The wounds on the Astrologer's body are still bleeding, but fortunately they're not fatal injuries; it's just that the blood is black, making Ao Song unable to rest easy.
She supported the Astrologer on the way back. It was the first time she regretted being rebellious and unmotivated as a child, otherwise she might know how to deal with the Astrologer's condition now. Perhaps her parents might have a way.
Bai Ruozhu and others received the signal and rushed back, seeing the Astrologer lying wounded in Ao Song's arms.
"What's wrong with him?" Bai Ruozhu asked in surprise, looking at the black blood oozing from his wound, this was already beyond the realm of her medical skills.
"When I found him, he was in the river, cutting his wounds along the demonic patterns to let the blood out, looking very distressed." Ao Song gritted her teeth. She didn't like talking about it, but for the Astrologer's sake, she couldn't miss a single detail.
