After a while, Fang Mu seemed to get used to the pain and removed his hand from the murky water in the basin again. At this point, his hand had regained some flexibility and the wound had healed considerably.
After checking the wound, Juan Mu suddenly made a new discovery. A dark blue cloth was placed on the wound on his palm. Half of the cloth stuck to the torn skin. He endured severe pain again. Peel off the black cloth.
He poured a glass of water on the table, put a black cloth into the glass and rinsed it.
After reapplying the medicine and bandaging his hand, Huang Mu looked back at the dark blue cloth. Most of the navy blue fabric has faded. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt that the material and color of the cloth looked a little familiar.
When it was almost noon, Fang Mu heard the sounds of people's activities and interactions in the village again. The girl's parents had just returned.
When Juan Mu woke up, the girl's parents were very happy and said they would slaughter a chicken for her today so that she would have something healthy to eat after recovering from her serious injury.
Fang Mu accepted with a smile, but felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.
They were all very kind to him and took good care of themselves, but...no one asked him what happened on Mount Nun.
No need to ask? Not interested?
Maybe...they were well aware of the fate of those who went into the mountains, or...maybe they were well aware of what happened to them.
In the afternoon, Fang Mu went to visit the village chief again, but when he went to the village chief's house, he found that the village chief was not at home. The person who weled him was the village chief's wife, whom he had never met before. The person who greeted him was an old woman.
Fang Mu wanted to ask where the old village chief was, but the old woman explained in broken Mandarin. He listened carefully and probably understood.
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