A hoarse voice sounded, "If you don't want to die, don't move around, bring her in."
After speaking, he turned around and went back into the house.
"Believe it or not."
Xiao Chen pursed his lips, the only owner of this bamboo house was Hai Tang's grandfather, Hai Yang.
Although he didn't get a clear look at the figure, it should be him.
Glancing at the unconscious Lan Yue, he immediately stood up, carrying Lan Yue in large strides into the dim little bamboo house.
There were no lights in the bamboo house, and strange animal bones hung all over the walls. By the wall, some jars could be vaguely seen.
From time to time, a rustling sound came from inside.
The figure was at the table, reaching out to pick up a small jar from it.
After feeling around for a while, he turned, walked over with the small jar, and spoke directly.
"Turn her wound over."
Xiao Chen pursed his lips and placed Lan Yue sideways on the bamboo chair at the center of the room.
