王林没搭理那家伙，自顾自低头数着身上的伤。胳膊上的血浸透了衣袖，黏糊糊地贴在皮肉上，一活动就扯得生疼。他咽了口唾沫，嗓子眼儿干得直冒烟，但眼神倒是挺稳。“醒了就拿你开涮，你小子还真是硬骨头。“哼，硬骨头又怎么样？总比你这种阴险小人强。

ngoài kia, the medication had taken effect, and Wang Lin's consciousness returned to his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a flash of light in front of him. When he focused, he found himself in a familiar room, but it was still dark outside.

Wang Lin tried to move but found himself pinned down. He struggled for a while before realizing that the ropes had been tied to a large stone pillar in the corner of the room. With a groan, he ripped off a piece of his wet robe to use as a makeshift bandage for the wound on his arm. The wound was deep and bleeding profusely, but the mud and water had at least cleaned it out.

As Wang Lin bandaged his wound, he recalled the events that had led him here. He had been fighting for his life against the Evil Sect member, only to end up in this predicament. He sighed and shook his head, determined to think of a way to get out of this mess.