Chapter 43 He didn't tremble when he killed, but his hand trembled when he saved someone.

Chapter 43 He didn't tremble when he killed, but his hand trembled when he saved someone.

Inside the cave, the stench of blood was so strong it was suffocating.

The blood mist, shattered by Pei Yunjing's internal force, had settled, staining half of the rock wall red.

The torrential rain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional dripping sound from the cave entrance, as if counting down to the fierce battle.

"Tick-tock".

"Tick-tock".

That wasn't the sound of water.

That was blood flowing from Tangli's wound.

Although the sword did not damage the heart, it viciously severed the blood vessels in the shoulder.

The bright red blood seemed to have a life of its own, gushing out in a frenzy and quickly pooling on the rock beneath them, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Pei Yunjing knelt on the ground, looking at the woman in his arms whose face was as pale as paper and whose breathing was barely perceptible.

The devastating killing intent vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling sensation that had never been felt before, penetrating to the very bone.

Stop the bleeding!

The bleeding must be stopped immediately!

If she continues to bleed, she won't survive until the Black Armor Guards find her, let alone until she can return to the capital.

Pei Yunjing's hands, stained with the blood of enemies, frantically reached for the large bundle that Tang Li had been clutching tightly in her arms—

That was the "escape package" she had secretly prepared, like a hoarding hamster.

"Sizzle—"

He roughly tore the bundle open.

The contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

Several bottles of imperial wound medicine stolen from his study, a roll of clean fine cotton cloth, two sets of men's clothing for disguise, a flint...

There was even an oil paper package containing several pieces of her favorite spiced beef jerky.

Looking at this pile of odds and ends, Pei Yunjing's eyes suddenly stung, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of wet cotton.

That stupid woman.

She prepared all this so that she could escape, so that she could save her life immediately should he go mad or be in danger.

But what happened in the end?

These very things she used to "escape" became her lifeline after she shielded him from a knife attack.

She didn't even eat the last bite of that bag of beef jerky.

"idiot……"

Pei Yunjing cursed under his breath, his voice trembling so much it was almost broken.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed the bottle of the best wound medicine and bit off the stopper with his teeth.

"Bear with it."

He lowered his head and whispered to the unconscious Tang Li, then reached out and carefully tore open the clothes on her left shoulder, which were already soaked with blood.

"Sizzle."

The fabric was torn, revealing a deep, bloody hole that exposed the bone.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, a hideous and terrifying sight.

Pei Yunjing's breath hitched, and his heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly.

He held the medicine bottle, intending to pour the white powder onto the wound.

However.

The hand that had just crushed a top-tier expert with its bare hands, a hand that was as steady as a rock and killed without batting an eye, was now hanging above the wound, trembling violently.

It was shaking so badly.

He trembled like a coward who had never held a knife before.

"Splash—"

Because of trembling hands, most of the precious medicine powder was not sprinkled on the wound, but on the collar next to it, mixing with the blood and turning into a pinkish mud.

Damn it!

Pei Yunjing roared irritably, grabbing his trembling right wrist with his left hand, trying to forcefully control this physiological loss of control.

He was afraid.

Throughout his life, he was never afraid of being surrounded by thousands of troops on the battlefield, never afraid of losing all five senses due to a strange poison, and never afraid of being driven to the brink of despair by the Empress Dowager.

But at this moment, facing this small wound, he was afraid.

He was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt her.

He was even more afraid that if he was too slow, the King of Hell would snatch her away first.

"Stop shaking...stop it..."

Pei Yunjing gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat mixed with blood rolling down his face.

Finally, he used all his willpower to force his hand to steady itself.

He tilted the bottle and precisely and evenly applied the remaining half-bottle of powder to the still-bleeding wound.

"Hmm..."

The powder was extremely irritating. Even in a deep coma, Tang Li's body still twitched instinctively, her brow furrowed in pain, and she let out a very soft groan.

"It's okay...it doesn't hurt anymore...it'll be over soon..."

Pei Yunjing tossed aside the empty bottle, quickly grabbed the roll of clean cotton cloth, and skillfully and gently slipped it under her armpits, wrapping it tightly to stop the bleeding.

When the last knot was tied and the bleeding finally slowed down, Pei Yunjing collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly exhausted.

He gasped for breath, looking at his hands stained with the blood of Tang Li.

These hands have been stained with the blood of countless people.

But this time, the burn was excruciating.

Pei Yunjing pulled Tang Li back into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his cloak without leaving a single gap, trying to warm her gradually cooling body with his own body heat.

"It's alright now."

He lowered his head, his cheek pressed against her cold, damp scalp, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps making a promise to her:

"I have stopped the bleeding for you."

"If you dare to die..."

Pei Yunjing looked at her tightly closed eyes, his tone fierce, but his eyes were filled with a broken, tearful light:

"I'll have that chest of gold melted down and made into chains to lock you in a coffin, so you can't escape in your next life."