"Blood!"
Ye Fei's eyes suddenly widened as he rushed into the house.
"Master!"
The stench of blood was even stronger inside the house, and as soon as Ye Fei entered, he saw Ling Dang frantically wiping the fresh blood dripping from the corner of Wang Laoqi's mouth.
"You still know to come back!"
Hearing the sound, Ling Dang turned her head to look at Ye Fei, her eyes filled with resentment.
Ye Fei didn't have time to argue with Ling Dang and hurried towards Wang Laoqi.
He grabbed Wang Laoqi's wrist and began to examine his condition.
"Don't bother, it's futile."
Seeing Ye Fei's anxious look, Wang Laoqi revealed a wry smile, attempting to pull his hand back.
Ye Fei's face was somber, not bothering to inquire about the specifics, he quickly analyzed Wang Laoqi's condition.
Soon, he discovered that all of Wang Laoqi's wounds were fresh.