Yan Bei stopped Zi Yun, who was about to rush over to pull Shen Yaowei back. He looked at her and said, "My master won't hurt Miss Shen, but I can't guarantee that you won't be injured if you follow your lady, so you should wait here."
"No!" Zi Yun did not care if she would be injured. She was so anxious that she wanted to stop Shen Yaowei, but Yan Bei pressed her acupuncture point.
She immediately stood rooted to the ground and unable to move. Zi Yun glared at Yan Bei angrily. "Little brat, you dare to press my acupoints?! Hurry up and undo it!"
Yan Bei did not expect the gentle and quiet Zi Yun to have such a valiant side. He rubbed his chin and said, "I apologize for offending you. I'll definitely find an opportunity to apologize to you in the future."
Zi Yun watched as Shen Yaowei rushed into the wooden house. Her nerves were tense, and she had no time to care about Yan Bei.
Yan Bei also looked nervously at the cabin.
After Shen Yaowei rushed into the cabin, the faint smell of blood greeted her.
Huo Junhan was lying on the soft couch, his white robe stained with blood. His long hair was a little messy behind him, making his skin as pale as snow. There was blood at the corner of his mouth that had not dried, making his blood-stained thin lips look even more beautiful.
The rise and fall of his chest was a little weak. The man's dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was enduring some indescribable torture.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle…" Shen Yaowei called softly.
She looked at Huo Junhan and felt as if an invisible hand was clenching her heart. It was so painful that she almost suffocated.
Shen Yaowei resisted the urge to cry, knowing very well that this was not the time to cry. She quickly walked to the soft bed.
Looking closer at Huo Junhan's pale handsome face, Shen Yaowei's eyes were as red as a bunny's, but she gritted her teeth stubbornly and endured the urge to cry.
She bent down and helped Huo Junhan up from the soft bed with one hand. Then, she took a pillow from the side and stuffed it behind Huo Junhan so that he could sit on the soft bed.
After doing this, Shen Yaowei sat cross-legged opposite Huo Junhan.
Just as she touched Huo Junhan's body, she realized that his body was terrifyingly cold.
She might be able to transfer some spiritual energy into Huo Junhan's body to warm him up.
However, this transfer of spiritual energy had to be done with skin touching skin. Moreover, there were only two ways, either through the chest or through the elixir field.
Now, Shen Yaowei couldn't care less. She reached out to Huo Junhan's collar and was about to undo the button when he suddenly opened his eyes.
She was caught off guard and glanced up into a pair of deep eyes that were glowing red. Before she could react, Huo Junhan's large hand grabbed her wrist.
Her fragile wrist was almost crushed, but she couldn't care less. She looked at Huo Junhan in surprise. "Ninth Imperial Uncle, you're awake!"
Huo Junhan looked at Shen Yaowei expressionlessly.
His gaze was as sinister as hell, making the mole between his eyebrows look even more demonic.
Shen Yaowei's heart skipped a beat.
She had seen Huo Junhan look like this in her previous life. He was like a demon that had walked out of the depths of hell, emitting a bloodthirsty and violent aura.
At this moment, Shen Yaowei could not figure out Huo Junhan at all. She could only sit there tightly without moving.