王磊醒来的时候，脑袋还有点懵。窗外是陌生的天花板，不是他那租的小破屋里那张掉漆的木板床。

"操，哪来的野猫把我塞这儿了？"他嘟囔着坐起来，发现手上缠着白布，黏糊糊的。旁边躺着个姑娘，睡得正香，胸前一块纱布渗着血。他记得昨晚……好像是在矿场帮人修机甲，跟老王他们那帮乌合之众跟一群穿着符袍的修士抢粮食运输车来着。

"老王！你他娘的在哪呢？"王磊扯着嗓子喊，声音沙哑得像砂纸。屋里传来窸窸窣窣的声音，一个胖大和尚颤巍巍走出来，手里还拿着个算盘，"阿弥陀佛，施主醒了啊。贫僧法号空闻。"

"和尚？你特么是来搞笑的？"王磊皱眉，"我他妈在哪儿？神志不清的时候没被你们这群人给吸干了吧？"他伸手就要去拆纱布，空闻连忙拦住。

"贫僧没碰施主分毫，这是救治用的灵药。"和尚眼神有点飘忽，手指却稳稳按住王磊的手腕。王磊只觉得手腕一麻，心烦意乱摆手："行了行了，不就是个破药膏嘛，让人家女施主吸干才叫绝了。"他目光扫过床上姑娘，又落到旁边几个背剑的修士身上，心里骂咧咧。

空闻嘿嘿笑了声："施主醒了就好，姑娘伤得不轻，急需炼气士救治。"说着挠挠头，"实不相瞒，世道不太平，咱们这是为了……呃，保护弱小。"

王磊差点坐不住："保护弱小？我看你们一群人跟蝗虫似的，见粮食就抢！那帮修士也是，手持长剑就敢砍人！"他越想越气，昨晚那些机甲外壳碎片还在他脑子里炸。他打量那姑娘， Fair skin, long black hair, clearly delicate. She had a faint smile on her lips as she woke up, her eyes opening slowly.

"阿月..." The girl mumbled, her voice weak but tender. She reached out her hand instinctively, her eyes locking with Wang Lei's. A warm current seemed to flow between them when they touched, and her injuries seemed to heal rapidly. It was as if the power of nature was working.