Feng Fuce held onto Zhi’er’s hand.

Zhi’er kept looking back from time to time to check on Qingmei.

Fortunately, although Qingmei had just been deeply shaken, she was forcing herself to stay strong and closely followed them.

She would not collapse unless she personally found Chu Ping.

Feng Fuce followed the traces of the scattered demons, moving forward all the way.

Qingmei exclaimed, "So much blood!"

She pointed to the bushes beside them.

Zhi’er and Feng Fuce looked over.

Under the moonlight, the fresh blood on the leaves appeared dark and black.

Almost the entire piece of land was dyed red.

Chu Ping might have stopped here for a moment.

Qingmei covered her mouth and cried painfully. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

With so much blood, can he really survive?

How badly was Chu Ping injured?

Zhi’er also furrowed her delicate brows, deeply worried.

Feng Fuce’s indifferent words acted like a calming pill.

"He’s not dead, he’s still breathing. But if we arrive late, he might truly be beyond saving."

So, Zhi’er quickly grasped Qingmei and followed Feng Fuce, striding swiftly into the depths of the mountains.

During this, Zhi’er continuously looked around.

If she saw any Soul Hookers from hell, she could stop them immediately.

Fortunately, they quickly found Chu Ping.

As they emerged from the forest, they saw a small stream in the distance.

A bloody figure lay in the water, motionless.

His boots were the only thing not damaged.

Recognizing the white jade embedded at the back of the boots, Qingmei immediately identified him.

This was the pair of shoes Chu Ping had persistently asked her to make.

"Chu Ping!" she sprinted over.

Feng Fuce and Zhi’er reached the nearby area, Qingmei had already turned Chu Ping over, holding him in her arms.

Chu Ping was so badly injured that even Zhi’er couldn’t help but gasp.

His clothes were almost completely burned, it was unclear how he managed to break through such an inferno.

Feng Fuce had taught him survival skills, but what was Chu Ping’s mindset when he was determined to carve a path out of a desperate situation?

He had lain in the stream for so long, the fire on his body had long been extinguished.

However, there were multiple burns, and his face was bruised from beatings.

Chu Ping leaned against Qingmei, with blood still streaming from his forehead.

Qingmei’s tears flowed like rain: "Chu Ping, wake up, Chu Ping!"

Feng Fuce bent down, placing his hand on Chu Ping’s neck to check his pulse.

Frowning slightly, he said to Qingmei, "You should take him by carriage down the mountain to find a doctor."

He was about to help transfer Chu Ping, as Qingmei couldn’t carry him on her own.

Unexpectedly, Qingmei hoisted Chu Ping onto her back.

She carried Chu Ping, walking rapidly.

Zhi’er was surprised, "Sister Qingmei, maybe Brother Ce should help you."

Without turning her head, Qingmei ran towards the carriage.

She said, "It’s fine! I used to carry pigs and catch calves in the Imperial Kitchen, now to save Chu Ping’s life, I’ll only go faster, not slower!"

Feng Fuce held Zhi’er’s hand: "Let her go. You and I should pursue the group who took Guoguo."

Zhi’er nodded heavily.

In her dark, watery eyes, there was a determined sparkle of rage.

"Those people were so ruthless to Chu Ping, we won’t let them just get away!"

Watching Qingmei take Chu Ping, under the escort of two Asura Envoys, rapidly descending the mountain by carriage.

Feng Fuce wrapped his arm around Zhi’er’s waist.

He bowed his head and asked, "Shall we travel a bit faster like this?"

At this point, Zhi’er didn’t care about anything between men and women.

Her focus was on capturing the villains who harmed Chu Ping!

So she nodded vigorously: "Let’s go!"