Finally done with the bandaging.
Fang Che felt like he turned into a mummy, frowning as he looked himself over, puzzled, "Do I really have that many wounds? I look like a zongzi."
Zhao Ying'er rolled her eyes, "There are a few smaller ones, I figured they wouldn't matter, so I didn't bandage them."
Fang Che shivered with disgust.
He quickly stepped into the cemetery, retrieving both Ge Fei's sword and Zhao Ying'er's sword, and said, "Let's go."
The mist rose in the Heroic Spirit Cemetery.
The two supported each other, slowly descending the mountain.
Through the dense fog, their voices could be heard.
"It's been so long, yet the people guarding the cemetery here haven't shown up," Zhao Ying'er said puzzled, "Should we go take a look?"
"No need, they're probably already killed by him..."
Fang Che sighed.
"...No wonder he wasn't worried about coming over, he must have already... That damn demon."
Zhao Ying'er said resentfully.
Their voices gradually faded away.
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