The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji nodded, endured the pain in his feet caused by the bumps, and followed the Night King's movements, continuing to climb upwards.

The moment the two men returned to the cliff, the guards who had been waiting there visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after they came up, the man in white also climbed up and immediately came in front of the Night King. He said to him, "My lord, I have already sent someone down to deliver the message. There should be a doctor guarding the manor now. Should we go down now?"

The Night King did not answer when he heard this. Instead, he turned his head to look at Xiji's face behind him. He saw that Xiji's face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat. He thought that he must have moved his bones when he came up just now, and it hurt!

Seeing this, the Night King said no more. He turned to look at the man in white and said to him: Let's go down the mountain now, and you lead the way.

yes.

Just as the Night King was about to carry Xiji down, Xiji behind him suddenly called out in a low voice, "Sir."

Hearing this, the Night King turned his head and looked at Xiji, whose face turned pale. His heart tightened and he asked in a cold voice: What's the matter?

Sir, please put me down. Xiji whispered. Although the Night King tried his best to stay steady, he broke bones and this position would naturally affect him.

He felt that he had never been a person who could endure pain, let alone a body as delicate and tender as this one. This almost killed him.

The Night King didn't know what he was thinking, but he could see the pain on his face, so even his voice softened a little, "Just bear with it, we'll be back soon."

Xiji felt that the pain was unbearable. If the Night King carried him all the way back, he would definitely die of pain. He immediately thought of the modern stretcher and whispered in the Night King's ear: My lord, ask them to get two slightly straight branches, and then tear open the cloth bag used to hold the prey and fix it on, and use that thing to carry me down.

The Night King looked at Xiji who was gesturing and trying to describe, and finally gave in. After listening, he turned to the white shirt standing beside him and said, "Do you understand?"

After the man in white nodded, the Night King immediately said: Go get it.

yes.

Seeing that Baishan had done it, Xiji breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Ye Wang and continued: "Sir, please put me down first. When that thing is ready, you can lift me up."

The Night King looked at him for several seconds, and finally, with the help of other guards, he gently put the man down and made him lie on the ground.

Xiji lay on the ground, looking at the Night King who was staring at him and was obviously in a bad mood, and said with a faint smile: My lord, I'm fine.

The Night King looked at Xiji, whose face was pale and bloodless, and pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

Lying there, Xiji felt that he seemed to be feeling better. Just now, after he came up, he found that in addition to the pain in his legs, his head was also aching, and even his chest was aching. According to the little medical knowledge he had received in modern times, Xiji began to suspect that he had broken ribs or even had a concussion.

In this era of underdeveloped medicine, even a minor illness could lead to death. Xiji couldn't help feeling a little scared, so even though it seemed hypocritical, he still asked Ye Wang and his men to get a stretcher as he wished, to reduce the pressure on the internal organs and avoid unnecessary secondary injuries caused by random movement.