In the northwest, at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a small village deep in the mountains and forests.

The village is located in a scenic valley, with dense cedar forests growing on the gently rising slopes behind the village, and a small river at the entrance of the village, where the snow from the melting glaciers of the snow-capped mountains flows day and night. In the distance, there is a large meadow. The meadows stretched out of the valley and joined the wide savannah outside.

At the end of August, autumn is already in full swing here, and the snow can be seen everywhere on the peaks of the distant mountains. The grassland slowly sheds its green, begins to turn from green to yellow--- scenery becomes more beautiful.

The small mountain village in the afternoon is always windy, and the green and yellow grass dances in the wind.

In the northwest of the village, where the grassland meets the mountain forest, a man dressed in the same color as the grassland stumbled forward, but after running two steps, he collapsed due to exhaustion, and after struggling to get up, he ran a few steps and fell again. Repeat it several times, and finally fall into the grass and will not move.

There was a long trail of blood behind him, and the grass where the man's body had fallen was stained red.

The wind continued to blow, the grass swayed harder, and the sky began to change color. The sky, which was originally cloudy and sunny, was already covered by large black clouds. Experienced people know that the sky is about to change.

A young man with a bamboo basket on his shoulder and a sunhat on his head emerges from the cedar forest on the hillside behind the village.

Looking up at the rolling clouds in the sky, he quickened his pace and headed for the village below.

After walking for a while, the young man slowed down and looked carefully at the nearby grass.

"Huh, how can there be blood?"

He crouched down and looked closely.

Soon, he found the wounded man lying in the grass.

He stepped forward and reached out to touch the neck of the man who had fallen to the ground.

There was a pulsation in the arteries, and the man was still alive, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man quickly turned over the man who was lying face down on the ground, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the face of the man lying on the ground.

It was actually a woman, who looked quite young, with short ear-length hair that covered most of her face.

Brushing the woman's hair over her face, a miserable white face came into his eyes.

The woman's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyelids moved, and her brow furrowed, but she didn't open her eyes in the end.

The young man also immediately saw the place where the woman was injured, there was a bloody hole in the middle of her chest, blood was gushing out, and her body was stained red, and there was even more blood on the ground. Without hesitation, he took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom, unscrewed the stopper, poured the medicine inside into the wound where blood was bubbling outward, and applied it evenly with his fingers.

Strange to say, after the powder was poured, the bleeding from the wound quickly stopped.

The young man saw the woman's wound in another place, and there was also a bloody hole in the left thigh, but the bleeding from this wound had basically stopped, and only a small amount of blood was oozing.

"Who is this woman, and why is she injured and falling here?" he wondered.

Confused, he found several things that the woman was carrying, and one of them was a pistol.

After seeing a logo on the woman's dress, the young man did not hesitate to pick up her body and run down the hill as fast as he could.

This woman is quite tall, and her weight is not light, at least more than 100 catties, but the young man still runs fast with her, as if walking on the ground.

The sky began to change color completely, the wind was strong, and then the raindrops the size of beans began to fall.

For a while, the small mountain village was completely immersed in wind and rain, and everywhere was hazy.

Soon, the young man's clothes were soaked, as were the clothes of the woman he was holding in his arms.

After running through the path at the edge of the village, he ran all the way to the hut built on the flat ground of the hillside.

By this time, his clothes and pants were completely soaked, and there was no dry place on the woman's body.

The woman was still in a coma, and because of the massive blood loss, coupled with the rain, her face looked even paler, without a trace of blood.

With his hands and feet neatly peeling off the soaked coat of the injured woman, and forcibly suppressing the restlessness of the woman's body because he saw it up close for the first time, the young man took a quilt and covered the woman's body.

Then he took off his wet clothes and pants at a very fast speed, changed into clean clothes, and didn't care about tidying up, so he hurriedly took out the medicine box in the cabinet, ready to treat the woman.

At this time, the wind continued to blow outside, and the rain was pouring down.

The blood stains left by the place where the woman was injured and fell just now and along the way were blown clean by the storm, leaving no traces.

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