One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The girl was carrying a small bamboo basket.

It was filled with more than half a basket of freshly picked herbs.

She did not run away like those wild beasts.

A pair of clear, large eyes silently passed over the corpse on the ground.

It landed on the white-clad youth, whose body was crackling with electricity, standing at the base of the tree.

Abao tilted his head.

She didn't understand what it meant to be possessed by a demon.

All she saw was an older brother sitting under the tree.

The older boy was pale and his body was trembling intermittently.

"He looks like he's in a lot of pain."

Ah Bao made a simple judgment in his mind.

Without hesitation, she picked up the bamboo basket.

Despite the repulsive force, she walked step by step to Zhang Tianyi.

She could only see it clearly when she got closer.

This older brother has many cuts on his arm.

There was no blood inside, only a blinding light shooting out.

Ah Bao squatted down.

She stretched out her pretty little hand, wanting to feel the other person's forehead.

Oh!

The fingertips had just touched Zhang Tianyi's skin.

"hiss--"

Ah Bao gasped and instinctively withdrew his hand.

A charred burn mark immediately appeared on her fair finger.

The skin and flesh were torn apart, and the pain was excruciating.

She frowned, her pretty brows furrowed, and looked down at her injured finger.

If it were any other girl, she would probably have run away crying by now.

But Abao didn't.

She simply put her burned finger to her lips and gently blew on it twice.

It seems like all you need to do is blow on it.

That piercing pain seemed to drift away with the wind.

After blowing.

Ah Bao took off the large straw hat from his head.

It was carefully placed over Zhang Tianyi's head to shield him from the relentless, icy rain.

then.

She placed the bamboo basket in the muddy water and began rummaging through it with her little hands.

Pick out a few freshly picked hemostatic and tissue-regenerating herbs with thick leaves.

Conditions in this remote mountain area are rudimentary.

There was no mortar and pestle, nor any gauze.

Abao naturally put the few herbs covered in rainwater into his mouth.

His cheeks bulged as he chewed slowly.

The bitter, fishy taste of the herbs spread in my mouth.

She just wrinkled her nose slightly.

Continue chewing the herbs until they form a smooth paste.

She spat the herbal paste into her palm.

Once again, it reached out towards Zhang Tianyi's arm, which was covered in lightning.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The raging thunder energy, like a hedgehog that has been provoked, kept burning her delicate palms.

But this time, Abao didn't back down.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to endure the stinging and burning sensation.

Stubbornly yet gently, he applied the warm herbal paste, bit by bit, to Zhang Tianyi's cracked wound.

one more time.

Even though the back of her hand was marked with red welts from the electric arcs, her movements remained steady.

In this cold and cruel rainy night in the desolate mountains.

A naive young girl is clumsily trying to mend the wounds of the "god".

After applying the medicine.

Ah Bao stood up and stretched his slightly sore ankles.

She glanced at Zhang Tianyi, who was leaning against the tree with his brows still furrowed, and muttered something under her breath:

"It's raining. You'll get sick if you sleep here. Let me take you back inside."

She turned around and squatted down with her back to Zhang Tianyi.

She grabbed his arm with both hands and draped it over her thin shoulders.

"Get up."

With a soft shout.

Ah Bao used his legs to push off and stood up steadily.

Zhang Tianyi is an adult male with a large frame and is definitely not light.

But Abao walked without staggering at all.

She grew up in these mountains.

Her father, who had passed away many years ago, did not teach her any earth-shattering techniques, but he ensured that his precious daughter had a very solid foundation.

This is also the source of A Bao's confidence to go up the mountain alone to collect herbs, unafraid of danger.

Zhang Tianyi rested her chin on A Bao's shoulder.

The lightning within him continued to leak out from time to time.

The tiny arcs of electricity constantly stung A Bao's back.

Abao gritted his teeth and lifted the person up a bit.

The mountain road was muddy and slippery, making it difficult to travel.

Ah Bao walked slowly, but every step he took was firm and steady.

The older brother on his back would occasionally let out a muffled groan of pain.

The tearing forces within his body seemed poised to rip him apart at any moment.

Ah Bao felt a shiver run down his back.

“My mother said that when you are in pain, listening to music will make the pain go away.”

Ah Bao thought to himself.

She took a deep breath of the cool air, which carried the fresh scent of earth.

Amidst the pattering rain.

The girl's clear, crisp voice echoed gently through the empty mountain forest.

It is a local Sichuan children's song.

"The moon moves... I move too..."

"I'll carry the moon's bag..."

Her voice wasn't loud, and the tone was rather flat, lacking any subtlety or finesse.

But it exudes a kind of purity that brings peace to the heart.

"Inside the pocket... were peppercorns..."

"Sichuan peppercorns are spicy... I'll buy winter melon..."

"Winter melon is sweet...buy a boat..."

A chilly autumn rain, a muddy mountain path.

A young girl carrying a young man on her back, and that slow, leisurely nursery rhyme.

Chapter 427 Once I'm better, I'll protect you for life.

The autumn rain gradually subsided.

It turned into a fine drizzle.

The mountain road was muddy.

Abao carried Zhang Tianyi on his back, but his small steps were quick and light.

The Sichuan nursery rhyme floated crisply through the mountains and forests, the little girl's voice sweet and soft, like a mountain sprite.

After a long time, the singing stopped, accompanied by the girl's slightly rapid breathing.