Reborn As Super Heir Chapter 1410 - 1395: Don’t Look!

Chapter 1410: Chapter 1395: Don’t Look!

Huo Sining glanced at Qibao, suddenly waved her hand, and a living person suddenly appeared on the bed.

Qibao was taken aback and instinctively looked at the "Uncle Tong" on the bed.

"Yes, it’s him! Sister, how did you bring him back? This person..."

Qibao pointed at Mr. Liang, who was heavily injured and nearly unconscious on the bed, exclaiming. Huo Sining’s eyebrows twitched, and she hurriedly covered the little guy’s mouth.

She turned to grab the thick floor-length curtains of the room, cautiously opened the door to look outside, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping outside, she closed and locked the door, then whispered to Qibao, "Don’t speak!"

Qibao paused, seeing Huo Sining’s alert expression, imdiately realized sothing, and obediently nodded.

Mr. Liang had been shot near the left side of his chest, bleeding continuously. While ti was still in the space, it didn’t matter, but now that Huo Sining placed him on the bed, the blood started gushing out again, and a bloody sll filled the air.

Huo Sining furrowed her brows tightly, extending her hand to untie the tightly wrapped black hoodie on Mr. Liang to examine his chest wound.

However, as soon as Huo Sining’s hand touched the hem of Mr. Liang’s clothes, Mr. Liang, who had been lying unconscious on the bed, seed to sense sothing, and suddenly reached out, his iron-like hand gripping Huo Sining’s wrist tightly with imnse force, causing her pain she couldn’t help but gasp.

Upon hearing the sound, Mr. Liang abruptly opened his eyes, his hawk-like pupils fixedly staring at Huo Sining. As his sharp gaze fell upon her face, it suddenly paused.

In an instant, the cold killing intent that had shrouded Mr. Liang dissipated, first with astonishnt, slowly becoming understanding, and finally, a complex expression erged in his eyes, his facial expression changing from wary panic to awkward embarrassnt.

Seeing her father’s face soften, the iron grip on her arm also gradually loosened. Huo Sining breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively asked, "I... I’ll help you treat the wound, but it might require taking off the clothes."

"No need!" Mr. Liang, regaining his clarity, ignored the bleeding wound on his chest, glanced around to survey the environnt, then looked up at Huo Sining, still using his extrely hoarse and harsh voice, asked, "Where is this?"

"A villa by the Ding Mountain Reservoir, where a group of us archaeologists are currently staying," Huo Sining explained, knowing why Mr. Liang was here.

Hearing this, Mr. Liang paused for a mont, then raised his head to look at Huo Sining, "You... did you intervene in the ancient tomb just now?"

Huo Sining nodded, reluctant to disclose her storage space ability to her father, so she didn’t correct the misunderstanding in his words.

After all, it had already been five or six hours since the incident at the tomb, and ti in the storage ring is static. Hence Mr. Liang, inside, couldn’t feel the passage of ti and still thought it was re minutes since the incident.

"I need to leave; otherwise, if I’m discovered, you’ll be implicated and drag yourself into trouble."

Seeing Huo Sining nod, Mr. Liang realized that Huo Sining probably revealed herself to save him, imdiately wanting to withdraw and not cause trouble for Huo Sining by staying.

Seeing her father struggling to sit up from the bed, Huo Sining beca anxious. Although her tone had been stern earlier, she had been worried about Mr. Liang’s condition. With such severe gunshot wounds and significant blood loss, especially during daylight, where could Mr. Liang run to?

On her way back to the villa, she had already seen that the whole Ding Mountain was surrounded by special police. Let alone Mr. Liang, not even a mosquito could fly out.

At this mont, if she let her father just run out like this, wouldn’t it be walking right into a trap?

"Don’t move; the wound is still bleeding!" Huo Sining hurriedly stopped Mr. Liang from getting out of bed. "There are many special police and police dogs patrolling outside; you’ll definitely get caught if you go out; don’t move!"

Hearing Huo Sining ntion police dogs outside, Mr. Liang’s body stiffened, then he smiled bitterly and said, "Staying here makes

a ti bomb, dragging you down at any mont."

Without saying a word, Huo Sining directly reached out to rip off Mr. Liang’s blood-stained outer garnt.

Mr. Liang’s already softened body stiffened again, instinctively wanting to avoid Huo Sining’s hands, "Don’t, don’t look!"

Huo Sining was stunned, thinking that Mr. Liang was worried about her fainting at the bloody wound, hurriedly explained, "I need to help you treat the wound. If the gunshot wound isn’t taken care of, it could be life-threatening. Don’t worry, I can heal it, and it won’t hurt at all."

Mr. Liang wanted to say sothing but seeing the firm yet gently encouraging look in Huo Sining’s eyes, without knowing why, the nervous and frantic emotions in his eyes suddenly vanished. His rigid shoulders slumped, revealing a resigned, resigned to fate expression, lying quietly on the bed, no longer preventing Huo Sining’s actions.

Letting Huo Sining untie the outer garnt, pulling open the inner lining, Huo Sining forcefully pulled apart the blood-stained shirt.

Although she had anticipated seeing a mangled wound and ntally prepared herself, when she finally saw the scene inside Mr. Liang’s chest, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, staring blankly in shock, speechless.

Perhaps anticipating Huo Sining’s reaction, Mr. Liang’s lips curved into a bitter smile. He laboriously raised his arm, attempting to cover Huo Sining’s eyes with his hand, whispering, "Girl, don’t look!"

Huo Sining, initially stunned by Mr. Liang’s chest wound, was awakened by his low plea. She reached out, forcibly pulling away his hand that was covering her eyes, and raised her head, her gaze fixed on the strange scene before her.

On Mr. Liang’s neck, shoulders, and even chest, layers of scales, resembling fish scales, covered him. Given Mr. Liang’s previous incident during a mission, his body was already riddled with scars, interspersed with the scales, making his appearance grotesquely ghostly.

Moreover, when Huo Sining carefully pulled his hoodie down from his head, a more terrifying sight left her at a loss.

On Mr. Liang’s cheeks, where the gills, originally connected to the earlobe, had opened up, transforming into two gill-like grotesqueries, and as Mr. Liang breathed through his nose, the gills opened and closed along with his breath, like a fish inhaling water to breathe!