Chapter 368 370:

He had not worn a mask today, and his face looked as beautiful as a dream in the quiet night, with delicate facial features, a slightly pointed chin, and fair and almost transparent skin. It had an unreal feeling, like a jade sculpture of ice and snow.

Perhaps because he had his eyes closed, his body lost a bit of the cold and deadly murderous aura, and became a bit softer.

A rush of footsteps came from outside the cave. Ye Wushang's long eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

A moment later, a slender and tall female figure appeared in the cave, holding a pile of dry firewood from branches in one hand and a bag of herbs and wild fruits in the other.

After entering the cave, she glanced at Ye Wushang, quickly put down the dry firewood, took out the fire sticks from her arms and started a fire skillfully.

Then he took out the wild fruit and handed it to Ye Wushang, saying softly: "Wushang, I picked this in the forest, you can eat some."

However, Ye Wushang seemed like a lifeless ice sculpture, sitting there motionless, as if he had not heard her words, and did not even open his eyes.

Qiyexue seemed to have long been accustomed to his personality and didn't care. Instead, she put the wild fruits aside and took out the herbs, opened the water bag and soaked a handkerchief.

"Wushang, let me help you take care of your wounds first."

Saying that, Qiyexue leaned over and raised her hand to lift his clothes.

Ye Wushang opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed her wrist, and looked at her without any warmth in his eyes as pure as glass but empty.

Even Qiyexue, who was accustomed to seeing the tip of a knife licking blood, felt a chill in her heart when he stared at her.

She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at her hands, her eyebrows slightly twisted, "Wushang, you hurt me, I just want to help you deal with the wound."

Ye Wushang looked at her for a while, then let go of his hand coldly, and coldly said two words:

"No need."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep against the stone wall behind him, his whole body exuding a kind of indifference that would make people thousands of miles away.

Qiyexue glanced at her wrist, which had a red bruise on it, and a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes, "Wushang, your injury may worsen if it is not treated in time."

"I just collected some herbs. Just let me take a look at them, okay? At least I need to clean the wound and stop the bleeding."

Ye Wushang did not open his eyes to look at her, but said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Qiyexue couldn't help but sigh softly, "You are always like this, isolating yourself from everyone's concern and not letting anyone enter your world. But..."

"If you don't take good care of your body, how will you complete the mission assigned by the Lord? You have also seen that Lin Wanyue has countless masters around her. How easy is it to kill her?"

"Seeing that the deadline set by the Lord is approaching, how are you going to kill her with this new injury and old injury? If you still fail..."

Thinking of those cruel and perverted and inhumane punishments, Qiyexue couldn't help clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white before slowly loosening her fists.

"Wushang, you must recover from your injuries, and we will find a way to kill him with one strike."

"If you don't want me to help you, I'll put the herbs and water here and you can handle it yourself. I'll wait for you outside."

After Qiyexue finished speaking, she stared at him for a while. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she could only sigh and put down the things, and then walked out of the cave.

…

A villa in the suburbs of Beijing, a loft in the water.

In the secret room, Nangong Mo was enduring the pain of the Nine Netherworld Curse.