In the deep of winter, little animals all hibernate, making it a challenge for the larger beasts that do not need to slumber to find food. So, when they come across a tasty morsel, how could they let it go?
This person must have been fleeing from somewhere nearby to end up here, but it seems he still couldn’t escape the pursuit of the pack of jackals. One can only say his luck was too good.
Around him lay a few jackal corpses, and not far off, another person lay motionless on the ground, probably already dead, as several jackals that hadn’t joined the attack on this man were now tearing apart that body.
The living man was clearly exhausted, and covered in wounds, with one arm hanging limply at his side. He was only wielding the treasure sword with his other arm, but it looked like he wouldn’t last more than three or five minutes.
Yang Ruxin felt a chill running through her body at the sight. After all, although she had been in fights before, she had never killed anyone. Looking at the man before her, she did not want to invite trouble, but she couldn’t remain indifferent either.
Of course, it was out of the question for her to take on the jackal pack. But Xiaolun was capable. She immediately tapped Xiaolun’s head.
Xiaolun shot out in an instant.
A streak of green light flashed by, and then the largest jackal in the pack suddenly fell to the ground, and almost instantly, it stopped breathing.
The pack of jackals panicked. After all, that was their leader. Their leader had just died in an instant, so...
After killing the pack’s leader, Xiaolun didn’t continue the attack but instead perched on the leader’s head, hissing at the jackals, and Zizi’s voice made all the animals shiver.
Eventually, the jackal pack ceased its attack. Their sense of danger was very sharp. The small green snake that had killed their leader instantly was very dangerous. So...another jackal called out, then all the jackals started retreating and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Only then did Yang Ruxin step forward, "How are you doing?"
The man finally let out a sigh of relief and then forcefully planted the treasure sword into the ground to support his body and keep from falling. He lifted his blood-splattered face and glanced at Yang Ruxin, "Thank..." But before he could finish speaking, he collapsed onto the snowy ground and lost consciousness.
It didn’t surprise Yang Ruxin. That the man had held on for so long was already impressive. She checked on him and found he was still breathing. It seemed she had to save him to the end. However, she couldn’t carry him down the mountain, but people without consciousness could be brought into her magic space.
She brought not only the man into her space but also the four dead jackals. Their parts could be used in potions; she could just hand them over to Old Man Dao Xuzi later.
She buried the man half-eaten by the jackals in a hastily dug grave, then hurried down the mountain.
Yang Ruxin went to the courtyard she had been at before; she didn’t want to take this man to her small building. She transferred the man onto the kang bed and placed the jackal corpses in the courtyard as well. Then she sent Xiaolun to fetch her master while she cleaned the man up.
When she had wiped the man’s face clean, Yang Ruxin could not help but widen her eyes and click her tongue twice, "With such a face, if you stuffed two steamed buns down his front, he wouldn’t need plastic surgery to pass as a woman." Even though his eyes were closed, his face was excessively delicate—so beautiful that even women might not compare. And if he were to open his eyes... she could only imagine the devastating charm that would be.