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The place where someone died was, after all, unclean, and although the dead tiger weighed a thousand pounds, there were many hands to help. Together, they carried it to a ravine with a stream and skinned and deboned it.

Cooled by the mountain water, Wufu had already washed his face clean and quite naturally took the dry handkerchief Ah Jiu handed to him, wiped his face, and tucked it into his chest, before sitting down on a boulder to watch everyone bustling around the dead tiger.

Ah Jiu also sat beside her, passing over a waterskin and frowning at the fresh streak of blood on her face.

Made uncomfortable by his stare, Wufu couldn't help but ask, "What?"

"Your face is hurt," Ah Jiu pointed to her face.

Wufu reached to touch it, but Ah Jiu, without thinking, grabbed her hand to stop her, "Don't touch, it'll get inflamed and swollen." As he spoke, he also called out for Bai Xiaobai.

Still holding Wufu's hand, he raised it, arching an eyebrow, and spoke with his eyes.