Ke Wuwen knew that everyone was tired from fighting the evil spirits for so long. Hearing Tong Zheng ask for water, he didn't think much and quickly replied, "Okay, Brother Tong, I'll go right away. Wait for me."
He then ran out of the thatched hut to find water.
Chi Hao was very angry, not at others, but at himself. If he hadn't carelessly let one evil spirit break through, Jing Minghe wouldn't have been injured.
The angrier Chi Hao became, the lower the pressure around him dropped, reaching a point where even Jing Minghe could not ignore it.
He reached out and gently patted Chi Hao's arm. Jing Minghe asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Brother Hao? Who made you unhappy?"
"You're injured, don't move around."
Jing Minghe smiled and said, "This injury is nothing. I've had much worse injuries during competitions before. Such a minor wound is nothing to me."
"Oh?" Chi Hao carefully supported Jing Minghe's injured arm. "Aren't you very skilled?"
"Of course I'm skilled. I'm a consecutive champion, undefeated," Jing Minghe couldn't help but say more when he rarely talked about outside matters. "Even if some people don't play by the rules and always use petty tricks like hiding sharp objects in their gloves, they still can't beat me. What do you think? Am I amazing?"
"Hiding sharp objects?" Chi Hao's expression turned displeased, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who was it?"
Jing Minghe couldn't see Chi Hao's expression and casually waved his hand, replying, "Why are you asking? You wouldn't know them even if I told you. Just tell me, am I amazing or not."
"Mhm, you are the most amazing."
Although Chi Hao answered this way, he silently made a note. In the future, when he went out, he would definitely find out who dared to play dirty and injure Jing Minghe in the arena, and then beat that bastard severely, to the point where he couldn't get up for the rest of his life.
Soon, Youmi came back with all the medicines she had brought and voluntarily shared some with Chi Hao. She could tell that Chi Hao wanted to personally treat Jing Minghe's wounds.
While helping Tong Zheng and Jiang Zheng with their injuries, Youmi said, "We've found the blood jade pestles corresponding to the names of the evil spirits in the east, south, and west. In the north, we only found Zhu Huai, and one is unknown. I've kept the remaining three blood jade pestles separately for easier access later."
Jing Minghe said, "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Youmi."
"And me too." Ke Wuwen returned with water and distributed it to everyone. Hearing Jing Minghe talking to Youmi, he immediately raised his hand. He wasn't trying to take credit, but rather wanted an opportunity to speak to Jing Minghe and hopefully get some praise from his idol.
Jing Minghe nodded and smiled, "Yes, you've worked hard too, Wuwen."
"Hiss… Brother Hao, why did you suddenly use so much force?" Jing Minghe tilted his head and leaned closer to Chi Hao, joking, "Are you trying to kill me and inherit my brilliant brain?"
"Sorry."
"..." Jing Minghe twitched the corner of his mouth. He was just joking. Chi Hao's serious apology made it difficult for him to respond.
"Did I hurt you?" Chi Hao asked softly, with an apologetic tone.
Jing Minghe shook his head, "No, I was just kidding."
"It's bandaged. I'll let you lie down and rest for a bit," Chi Hao paused and added, "Or, do you want to rest leaning on me?"
"!? " Jing Minghe was speechless. Chi Hao's joke was truly a bit too dry. "No, I'll lie down and rest. You should rest too."
He then said to the others, "Everyone has worked hard just now. Take this chance to get some sleep. We'll go kill ghosts tomorrow."
Although everyone was tired, they didn't feel like resting.
Jiang Zheng hesitated for a moment and asked Jing Minghe, "Do you know how to find those eight evil spirits? Even if you can see their names appearing on their foreheads, if they deliberately hide from you, this village isn't small, but it's not tiny either. And the six of us can't act alone, as only you can see them."
"Don't worry," Jing Minghe said, lying relaxed on the bed. "We have a secret weapon. It won't be difficult to find those eight evil spirits."
"Secret weapon?"
Tong Zheng and Jiang Zheng asked in unison, "What is it?"
"That big wolf."
As if to cooperate with Jing Minghe's words, the big wolf curled up at the entrance of the thatched hut let out a timely bark, reminding everyone of its presence.
Ke Wuwen tilted his head and looked at the big wolf at the door, asking curiously, "Idol, why can this big wolf help us find the eight great evil spirits?"
Jing Minghe replied, "Because it was the one that led Brother Hao and me to the land temple to find Guan Wei before. So, I believe it can definitely help us find the eight great evil spirits."
"Wow, that's great," Ke Wuwen said, admiringly. "This wolf is so cool!"
"Speaking of this wolf," Jiang Zheng began, "When I hid underground that night, I accidentally saw a line of text on a stone tablet deeper underground. I don't know who left it."
Ke Wuwen immediately leaned in and asked, "What did it say? Is it related to the dungeon?" Su Dan Novel Network
"It should be related, but it's not very useful to us. So, if it hadn't mentioned this wolf, I would have almost forgotten."
He paused, and Jiang Zheng recalled, "The sentence seemed to be, 'I will fulfill the regrets you left behind,' and next to this line of text was a drawing of a wolf."
Tong Zheng mused, "Could this wolf be related to Xiao Rou? But in all the stories we know about Xiao Rou, there's no mention of a wolf."
"Perhaps..." Youmi speculated with some hesitation, "This wolf is actually related to the man Xiao Rou liked? Or even..."
Youmi's words trailed off, but Jing Minghe understood and added, "Or even, it *is* that man."
As Jing Minghe finished speaking, everyone's gaze fell upon the big wolf. The wolf lay quietly at the entrance, as if it couldn't understand what they were saying.
Ke Wuwen, thinking of something, suddenly asked, "If this wolf is that man, why is it so close to Idol? And why does it listen to Idol so obediently?"
Jing Minghe bent one leg and proudly dangled it. "Perhaps it's because of my irresistible charm?"
Chi Hao placed his hand on Jing Minghe's chest. "Little Jing with irresistible charm, you can rest now."
Hearing the name "Little Jing" suddenly, Jing Minghe's heart trembled. It had been a long time since anyone had called him that. Although he didn't know why Chi Hao suddenly called him Little Jing, the name felt both familiar and nostalgic, evoking a sense of melancholy.
"Okay, I'll rest now."
After responding to Chi Hao, Jing Minghe noticed that Chi Hao's hand on his chest hadn't moved. He unconsciously reached out and grasped that hand, slowly moving it towards his own chest. He knew very well that the person whose hand he used to hold while sleeping had been gone for a long time, and the hand he was holding now belonged to someone else.