

"Swallow them, I refuse to believe this!"

Zhou Qing shook his head, lips pale, and said, "Third Brother, it’s useless, you should quickly get me some blood replenishing things."

"Stop talking, hurry up and eat them, constantly bleeding isn’t a solution!"

Yan Xiaohu pried Zhou Qing’s mouth open and fed him the two pills forcefully.

"Don’t worry. My Hemostatic Pills are good stuff. At most five breaths, no, three breaths will take effect, you’ll see. But you’ll have to pay me afterward, I did spend money on them, but I can give you a discount!"

Yan Xiaohu rubbed his hands embarrassedly.

An hour later!

Yan Xiaohu, sitting on a stool, looked at the still bleeding finger in disbelief.

Especially the almost full copper basin below.

"No way... such a small wound... how come... this is bizarre, Little Four, can you still hear me?"

Yan Xiaohu gently shook Zhou Qing.

Now Zhou Qing’s face was pale, his breath weak, in a semi-conscious state.

"No, I have to find Master, at this rate, he’ll die from blood loss!"

At this moment, Yan Xiaohu finally got scared and quickly sent a message to Mo Xingjian.

"Little Four, don’t worry, Master will be here soon, hold on!" Yan Xiaohu hurriedly comforted.

He cursed the one who ambushed Zhou Qing over and over. What did he use to prick him, why won’t it stop bleeding?

But as time passed, Mo Xingjian never came.

He took out his Identity Token again, looked at the message sent to Mo Xingjian: [Master, Little Four’s hand got pricked and it keeps bleeding, come quickly.]

Nothing wrong, was Master busy or didn’t see it?

Then, gritting his teeth, he replaced the basin, activated the courtyard Barrier, and rushed to Mo Xingjian’s residence.

Shortly after, Yan Xiaohu rapidly came back carrying a struggling Mo Xingjian.

"Third, I told you I was busy, can you two let me have some peace?"

"Let me quietly tell you, the Sect Leader has already sent people to secretly protect you two. Since there’s been no word, that means no one was attacking you."

"Put me down, this is just too much, isn’t it just a prick on the hand, how big of a deal can it be, just stop the bleeding."

.........

When Mo Xingjian saw Zhou Qing lying on the bed, he froze in place.

Zhou Qing’s face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyeballs under the eyelids trembled slightly, as if enduring great pain.

His body didn’t move, only his slightly heaving chest showed he was still alive.

And a finger was still bleeding profusely, with a basin thoughtfully placed below it.

No, there was another basin beside it, nearly full. The entire room, apart from the smell of stinky socks, was filled with a strong scent of blood.

"Didn’t you try to stop the bleeding!"

Mo Xingjian shouted, quickly trying to stop the bleeding.

Yan Xiaohu opened his mouth but didn’t know how to explain.

Shortly after, the master and disciple quietly sat by the bed, looking at the finger that was still bleeding, both silent.