Miss Truth
Chapter 182 - 116 Ruan Lang Lost (2)_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 116 Ruan Lang Lost (2)_2

After a while, Xiao Song released Ran Yan, his expression as usual, accompanied by a faint smile, "Can your hand still move?"

Her arm moved slightly, and intense, piercing pain shot through it, causing a sudden cold sweat on her back.

"Is the bone broken?" Xiao Song frowned, his imposing aura inadvertently showing.

Ran Yan hissed, "My left hand is fine, but the forearm of my right hand is fractured."

Xiao Song silently tore off his sleeve and skillfully attended to her arm. His wet, black hair dangled by the side of his face, chest, and back, soaking his plain white undergarment. Through the patches of moonlight leaking from the branches above, one could vaguely see his solid chest and back, and his well-defined face and neck glistening with droplets of water. He looked as if he had just hurriedly climbed out of a bath.

Behind him, Bai Yi and the man in black were fighting fiercely. Even Ran Yan, an outsider to fighting, could tell that in just a short time, the man in black was already at his last gasp and probably couldn’t last much longer. As Ran Yan was thinking this, she saw the man in black loosening his grip on his weapon and deliberately thrusting his chest toward Bai Yi’s blade.

Ran Yan opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a sound, she heard a ’thud’ as the blade pierced the body.

Bai Yi paused, then drew his sword out. The man in black slowly slid down the tree trunk, falling beside a bush. His gaze slightly shifted, facing the entrance of the woods.

The government soldiers who had just surrounded him hadn’t expected him to seek death and were momentarily stunned. Suddenly, the noise in the forest quieted down, leaving only the crackling sound of torches burning.

"This subordinate deserves death!" Bai Yi came to his senses and quickly knelt down to apologize to Xiao Song. Although the fierce fight hadn’t caused him to sweat much, now his undergarment was suddenly soaked through.

Tonight, Xiao Song had asked him to protect Ran Yan from twenty paces away while also setting up an ambush to capture Su Fu. However, he had been preoccupied with arranging his men and waiting for Su Fu to walk into the trap, which had almost cost Ran Yan her life. Protecting Ran Yan and "by the way" setting up an ambush... Bai Yi wasn’t unaware of the priority Xiao Song had ordered, but he privately believed that Ran Yan wouldn’t encounter any danger and that capturing Su Fu was more important. This was his first mistake, and the second was accidentally killing a major suspect in the case.

Xiao Song helped Ran Yan up and walked over, giving Bai Yi a calm glance that seemed to carry no trace of anger, and said calmly, "Uncover his face."

Based on his experience, Bai Yi felt even worse, but he didn’t dare to overthink it at the moment. He casually stuck his sword in the ground next to him and pulled off the man in black’s face cover.

An extremely ordinary face was revealed, roughly forty years old, with calm brows and a serene expression. His eyes held a faint mist as he murmured "Namo Amitabha Buddha" before slowly closing his eyes.

Ran Yan recognized this person as none other than Jing Yuan Masternun, but wasn’t she detained? Upon further reflection, she realized that as a cleric detached from worldly affairs, and with no one suspecting her martial arts abilities, an ordinary cell couldn’t confine her.

Ran Yan’s body wasn’t in the best condition, and after a fierce fight, she was already struggling to hold on. Once she relaxed, her vision began to blur, and her surroundings grew increasingly dim. She staggered, hearing Xiao Song’s anxious voice calling out, before suddenly landing in an exceptionally warm place.

A dreamless night.

The coldness inside the quilt abruptly awakened Ran Yan the next morning. She moved slightly, and a dull pain shot through her right arm, reaching every nerve ending and causing her to shiver.

"Nanny Xing?" Ran Yan called out.

Outside, hurried footsteps sounded, and soon, Ran Yan saw Nanny Xing’s face swollen from tears. Nanny Xing knelt by the bed, her hoarse voice saying, "You scared this old servant to death! It’s good that you’ve woken up, good that you’ve woken up!"

Ran Yan suddenly thought of yesterday’s events, "Is Masternun Jing Yuan dead?"

"Dead, what kind of cleric she was, deserving death!" Nanny Xing spoke through gritted teeth. Then she softened her voice and said, "My lady has been meditating here for over a month. Why not ask your lord, and let’s return to the estate? It’s really dangerous out here. Now with the Xiao and Cui families proposing marriage, your lord will surely keep you close."

Return to the estate and be safe? Perhaps not. Ran Yan hummed noncommittally and did not argue with Nanny Xing.

"Has my lady awoken?" Wan Lu came in holding a basin of water, her voice terribly hoarse.

Ran Yan looked up and saw her neck wrapped in thick cloth.

Wan Lu noticed her gaze, touched her neck, and laughed, "Lately, I don’t know why, but every murderer seems to have it out for my neck. Last night, I was hung up in a tree again. Hehe, but this time, Ge Lan was with me, so at least I had some company."