Le Xiong slurped his noodles, then scooped up a large spoonful of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce into his mouth. Soon, he was sweating profusely.
Looking at the bowl, which was only left with a bit of red oil at the bottom, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The fermented black bean sauce they were given was incredibly delicious. It just wasn't enough; it was gone in a few bites!
So, he picked up his bowl and trotted over to Old Third's place, hoping to get some more sauce. But when he arrived, he saw there was no sauce left in the basin.
Old Third, with a resentful expression, scooped his noodles into the empty basin. Then, he swirled the noodles around the edge of the basin, wiping all the red oil onto them.
Every bit of food Mu Qing had was exchanged by her master from afar. It was truly hard-won, and in any case, not a single bit could be wasted!
Su Cuiping watched Old Third, a burly man, look like a child who hadn't gotten any candy, his face long and drawn. She couldn't help but want to laugh.
After she finished laughing, she found Su Muqing to ask for another bottle of Lao Gan Ma for him and poured more than half of it into his noodles. Only then did Old Third begin to eat with satisfaction.
This action undoubtedly made the onlookers gnash their teeth again. This strong man was truly blessed!
Le Xiong was the one who felt it most deeply. Tears of envy streamed from the corners of his eyes.
He was somewhat similar to Old Third. Both were tall and burly men with full beards. But Le Xiong thought of his own several wives, and then looked at the young couple.
Tsk tsk! One truly couldn't compare oneself to others!
A simple yet profoundly significant dinner officially concluded a little past eleven o'clock.
Those who were not injured spontaneously formed several teams. They took turns being on night duty, mainly to prevent surprise attacks from the Japanese pirates.
The injured were concentrated and housed in several tents provided by Su Muqing. The rest sat in twos and threes by the fire, huddling together for warmth.
Su Muqing and the others had to constantly monitor the condition of the injured, so they couldn't rest tonight. Thus, the group stayed outside the tents, playing Dou Dizhu.
In the middle of the night, as the patients' conditions were all stable, Su Cuiping and Lin Rongrong could take turns returning to the RV to rest.
At three in the morning, Su Muqing was checking on a patient inside one of the tents. Su Cuiping came out with water for changing bandages.
In a daze! She seemed to see Lin Rongrong, who was supposed to be resting, flash past from the nearby wooden house. Su Cuiping shook her head. Rongrong didn't have such agility, did she?
When she returned with the water, she looked up at the spot again. She still felt something was amiss. "Mu Qing, I thought I just saw Rongrong go to that wooden house. But I'm not sure if it was her."
Su Muqing's heart sank at these words. She quickly ran out of the tent and towards the wooden house.
The wooden house was only a few dozen meters away from the tent. The people living inside were basically the injured from the no-man's-land. They had their own people guarding them.
But when they arrived, they discovered that everyone in the first wooden house had been killed. Even the people taking care of the patients had not escaped the claws of the killer.
Lu Yuzhi and the others quickly dispersed to check if the remaining wooden houses had been attacked. People from other sects, awakened by the commotion, got up to see what had happened and discovered that people had been murdered in the wooden houses.
"We seem to have been drugged." Elder Tianji raised his hand to support his forehead. When he stood up, his body was still a bit unsteady.
Others also felt a heaviness in their heads; it seemed they had all been affected. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Someone is still alive here."
The one who was still alive was a guard. Su Muqing and the others rushed forward to examine him. They found him lying there, his throat slit. The ground was stained red with blood.
Su Muqing quickly stopped the bleeding. The man slowly raised his arm. He was holding a deformed mask, which was none other than Lin Rongrong's mask.
Lin Rongrong had been wearing this mask all night while busy. So, most people present recognized it. The crowd immediately erupted.
Some, completely disregarding the condition of the injured, loudly questioned him, "Did Miss Rong injure you? Did you see her face?"
"I didn't expect it to be Miss Rong who did this."
"Why would she do this?"
The man tightly gripped Su Muqing's hand, his eyes filled with anxiety. He could no longer make a sound from his throat, but he still pouted his lips with effort, forming a lip shape.
Unexpectedly, the lip shape he made looked even more like the character for Rong...
This made everyone even more certain that Lin Rongrong had killed these people. The crowd behind them was agitated, shouting for Lin Rongrong to pay for the blood she had spilled.
The man raised his hand again, his expression somewhat agitated. Before he could do anything else, he finally lost consciousness due to exhaustion.
At this moment, the people from the Thousand Poisons Sect started to stir up trouble again, "The food and drink we had tonight were all provided by Su Muqing, and yet we were all drugged..."
"That's right! Now your person has killed these people, and you're pretending to save them. Are you trying to make us all grateful for your kindness?"
Su Muqing ignored the accusations from behind and was still doing her best to treat the man. She knew this was a frame-up and saw no need for further explanation.
She stood up and said something to Lu Yuzhi. Lu Yuzhi nodded, turned around, and gave instructions to Old Third and a few others. Old Third and the others, upon receiving the order, ran out of the wooden house with solemn expressions.
Su Muqing used a large amount of healing spells. Her priority now was to save his life. He was the only one who might have seen the killer's face; he was a crucial witness, and she absolutely could not let anything happen to him.
Seeing Su Muqing ignoring them and squatting there, doing who knew what, the people from the Thousand Poisons Sect still tried to pull her.
Lu Yuzhi did not want them to disturb Su Muqing's treatment. He directly told Old Third and the others to each grab one, break their limbs, and then throw them outside.
Leng Ren whispered something into his ear, "Xiao Rong is not in the RV."
"Go look," Lu Yuzhi nodded, then quietly instructed.
After about twenty minutes, Su Muqing managed to stabilize the man's vital signs. The entire process relied on healing spells. By the time she stood up, she felt a bit dizzy.
It was at this moment that Leng Ren and the others found the unconscious Lin Rongrong about a mile from the RV. Her outer clothing and mask had been stripped off, and the wound on the back of her head was still bleeding profusely.
The people from other sects, seeing Lin Rongrong being carried back, were still accusing her of staging a pitiful act.
Su Muqing had just recovered some strength. Seeing Lin Rongrong being carried back, she quickly went to check on her condition. Upon realizing the situation was also critical, she immediately cleaned her wound and stopped the bleeding.