Teng Liu was a bit at a loss, his hands and feet still felt weak right now, and the heavy smell of blood in the room made his head dizzy.
Then he saw Bai Ruozhu take out a needle and thread to sew up the old man's wounds. How could this be sewn with a needle? It wasn't fabric.
But he knew Madam had her reasons for doing things. Though frightened, he didn't speak out to question.
"Teng Liu, do you recognize who he is?" Bai Ruozhu asked.
Teng Liu shook his head, "I don't recognize him. Previously, I primarily worked at the food department, and I haven't seen everyone on the boat."
"Then how did you find your way here?" Bai Ruozhu asked again.
"Tonight, I planned to secretly chat with one of Zheng Xin's sailors to ask if he remembered the sea routes. Just as I began talking to him, there were shouts outside that Night Demons appeared, gathering them onto the deck to face the enemy."
