Chapter 31

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The strong man's left leg was cleanly severed! It was temporarily supported by a rope tied to a branch. The wound was already turning purple and black, clearly not fresh, but from some time ago. The dirty blood had soaked through the rope, partially congealing.

"Sir, Sir, how did you end up like this?" Seeing the man's severed leg and the numerous scars on his body, the innkeeper and his wife couldn't stop their tears, turning to Dugu Fu: "Medicine! Our medicine!"

Dugu Fu suddenly realized and quickly handed over the couple's package.

The couple took out cotton cloth and medicine, and with tears streaming down their faces, they began to treat the wound.

If someone's leg was cut off, they would usually faint from the pain, right? Even if they didn't faint, they would typically die from excessive blood loss. This man, however, was not human. He had simply bandaged the wound and continued fighting all the way here. Even Guan Yu's bone scraping to remove poison might not have been as heroic as this!

Dugu Fu felt a lump in his throat, his voice choked, and he couldn't speak.

The strong man, however, managed to laugh: "It's fine, the bleeding has stopped, I won't die. I was unlucky, caught in a tiger trap set by the Tengu. At the time, there were experts chasing me, and I had no other choice, so I cut it off myself. By the way, my name is Li Shier. Brother, you saved my life, but I don't know your name yet."

As he spoke, the innkeeper and his wife finally managed to untie the blood-soaked rope.

A jet of black blood spurted out!

It turned out that Li Shier had used a "卜" (V-shaped) branch to prop up the severed leg, and had haphazardly wrapped it with hemp rope to provide support. However, the constant fighting and exertion had caused the surface to appear as if the bleeding had stopped, but in reality, the area where the branch rubbed was still bleeding profusely, a sight too gruesome to bear.

The innkeeper and his wife were flustered, their cries growing louder, unsure of where to start.

"I'll do it!" Dugu Fu's voice changed pitch, "You two keep watch below and report any enemy movements. My name is Dugu, and my given name is Fu." From his chest, he took out several packets of medicine, opened them, and placed them in front of Li Shier: "I can't tell which ones are more effective, do you know?"

Li Shier's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded: "These are all good stuff, only the Tengu have them... uh, not that you are one." He said with a slight awkwardness. He sniffed them, tasted a bit, and chose two packets, swallowing some directly: "The rest for external use."

"Got it." Dugu Fu nodded, "I'm not a player."

Li Shier glanced at him: "I've fought the Tengu in big and small battles, at least eighty times, I can tell the difference, can't I?"

Dugu Fu fell silent. He was indeed an NPC, but deep down... Li Shier wasn't wrong; he wasn't a native NPC.

Seeing him dazed, Li Shier shook his head: "It doesn't matter. There are good people among the Tengu, though very, very few."

"Ah!" Dugu Fu sighed, no longer trying to distinguish, and drew a short knife and a porcelain jar, "The medicine will help with the pain. I'll scrape off the rotten flesh from your wound, disinfect it with alcohol, and then bandage it. It will be quite painful, so bear with it."

"Alcohol?" Li Shier's eyes instantly brightened, staring at the porcelain jar, "Is this alcohol?" Without waiting for Dugu Fu's answer, he grabbed the jar, broke the seal, and took a deep breath: "Indeed, it's alcohol! Good alcohol! Good alcohol!" He tilted his head back, "Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

The porcelain jar, though not large, could hold about one and a half to two pounds of the strongest liquor. Dugu Fu had prepared it not for drinking but for disinfection. In the blink of an eye, more than half the jar was gone.

"Phew... Ha!" Putting down the jar, Li Shier burped, his pale face instantly becoming much rosier, "Refreshing! Refreshing! To be able to drink such a jar of good alcohol, I can die with my eyes closed! Haha!"

"..." Shaking the nearly empty jar, Dugu Fu was speechless.

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During the treatment, the players below the cliff did not give up.

Some tried every means to rush up, but were dealt with one by one by the traps Dugu Fu had set up in advance; others tried to find a way around and climb from other places.

However, Dugu Fu had chosen this place for a reason. The front was the easiest to climb, while the other areas were even more treacherous. Even if they managed to climb up, they would not be on the same level, possibly higher or lower, and would have to find their way again. Before they could do so, they would fall into the traps.

The traps were not complicated, made from local materials, but they were well-hidden and effective.

A former front-line commander dealing with players from the lowest-level world was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The number of pursuing players was not large, about ten to twenty. Three were killed by Li Shier, one fell to his death, and several more were killed by the traps... When their numbers dropped to single digits, they finally stopped their futile attempts and began waiting for reinforcements, for the dead to respawn, and for siege equipment to arrive.

Although they had bags, they could not carry large tools exceeding a certain size.

Dugu Fu finished treating Li Shier's wound, sweating profusely. Li Shier, however, didn't make a sound throughout the process. After taking the medicine, replenishing his blood, and having his wound bandaged, he was in high spirits, as if nothing had happened.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Dugu Fu finally had time to greet the pretty, delicate little girl standing beside him: "Little girl, my name is Dugu, and my given name is Fu. You can call me by my name. What's your name?"

"Dugu Fu? Didn't you just say...?" The little girl wasn't very smart, but she realized Dugu Fu's trap as soon as she spoke. She didn't get angry, just smiled faintly, showing a bit of maturity beyond her years.

Seeing the little girl, the innkeeper's wife's maternal instincts kicked in, and she pulled her into her arms: "Sir, is this the child you saved from Matou Mountain? She's so beautiful!" She stroked the little girl's hair: "Child, where are your parents? How did you get captured by the bandits?"

Suddenly noticing the bloodstains on the ground and on their clothes, she quickly covered the little girl's eyes: "No wonder you didn't speak, you must have been scared. Oh, oh, don't be afraid, it's all over now. Pat, pat, no need to be scared..."

The little girl struggled slightly: "My mother died early, and I lived with my father. I'm not afraid; I've seen a lot of fighting and blood. The sound I hear the most is the sound of bones breaking."

The little girl's words made the innkeeper's wife even more sympathetic: "Poor child, what's your name? You haven't told Auntie yet."

Dugu Fu's ears perked up; something the little girl said sounded familiar.

"My surname is Gong, and my name is Gong Ruomei." The little girl answered sweetly.

Dugu Fu suddenly trembled.

Li Shier was looking at him out of the corner of his eye and, seeing his reaction, laughed out loud.

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