"Did you knock him out?" Lu Qing looked at Fu Lu.
Fu Lu shook his head hurriedly, the movement was so vigorous that the person he was holding swayed from side to side: "Sir, it wasn't me. The moment this guy saw us, he tried to run away. I grabbed his shoulder, and he just fainted by himself!
Look at his frail body. If I had really hit him, he'd be in pieces by now!"
As he said this, Zhu Yu also noticed that the man was as thin as a stick, barely better than a mummy. His head, held by the rune next to him, was lifted to reveal a face covered in a beard and deeply sunken cheeks.
Looking further at his wrists and ankles exposed from the tattered inner clothes, one could vaguely see some scars, suggesting he had suffered some physical abuse.
"Take him upstairs first, find an empty room to settle him down, and have Yan Daoxin take a look at him," instructed Lu Qing.
Fu Lu agreed readily, and carried the man upstairs.
