Yuan Hua was mostly sober now.

Although there were three of them, Meng Jing was only ten years old, and A Mian was not only drunk but also had no weapons on her.

The setting sun was like blood.

Yuan Hua grabbed A Mian, the first person he saw after transmigrating into the book. At that time, he thought she would be the wife arranged for him by the plot, and that she would be virtuous and kind, silently carrying him all the way to success.

Only then did he understand why fate had brought him to this place and at this time.

"A-Mian, take Xiao-Jing and keep running until you reach the city to call for help. I'll hold him off! Do you hear me? Don't look back!"

At this moment, A-Mian didn't dawdle or chatter any longer. Without saying a word, she grabbed Xiao-Jing, whose legs were trembling with fear, and ran towards the city.

Seeing this, the mountain spirit was about to pounce and chase after him, but Yuan Hua picked up a stone and threw it at him. The two of them were instantly locked in a fierce struggle.

Amian ran faster and faster, desperately pulling Meng Jing along, but the little sister was already terrified and stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, A-Mian simply carried Meng Jing on her back.

She felt a strange power coursing through her body, making her feel neither tired nor extremely excited.

They ran so fast that they even lost their straw sandals.

As if possessed, she turned around and glanced back.

In the usual scene, there were only two small black dots, like two flying insects in front of a candle, circling and dancing a death dance.

Yuan Hua wasn't the kind of person who was particularly righteous and awe-inspiring; a few months ago, he would never have imagined that he could do such a thing.

He simply accepted that he wasn't a "prodigy" through the daily grind.

Perhaps there are many people in this world who will never achieve great success and can only find meaning in their ordinary lives.

Yuan Hua suddenly felt that he was quite handsome when he thought of that sentence. It was a pity that A Mian could not see it. Fortunately, he had enjoyed such a pleasant meal today.

He couldn't help but laugh, "As long as the host can make the guest drunk, he won't know where his hometown is..."

Actually, reading itself is a wonderful thing.

*

At the city gate, a disheveled Ah Mian was gesturing and babbling to the guards: "The bandits are here! The bandits are here! They're right outside the city!"

The news spread like wildfire, and soon everyone in the city with a glimpse of the truth heard about it. The garrison mobilized its troops, and the group marched in a grand procession to the countryside.

To people's surprise, there was blood on the ground and the body of a bandit lying there.

His eyes were wide with rage, his expression one of utter terror, as if he had witnessed something horrifying. He still gripped the wood-chopping knife tightly in his hand; whose blood was on it?

There were no bloodstains or footprints indicating that there was a second person besides the bandits here.

"Where's Yuan Hua? Where did he go?" A-Mian, panting, was also shocked. "I clearly saw him..."

She checked again carefully and found that Yuan Hua had vanished as if she had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace.

Where did he go?

She was still a little dizzy, and after rubbing her eyes, she was shocked to find three men with unfriendly expressions standing in front of her.

"How is that possible?"

“Lu, A, Mian”.

Ah Mian felt incredibly uneasy, and for some reason, she had a feeling that a great disaster was about to befall her. Without thinking twice, she simply pretended to be drunk.

People started shouting, "What's going on? Quickly, call a doctor!"

Someone else shouted, "It's nothing, just a smell of alcohol. I think the young lady is just drunk and can't hold her liquor!"

Ah Mian buried her head in her sleep, and no matter how others called her, she wouldn't wake up.

While pretending, I actually fell asleep...

When she woke up again, she smelled a scent of sandalwood and medicine. Ah Mian felt a slight headache and tried to sit up but lay back down.

After a while, she opened her eyes again and found the bed beneath her extremely soft, with layers of gorgeous bed curtains as far as the eye could see. A-Mian wondered, "Could I have arrived in heaven? How wonderful!"

"My wife is awake. I'll go and call someone."

A-Mian rubbed her head and then sat up again. A moment later, she heard the sound of wheels turning on the wooden planks, and she remembered: "Dr. Wen!"

Standing next to her was Meng Chijian, whose expression... well, let's just say that after just one glance, A-Mian felt a strong urge not to go home.

"It was just a bout of drunkenness; it's good that you're alright." Wen Qiao asked patiently, "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"It's nothing, just a bit of a headache."

What a good man! This is a truly good doctor!

Ah Mian's eyes welled up with tears.

"I see." Wen Qiao smiled and waved her hand, and immediately a maid brought over a bowl of medicinal soup.

Ah Mian struggled for a moment, "It seems like my head doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'll drink it anyway, to consolidate the effects."

She gritted her teeth and had no choice but to drink the bowl of bitter medicine. The bitterness was truly piercing her heart; she coughed repeatedly, her tongue went numb, and from that moment on, she never wanted to see Wen Qiao again!

Meng Chijian said coldly, "Serves you right."

He took a small piece of candied fruit and fed it to A-Mian, who then calmed down, her eyes filled with tears as she held the candy in her mouth.

She lifted the blanket and found that one of her feet was wrapped up.

"You cut your foot on a pebble while running yesterday, but it's nothing serious. Just don't get the wound wet for the next couple of days."

Amian was carried home like that, and was puzzled to find that Yuan Hua had not returned for several days.

Meng Jing also went to the dilapidated ancestral hall to look for him, but everyone said they had never seen him again.

"This is really strange! It's said that when the bandit's body was taken to the yamen, the coroner discovered during the autopsy that there wasn't a single knife wound on his body! There was only a bruise the size of a bowl on his chest. Could it be that he was kicked hard by a ghost?"

Meng Jing asked mysteriously, "Tell me, who exactly is Wu Qian (Yuan Hua)? Could he really be a mountain spirit who saved us because we did a good deed by taking him in?"

“Impossible, right? He doesn’t look like a fox spirit or a rabbit spirit. If he really was a monster, what could he have been before he cultivated into a human?” A-Mian reasoned meticulously. “In my opinion, he was probably a snake demon. After killing the bandit, he turned into a small snake and disappeared into the bushes. That’s why we can’t find any footprints or bodies.”

However, no matter how they reasoned, the rumors had already spread like wildfire.

The story is roughly about how mountain bandits wreaked havoc on the area, disturbing the lives of the local people.

A deity in the heavens couldn't stand it anymore and descended to the mortal world. People usually saw him as extremely insignificant and bullied and humiliated him.

Unexpectedly, when the bandits were about to attack the city, everyone was trembling and crying out in despair. But he stepped forward and turned the tide in an instant!

People wept bitterly, realizing they had been blind to the great man's worth and had treated the hero with such disrespect.

The bandits were terrified and disappeared from the world forever...

Amian was stunned.

After a long pause, she suddenly said, "Actually, he always said that he came from a very, very far away world, and he may have already gone back by now."

I really don't know what kind of world that is.