Chapter 474 Lin Muhan X Yan Anhuai Side Story (Part 1)

"Looks like I'll be able to have a good meal today." Yan Anhuai shot an arrow and hit a pigeon. He ran towards the direction where the pigeon landed, but in his haste, he tripped and fell.

"Ouch~ What the heck is that?"

Yan Anhuai tucked his slightly messy hair behind his ears, patted the dirt off his body, and looked at the "ghost thing" that had just tripped him.

The first thing you see is a man dressed in black, his face down on the ground.

He looked around, broke off a branch, squatted down next to the "corpse," and poked it with the stick.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The surroundings were completely silent.

He poked it again, but there was still no movement. He glanced around furtively, then kicked the "corpse" as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph, serves you right for tripping me up." He ignored the person on the ground and instead went to retrieve the pigeon he had just shot down.

It has nothing to do with him, and who knows if he's dead or alive, or if he's a bad guy?

However, when returning the way he came, Yan Anhuai still hesitated and stopped.

"Sigh~ You'd better be glad you're still alive, otherwise, I wouldn't be here to collect your corpse~"

He turned the person over and pressed his ear against the person's chest. He could still faintly feel the heart beating, though not clearly. It was obvious that the person was still alive, but the injuries were too severe.

Even from a distance, you could smell the strong stench of blood on that person. I wonder which enemy he had offended, or he had almost died.

Yan Anhuai quickly got up, only to find that his blue robe was stained with several red plum blossoms by blood.

"This is so annoying. You have to buy me a new set of clothes after you're better. You should know how to repay kindness, you hear me, Brother Lying Corpse."

Lin·Lying Corpse Brother·Mu Han: "..."

Yan Anhuai had already decided to rescue the person, but how to get them back was a new problem.

After thinking for a moment, he put a life-saving pill into Lin Muhan's mouth, and then tied the hunted pigeon to Lin Muhan's waist with Lin Muhan's belt.

Seeing all this, Yan Anhuai was extremely satisfied.

He dragged Lin Muhan by the feet, laboriously pulling him for two miles.

Fortunately, he only found the person at the foot of the mountain and was able to drag him back. If it had been further away, he probably would have been heartless enough to leave the person there.

"Master, help me!"

Yan Anhuai shouted at the top of his lungs, and just as he was about to shout himself hoarse, a thin old man walked out of the dilapidated Taoist temple.

The old man, dressed in a drab Taoist robe and with his hair styled in a Taoist bun, held a wine gourd in his hand. He took a big gulp of wine and said impatiently, "Silly disciple, what is it now?"

"Master, I've brought someone back with me."

The old man lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at his foolish apprentice.

Yan Anhuai's hair was a mess, the blue ribbon tied behind his head was loose and almost came undone, his face was covered with fine beads of sweat, his clothes were stained with blood, and he was panting heavily, supporting himself on his knees.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had committed murder.

"You little brat, why are you bringing back random things again? You're not a scavenger!"

The old man was extremely disappointed in his apprentice, who was on the verge of starvation, and now his foolish apprentice had brought home another sick person for him.

"But I can't just stand by and watch him die, can I?"

"Master, please save him quickly! If he really dies in our Qingyu Temple, that would be a terrible disaster."

The old man sighed, leaned closer to take a look, and his lips twitched when he saw the pigeon tied around Lin Muhan's waist.

He's really something.

Who would tie a pigeon to their clothes? What if people found out...?

"Huh? How did you get him back?"

Yan Anhuai hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation and told the truth, "I dragged him back. What else could I do? He was as heavy as a pig; my wrists hurt!"

The old man was shocked!

He quickly took Lin Muhan's pulse on the ground, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the person was still alive.

"It's a good thing he survived; otherwise, with you dragging him along like that, he would have been dragged to his death halfway there, even if he hadn't died yet."

After being scolded by his master, Yan Anhuai felt extremely aggrieved. He said pitifully, "I gave him a life-saving pill, and besides, he needed to be treated anyway. What difference does it make whether the injury is more serious or less serious?"

Old man: Okay...that makes a lot of sense.

Bah! What a load of nonsense!

"You..." The old man hesitated, then finally sighed, "Take the pigeons away, and hand the person over to me."

"Oh, oh!" Yan Anhuai skipped and hopped, carrying the pigeon to the kitchen.

He's been eating grass these past few days, without any meat, and he's gotten so thin from hunger.

I'll make myself some pigeon soup to nourish myself.

Master Park, who is also Yan Anhuai's master, sighed as he looked at Lin Muhan on the ground.

"Very well, since it was that brat An Huai who saved you, it means you're not destined to die. I, this old Taoist, will save your life today!"

Master Park dragged the person into Yan Anhuai's room.

Yan Anhuai protested this.

"Protest denied, huh? Where else can this person you picked up stay if he doesn't stay in your room? Our Qingyu Temple is a run-down place, where can we find a proper room for him to stay?"

"No, then what about me? He's staying here, so where am I supposed to stay?"

Master Park replied matter-of-factly, "You? What business is it of mine where you live? You can always sleep on the floor."

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I should have known better than to save him; I even took over his bed.

Yan Anhuai stared intently at Lin Muhan on the bed, and stepped forward to pull him off, but as soon as he got close, he found that Lin Muhan suddenly opened his eyes.

Startled, she slipped and fell on top of Lin Muhan, unfortunately landing on his newly bandaged wound.

Lin Muhan hissed and glared at Yan Anhuai, who was standing there dumbfounded, before grabbing Yan Anhuai by the neck.

"Tell me, where is this? Why am I here?"

He said he was pinching, but he didn't use any force. His gaze lingered warily on Master Park, who was with Yan Anhuai, before finally settling on Master Park's tattered Taoist robe.

Lin Muhan narrowed his eyes.

"A Taoist priest? This is a Taoist temple? Which Taoist temple?"

Yan Anhuai was furious. "How could you do this? I saved you, okay? And you still choked me!"

After saying this, Lin Muhan finally released Yan Anhuai.

The first thing Yan Anhuai did was look in the mirror, and as he expected, his neck was covered in red marks.

"You've choked my neck until it's red. Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Lin Muhan couldn't help but look at Yan Anhuai's neck. Afraid that he couldn't see clearly enough, Yan Anhuai even pulled his collar down a little.

"Look!"

Lin Muhan was shocked.

He didn't use much force, just a light squeeze, how did it turn so red?