Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Having lived in the Ancient Tomb for many years, Xiaolongnu was ignorant of human relationships and social etiquette, and even less aware of the concept of tact.

All she knew was that Lu Wushuang was shouting and yelling here, disturbing Yang Guo's rest.

Lu Wushuang looked at the three people on the bed. Huang Rong avoided her gaze, Xiaolongnu told her to leave, and Yang Guo lay there without saying a word.

She felt like a complete joke, a fool who had been completely fooled.

"Fine, you've all ganged up on me." Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears, her eyes becoming extremely resolute. She glanced at Yang Guo, then turned and, dragging her limping leg, limped away.

She ran very fast and almost fell several times.

Her suppressed sobs echoed through the passageway, gradually fading into the distance until they were completely inaudible.

The tomb chamber fell silent once more.

Yang Guo closed his eyes and sighed deeply. This was a huge problem. This girl had a fiery temper; if she ran away in a huff, who knew what the Mongols outside would do to her? But in his current body, he couldn't possibly chase after her.

Li Mochou remained motionless, lying between Yang Guo's legs.

Only after Lu Wushuang disappeared from sight did she gather some strength, support herself on the cold jade bed, and slowly sit up.

Her thin white undergarment was completely soaked with sweat and blood, clinging tightly to her body. Her face was covered in dried scabs, making her look extremely disheveled. But her eyes remained aloof and sharp.

Li Mochou glanced down at Yang Guo's still bleeding right hand and let out a mocking laugh, her tone full of sarcasm.

"You've misplaced your self-inflicted injury." Li Mochou raised her head. "That lame girl is convinced I'm the enemy who killed her entire family. If you take this sword for me today, she'll hate you to the core from now on. Why would you offend your little lover for the sake of a female demon like me?"

Yang Guo opened his eyes and looked at Li Mochou's pale yet still beautiful face. This woman was like a duck—the flesh rotted but the beak remained intact.

"Technician Li, can you be a little softer with your words?" Yang Guo tugged at his chapped lips. "This hand of mine bled for you. If you keep making sarcastic remarks, I might really have to punish you according to family rules."

Li Mochou turned her head away disdainfully and reached out to brush away the stray hairs clinging to her cheek.

"Do I need your help?" Li Mochou's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "That heartless Lu Zhanyuan deserved to die. His entire family was wiped out; it's a blessing in disguise. It's just a pity that the fire back then was too big, turning the entire Lu Family Village into a wasteland. When I got there, there wasn't a single person left breathing. I didn't even have a chance to skin Lu Zhanyuan alive. This girl was lucky to escape, and now it's all my fault. I, Li Mochou, have killed countless people; taking this blame is nothing to me."

Yang Guo had only been listening to Li Mochou's complaints, but upon hearing these words, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

He's a master of deception, and his greatest skill is finding loopholes in other people's words. There's a lot of information in Li Mochou's words.

"Wait." Yang Guo forced his head up, his gaze fixed on Li Mochou's eyes. "What did you just say? When you got there, there wasn't even a breath left?"

Li Mochou frowned, realizing she had let something slip. She turned her head away, avoiding Yang Guo's gaze.

Yang Guo's mind raced. If Lu Family Manor was destroyed by Li Mochou, given her methods, she would definitely have watched Lu Zhanyuan suffer torture and die with her own eyes.

How could she not have seen even a single person breathing?

Moreover, she said that the fire was too big, and arson, as a means of destroying evidence, was completely inconsistent with Li Mochou's arrogant and aloof personality.

She always committed murder openly and honestly, leaving her name behind.

"You didn't set the fire, and you didn't kill anyone," Yang Guo said firmly, staring intently at Li Mochou. "When you arrived at the Lu Family Manor, the entire family had already been wiped out. Isn't that right?"

Li Mochou's expression changed, and her eyes flickered.

But her inherent pride would never allow her to bow her head and admit to being wronged in front of a younger person.

"Stop making wild guesses." Li Mochou's face hardened, her voice turning cold. "Everyone in the world says I destroyed the Lu Family Manor, so that's what I did. I can kill whomever I want; I don't need anyone else to do it for me. Shut up and heal your wounds; stop worrying about these trivial matters."

The more stubborn she was, the clearer Yang Guo's mind became. There was definitely more to the story than met the eye in the Lu Family Manor massacre. Someone had beaten Li Mochou to it, slaughtered everyone in Lu Family Manor, set it on fire, and then pinned the blame firmly on the female demon, Li Mochou.

The real killer was extremely ruthless and meticulous.

Yang Guo kept this point of doubt firmly in mind.

Once he recovers, he must get to the bottom of this matter. This is not only to help Lu Wushuang resolve her inner conflict, but also to find out who was behind it all.

Huang Rong sat to the side, already dressed in her Taoist robe. With her keen intellect, she naturally noticed the flaw in Li Mochou's words.

She glanced at Li Mochou but said nothing.

The grudges and feuds in the martial arts world are complex and intertwined. The Beggars' Clan collects countless pieces of information every day. These old cases can be investigated by the Beggars' Clan disciples in the future to find out the truth.

Little Dragon Girl paid no attention to these messy feuds in the martial arts world. She only saw that Yang Guo's right hand was still bleeding.

She silently moved closer to Yang Guo. She reached out and grabbed the hem of her white dress, ripped it open, and tore off a clean strip of white cloth.

Xiaolongnu gently lifted Yang Guo's right hand.

She first pressed the acupoints around the wound with her fingers to stop the bleeding, and then took a white cloth and wrapped it around the wound round and round.

Her eyelashes were very long, and when she lowered her head, they cast a small shadow on her eyelids.

Looking at Xiaolongnu's serious profile, Yang Guo felt his irritation dissipate considerably.

He gently grasped Xiaolongnu's slightly cool fingers with his other hand, and rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand twice.

"Thank you, Teacher Long," Yang Guo said softly.

Xiaolongnu didn't pull her hand away; she simply looked quietly at his bandaged palm and nodded.

"Don't speak, gather your energy," Xiaolongnu instructed, then released her hand, sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed again, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her breathing.

Yang Guo knew that the most urgent task was to restore his strength. The situation outside was changing rapidly, and Lu Wushuang could be in danger at any moment if she ran away. He had to get his broken body back into function as soon as possible.

He lay flat on his back, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on his body.

The red and black bead in the lower dantian floated quietly in the center of the ruins.

The fact that forcibly mobilizing it just now did not cause a backlash gave Yang Guo some peace of mind.

Although this thing is domineering, its existence has already been acknowledged.

The fiery true energy in the Crimson Palace and the icy true energy in the Niwan Palace began to circulate again.

The two forces alternated along the Ren and Du meridians, moving much faster than before.

Each cycle would draw the extreme cold emanating from the Jade Bed into his meridians, tempering his flesh and blood.

Huang Rong and Li Mochou also calmed their minds and entered a meditative state.