Chapter 682 - Chapter 682: Accident (3)

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Fortunately, Shen Yijia was strong enough not to fall to the ground.

This scene terrified the abbot and the little monk who led the way.

Shen Yijia rubbed Riceball’s body and realized that it was injured. She frowned and said, “Why are you also…”

She paused mid-sentence because she realized that although the wounds on Riceball’s body looked serious, they had long stopped bleeding.

Shen Yijia suddenly understood. No wonder Furball’s spiritual liquid was gone.

Song Jingchen walked forward worriedly. “Jiajia?”

His words shocked Riceball. Perhaps because it smelled Shen Yijia’s aura on Song Jingchen, it immediately retracted its aura. It opened its mouth and bit Shen Yijia’s cloak before pulling her towards the wooden house.

As soon as she stepped into the wooden house, the smell of blood assailed her nostrils. From the door, long bloodstains extended all the way to Furball, who was lying on the ground.

Shen Yijia’s pupils constricted. She took a few steps to Furball and squatted down. “Furball.”

She called out softly and carefully reached under Furball’s nose.

“He’s still breathing,” she said, relieved.

Without any delay, Shen Yijia quickly condensed a drop of spiritual liquid from her fingertips. Seeing this, Song Jingchen went forward and helped her pry Furball’s mouth open.

After about ten minutes, Furball’s chest began to rise and fall clearly.

Riceball strolled to Furball’s side and lay down beside it.

Song Jingchen paused and suddenly reached out to Riceball.

Riceball seemed to notice something and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw that Song Jingchen had closed his eyes again.

Shen Yijia saw him remove the blood-stained fur around Riceball’s wound.

After looking at it for a long time, she ran to Furball and said suspiciously, “Hubby?”

Song Jingchen retracted his hand and frowned. ” Furball and Riceball’s injuries were caused by a spear.”

“A spear?” Shen Yijia’s face darkened. “Is it man-made?”

Didn’t they say that hunting was not allowed on the mountain of the Hidden Spirit Temple? She originally thought that they had been bitten by another ferocious beast.

Song Jingchen nodded with a solemn expression. “Spears are usually used in the army, and Furball isn’t stupid. It won’t attack people for no reason. Even if the other party wants to kill it and Furball knows that it can’t beat it, it will still run. But look at the number of wounds on their bodies.

There were actually more than ten areas of various sizes covering his body. It wouldn’t have happened unless he was surrounded by many people.

Shen Yijia scratched her head in frustration. She wanted to know who did it to avenge Furball, but she couldn’t think straight.

“I suspect Furball encountered a military team,” Song Jingchen said in a low voice.

Shen Yijia subconsciously asked, “Furball doesn’t usually go down the mountain. Where did the army come from?”

Song Jingchen narrowed his eyes. “That’s right. Why would they encounter an army in the mountains?”

“Amitabha.”

The abbot’s voice sounded from outside the door.

The two of them looked at each other and turned to leave the wooden house.

“Young Master Song, Madam Song.” The abbot pressed his palms together and chanted another Buddhist proclamation. His gaze lingered on Shen Yijia’s face for a second.

The more he looked at her, the more he looked like her benefactor.

Song Jingchen returned the greeting. “Thank you for sending someone to inform me, but did you see the person who attacked them?”

As he asked, his gaze landed on the abbot’s monk robe. Something had clearly torn off a part of it.

The abbot followed his gaze and the corners of his mouth twitched. He casually lifted the foot of his robe to cover that area.

“A monk doesn’t lie. I didn’t see any thieves,” the abbot said.

“Then where did you discover Furball?” Shen Yijia asked.

The couple looked like they were interrogating a criminal, but he didn’t seem to feel anything.

The abbot continued to wear a benevolent expression. “Amitabha, I saw it first. When I rushed over, I saw the white tiger dragging the other one into the wooden house. I originally wanted my Junior Brother, who knows a little about the Qihuang technique, to go in and take a look, but unfortunately, the white tiger guarded the door and didn’t let us approach.”

“Then how did you know that the tiger was raised by my wife?” Song Jingchen continued to ask.

The abbot paused and looked at Shen Yijia. “Don’t you know why I know?” he thought.

The first time they met, she killed a bunch of fish in the pool with that tiger.

Shen Yijia rubbed her nose and whispered in Song Jingchen’s ear.

The corners of Song Jingchen’s mouth twitched. “I’m sorry, abbot.”

The abbot said, “Amitabha.”

It did not matter if he was magnanimous or not. What was important was that this Release Pool had already been taken over by Xuanyuan Ce.

Then, the abbot got someone to call over the first monk who had seen Furball and Riceball.

However, he only saw a white tiger dragging another one out of the 500 meters forest when he was cleaning the back mountain. He did not know anything else.

He had cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, but the ones in the forest were still there.

Looking at the large amount of blood left behind after being dragged, the anger in Shen Yijia’s heart rose steadily, and her teeth ground together.

Song Jingchen squeezed her hand comfortingly. “Let’s see if we can find any useful clues first.”

Furball had already swallowed the spiritual liquid, so there was no need to worry about its life..