Yun Ran glanced at Mei Zhang, then at the three severed fingers on the ground.
If she hadn't been so impulsive earlier, she wouldn't have ended up with her puppet becoming a cripple.
Her already small conscience felt a tiny bit of pain.
"Ah~"
Yun Ran sighed, then looked at the coachman who had been standing like a pillar not far away: "Come over here!"
At this moment, the coachman's attitude towards Yun Ran couldn't be described as mere reverence, it had reached a point of fanaticism.
Not to mention Yun Ran just asking him to come over; if she had asked him to sacrifice himself, he would have done so immediately.
"Young Master, what do you need?"
Yun Ran took out a small glass bottle the size of a palm, filled with a mysterious blue liquid. A gentle shake made the translucent liquid look particularly beautiful.
"Pick up the three fingers from the ground, rinse them clean, and soak them in this liquid."
