What kind of vitality is that?
She felt a vague sense of fear, and instinctively lowered her fingers and took a step back.
However, in that very instant, the dying man suddenly opened his eyes!
The glassy eyes emitted an eerie light, illuminating her pupils for a fleeting moment. The person seemed to have concentrated all remaining power into those eyes, fixing them on her. Their pale lips moved, uttering two words: "Save...me..."
Her mind wavered for a moment, as if some external force had suddenly invaded her brain.
Bewitching eyes?! In just a moment, she suddenly realized.
Without a second thought, she swiftly extended her hand from her sleeve, placing it between the two of them.
"Ah." The person on the snow let out a short, low cry, his body suddenly went limp, and he fell silent.
She stood in the wind, feeling a cold sweat all over her body, and a chill ran through her.
He held a delicate diamond-shaped mirror in his palm—a common cosmetic item for women.
The instant her demonic eyes opened, at the critical moment, she swiftly reached out to block them, using the mirror to counterattack the opponent's focused eye technique.
That is the only way to restrain this kind of strange magic.
However, after escaping, she experienced a strong sense of disorientation, as if she had seen something in the instant the other person opened their eyes. Those eyes… those eyes… so familiar, just like those from over a decade ago…
"Valley Master, are you alright?" Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Greenie had only just reacted.
"That was close... cough," she mumbled, pulling her cold hands back into her sleeves. "I almost fell for it."
Greenie finally came to her senses and flew into a rage: "How dare you scheme against Miss? This ungrateful wretch!"
"Never mind." Xue Ziye stopped her sword strike and shook her head slightly. "Take him away."
"Huh?" Greenie opened her mouth wide in surprise.
Should we save someone like this? Even if he's good-looking, isn't he still a venomous snake that will bite back once it recovers?
"Let's go." Her cough worsened, as if the cold air was freezing her lungs. "Let's go back quickly."
“Oh…” Green dared not disobey her, so she dragged the unconscious person up from head to toe and followed him.
She walked through the snowfield, the wind whistling past her ears.
A chill crept in, as if to freeze the blood in my body, just like that night twelve years ago.
However, when will the warmth that once existed return?
"Xuehuai." She looked at the snowflakes falling in the void, coughed, and suddenly murmured.
Xuehuai... was it just my imagination? Just now, in that person's eyes, I actually... saw you.
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Part Two: The First Night of Snow
Huo Zhanbai didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up, it was already dusk outside.
What came into view were nine jade tablets hanging on the wall, carved with orchid and lingzhi patterns—were those the Resurrection Tokens that had been revoked this year? The Medicine Master Valley only issues ten Resurrection Tokens a year and is only willing to treat ten patients at a high price, so these jade tablets have become the death-exemption tokens that everyone in the martial arts world is fighting over.
However, it seems that we've already seen most of this year's ten.
He tried to turn his head, but his neck felt like it was broken. Out of the corner of his eye, he only caught a glimpse of Snowhawk standing on its perch, its head drooping as it dozed off. A set of fine needles burned on a silver lamp, and the aroma of medicine wafted from a silver lamp beside it, rich and strong.
He suddenly felt at ease—
That familiar atmosphere was the only harbor I could find amidst eight years of relentless running and fighting.
"You're really tough." The moment I opened my eyes, I heard a familiar sneer, "As expected, you won't die."
He turned his head with difficulty and saw the red-hot needles spinning nimbly in the slender hands of the woman in purple.
Xue Ziye... For a fleeting moment, a smile appeared on his lips.
The woman raised an eyebrow, selecting suitable needles while still taking a moment to sneer, "Hey, are you trying to cling to this place? You owe me 100,000 yuan per consultation, and you've owed me six times already. Are you really planning to pay off your debt with your body?"
"Damn woman." He moved his lips, wanting to retort, but only a dry, monotonous sound came from his throat.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I just gave you the Nine-Flower Qi Gathering Pill. It's very potent, so you probably won't be able to speak for a while." Xue Ziye looked at the person wrapped up like a dumpling on the bed, glaring resentfully, and a mocking smile appeared on her face. "Shut up obediently. It'll hurt a lot later."
Dead woman.
He stared at the set of twenty-four silver needles in her hand, which had been quenched over a lamp, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Scared now?" Noticing his subconscious action, she laughed even harder.
Without any warning or indication, she turned and sat down in front of him. With both hands moving simultaneously, twenty-four silver needles were pierced into his joints almost at the same time. She didn't even glance at them, yet she had already swiftly and flawlessly inserted the needles into his acupoints!
His speed and accuracy in identifying acupoints are truly astonishing.
The excruciating pain that assaulted his entire body made him scream, but a cloth was promptly stuffed into his mouth.
"Don't shout and frighten the other patients," she said coldly, slowly manipulating the silver needles with her hand, adjusting the depth and direction of the needle insertion, until he was sweating profusely while groaning with a cloth in his mouth. She then put her hand down. "The acupoints are sealed—I'll change the dressing on your face first, and then I'll bandage all the holes in your body later."
After the excruciating pain subsided, Huo Zhanbai felt much better. He tried to spit out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, his eyes following her movements.
Strange, there doesn't seem to be any serious injury on his face, just a few scratches.
"Hey, don't be so stubborn. What's more important than your face?" Seeing the question in his eyes, Xue Ziye patted his cheek and said in an uncompromising tone, "To be honest, how much do you owe me for medical treatment? You only have one Resurrection Token, yet you've been coming to see me for eight years—if it weren't for the fact that your face is somewhat presentable, I would have kicked you out long ago."