Chapter 154: 154, Map Chapter 154: 154, Map Liu Qingshan awoke and found himself lying in an unfamiliar room. He thought about the events that occurred before he passed out, and his face paled as he sat up.
A sharp pain shot through his wounds, causing him to involuntarily gasp in a breath of cold air. He had come here to warn Song Yan Ning and her grandparents to leave this place as soon as possible. It had been discovered that it was Song Yan Ning and Yang Lisheng who had saved him. He feared for their safety and wanted to pass on the message before he died. He was poisoned and would not live much longer.
At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open.
Liu Qingshan turned to look and saw that the person entering was Song Yan Ning, which relieved him greatly. Having just noticed the bandages all over his body, he had guessed that he might be at Song Yan Ning’s home, as only she and her grandfather knew medical skills in the village.
“Uncle Liu, you’re awake,” said Song Yan Ning as she entered with a bowl of medicine.
“Xiao Ning, besides you, does anyone else know I’m here?” asked Liu Qingshan. He had been injured in the middle of the night and guessed that no one would have seen him; however, he was worried about the trail of blood he had left along the way.
“No one knows, and I have already cleaned up the traces you left. You just focus on healing,” Song Yan Ning reassured him as she handed over the medicine.
Liu Qingshan shook his head, “I’m poisoned and won’t last long.” Even if his wounds were healed, it would be futile; the poison inside him could not be cured by anyone else except the one who had administered it.
“Your poison has already been cured. You just need to heal your injuries, and everything will be fine,” Song Yan Ning said as she placed the medicine in Liu Qingshan’s hands. To her, that poison was trivial, and she had cured it with a single Detoxification Pill.
“My poison is truly cured? How did you manage that?” Liu Qingshan looked at Song Yan Ning in disbelief. The poison he had was no ordinary substance.
“I obtained some herbal medicine on my last trip to the Miao Border, which turned out to be exactly what was needed to neutralize the poison in your body,” Song Yan Ning replied as she sat down in a chair beside the bed. She had some questions for Liu Qingshan after he finished his medicine.
Knowing he wasn’t going to die filled Liu Qingshan with joy. He drank the medicine to the last drop and passed the bowl back to Song Yan Ning.
Song Yan Ning took the bowl and placed it on the table nearby.
“I came here to urge you all to leave this place quickly. The force behind the man chasing me found out about the incident when you rescued me on the mountain. I’m afraid they might target you. I am sorry for involving you in this,” Liu Qingshan said with an apologetic look.
Song Yan Ning shook her head, “Why are they after you; is it because of that white stone?” Although the Empty Ice Stone was precious, it was typically only used for Artifact Refining and of little use to most people, unless there was an Artifact Refiner among the power that Liu Qingshan mentioned.
“It’s not just that. There’s also a map.” Liu Qingshan attempted to produce the map, only to realize he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Song Yan Ning pulled out a map and handed it to Liu Qingshan, “Is this the map you’re talking about?” She had found it on him while her grandfather was treating his injuries, and she hadn’t looked at it herself.
“Yes, this map is an heirloom passed down by the ancestors of the Liu family. I don’t know who leaked the information, but it attracted that power,” Liu Qingshan thought of his family, feeling as if his heart was tearing apart. For the sake of this map, his family was destroyed overnight by that power. Had he not been strong enough, he would be dead too.
Song Yan Ning looked at the map curiously, but she did not express any desire to examine it. Although she was very curious, she had no intention of coveting Liu Qingshan’s possessions.
Liu Qingshan calmed his emotions and looked at the map, “I’ll give this map to you.” If Song Yan Ning had not cured his poison, he would have been dead anyway.
Song Yan Ning shook her head, “This is an inheritance from your ancestors; I can’t accept it.”
“The map is of no use to me any longer. The location marked on it only opens once every ten years, and the opening is in five days. I’m injured and can’t get there in time,” Liu Qingshan wished he could go, but with such severe injuries, even if he healed quickly, it would take at least ten days to a half-month to be able to leave his bed.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Song Yan Ning said with a smile. If it were any other doctor, Liu Qingshan would certainly not be able to get out of bed quickly, but the medicine he was drinking was prepared by her. In no more than three days, his injuries would be healed sufficiently.