Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

He recognized this thing.

It was the last thing he saw before his accident.

At the time, it was just an ancient palace model, and although it appeared in his dreams several times later, Li Yuan never took it seriously.

But now, he was truly present in his consciousness.

Could it be that his time travel was also related to this?

However, he was certain of one thing: the reason he was able to detect a level nine talent was definitely related to this mysterious palace.

What exactly is it?

What kind of world lies behind that door?

As night fell, the room was completely swallowed by darkness, but Li Yuan remained sitting motionless in the shadows, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

I don't know how much time passed, but a very faint "click" sound came from outside the window, which could be clearly heard in the silence.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden bolt on the window was silently pushed open, and a dark figure leaped in.

After the dark figure entered the room, he hurriedly closed the window. Li Yuan was startled and held his breath. Could it be that the other party was coming for him?

If the opponent is a martial artist, it's manageable, but if they are a cultivator, then one has almost no chance of winning.

With that in mind, he decided to observe first before making a decision.

Just then, the man swayed slightly, staggered, and fell to the side, letting out a muffled groan.

A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air.

The person is injured.

Li Yuan remained hidden in the shadows, watching everything silently. He saw the man curled up on the ground, panting heavily, his breath seemingly growing weaker and weaker.

"If the bleeding doesn't stop soon, it might drain completely."

Just as the man was about to lose consciousness, Li Yuan suddenly spoke softly.

The shadowy figure trembled violently and jumped up in surprise. The movement was too sudden, aggravating the wound, and another suppressed groan of pain escaped its lips.

He abruptly turned towards the direction of the sound, and in the darkness, those eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, locked onto Li Yuan.

"Who?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the dark figure had already pounced on the corner of the wall, and the cold blade was pressed against Li Yuan's neck.

"Don't move! Make a sound and I'll kill you!"

The shadowy figure was breathing heavily, the dagger pressed tightly against Li Yuan's skin, his tone fierce, but the hand holding the dagger was trembling uncontrollably.

Li Yuan did not try to resist or cry out, nor did he even move his body. He calmly said, "There is wound medicine and clean gauze in the room, in that gray bundle in the corner."

The shadowy figure clearly hadn't expected this reaction. He paused for a moment, but the force of the dagger didn't loosen at all; instead, it tightened even more, almost pressing into the flesh.

Stop with the tricks!

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"This is my house," Li Yuan sighed. "You broke into my home, and now you want to question me first?"

"Besides, it's you who's bleeding, not me, so I'm not in a hurry."

Hearing his voice, which was clearly tinged with mockery, the shadowy figure paused, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

After a two-second silence, the shadowy figure gritted his teeth and whispered, "Go get it. If you try anything funny, I'll kill you!"

"OK!"

Li Yuan slowly raised his hand to indicate that he meant no harm, then slowly walked to the corner of the wall, untied his bundle, and took out a porcelain bottle and a stack of clean white linen.

"Light up."

The shadowy figure gave the order in a deep voice, the dagger always pointed at his back.

Li Yuan took out a tinderbox and lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim yellow light spread out and illuminated the small room.

The other person was dressed in black night clothes, which outlined his thin figure. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, which were staring at him warily.

Li Yuan's gaze fell on his hands; his fingers were long and slender, and his wrists were surprisingly thin.

Amidst the stench of blood, he caught a faint, delicate fragrance, and a guess began to form in his mind.

"Give me."

The man in black picked up the porcelain bottle and examined it, confirming that it contained normal wound medicine.

She tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand and whispered the command: "Turn around, crouch down, and put your hands behind your head..."

Li Yuan raised an eyebrow, released the dagger from his sleeve, and slowly turned around as instructed, squatting down facing the wall with his hands behind his head.

I heard rustling sounds behind me, mixed with suppressed gasps.

"Your wound is on your shoulder and back," Li Yuan said without turning his head. "Either let me help you, or you keep wasting your time."

The person behind him froze.

After a moment of silence, the man in black threatened in a low voice, "Come here. If you dare to move, you'll die immediately!"

Li Yuan's lips curled up slightly. This woman was already at her last gasp, but he didn't actually sense any strong killing intent from her.

Otherwise, he would have struck first to gain the upper hand.

Li Yuan slowly turned around, and the man in black took two steps back, leaning against the wall with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

The clothes on the left shoulder had been ripped open, revealing a gruesome wound, the blood staining the garment red.

"sit down."

Li Yuan's tone was calm as he walked over and picked up the medicine bottle and burlap.

The man in black stared at him warily, his eyes struggling for a moment before he finally slid down against the wall, the dagger still pointing at Li Yuan.

Li Yuan squatted down and examined the wound. It was a knife wound, with the flesh torn open and the bone visible. He had seen too many wounds like this in the army in his previous life. Applying medicine alone would not be very effective in stopping the bleeding; it needed to be stitched up as soon as possible.

However, he didn't intend to cause any trouble.

Without hesitation, he pinched up a pinch of powder and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.

The moment the powder touched the wound, the man in black groaned in pain, his body contracting violently.

At the same time, Li Yuan's wrist suddenly sank, pressing down on the swollen area at the edge of the wound.

"Well--!"

The man in black shuddered violently, his vision went black, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

Li Yuan moved. He grabbed the dagger from the ground and stepped back, calmly looking at the man in black who was curled up in a ball.

"Shall we continue?"

His tone was as indifferent as if he were asking if I wanted some water.

The woman in black was panting, her face mask soaked with cold sweat. She looked at the dagger in Li Yuan's hand and knew that all was lost. Her wounds were in excruciating pain, and blood loss was causing her strength to drain away rapidly.

She closed her eyes resignedly, her long eyelashes trembling: "Kill me if you want... just give me a quick death..."

Li Yuan didn't say anything. He picked up a clean strip of cloth and pressed it against the top of the wound to slow the bleeding. Then he poured most of the bottle of wound medicine powder onto the wound.

The intense pain caused the man in black to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Li Yuan quickly wrapped white linen around her shoulders and back, tied it tightly, and applied pressure to stop the bleeding.

His technique wasn't exactly gentle; it was even a bit rough, but it worked very well, and the bleeding stopped almost completely in no time.

After doing all this, he stood up, turned the dagger in his hand around so that the hilt faced the man in black, and handed it over.

The man in black stared at him in astonishment.

"If you can walk, then walk quickly."

Li Yuan placed the dagger beside her and turned to clean up the bloodstains on the ground.

After wiping the blood off the floor, he found a plate of cheap incense and lit it to mask the strong smell of blood in the air.

The man in black leaned against the cold wall, watching his busy back with an extremely complex expression.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Li Yuan quickly cleaned up, threw the bloodstained cloth into a broken earthenware pot, then turned around and saw that she was still leaning against the wall without moving, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" His tone turned cold. "I don't care who you are or what trouble you've caused, it's none of my business."

"If you don't leave now, I'm going to the neighborhood to call the magistrate to report this to the police."