Quick Transmigration: Why Did You Provoke Her? She's Cheating!

Seeing that she was about to be destroyed, 778 casually signed a contract with a host she found pleasing and directly transmigrated to a world.

Reborn Protagonist: Why am I still living such ...

Chapter 222 Farming and Business (22)

"The Third Young Master said he wants to see the Sixth Young Master alive or dead. Everyone, search the place!"

Dozens of assassins dressed in black scattered throughout the mountains and forests.

Gong Yu clutched his injured arm, leaned against a cliff face, cut open his robe with a blood-stained knife, and quickly bandaged himself with a muffled groan.

Hearing the footsteps around him getting closer, Gong Yu gritted his teeth and jumped into the rushing river. The splash attracted the attention of the assassins.

Unfortunately, the night was dark, and the trees on the cliff were layered and indistinct. "Boss, what should we do next?"

“He’s been poisoned. He dared to jump into such turbulent water; he’s definitely not going to survive. You report this to the capital first. The rest of you will come with me to the downstream area of ​​the river first thing tomorrow morning.”

The assassins replied, "Yes."

Gong Yu followed the river downstream, desperately trying to grab onto anything around him. Finally, he grabbed a protruding rock and climbed up with great effort. Gong Yu stood up unsteadily, the poison began to spread, and his vision began to blur.

He vaguely saw a person carrying a lantern. Gong Yu became defensive and gripped his curved sword tightly, waiting for the person to get closer so he could catch him off guard.

Thud—

Mingyue watched helplessly as the person collapsed at her feet. She raised her foot and nudged Gong Yu's shoulder, but there was no response. "Xiao Lin."

Guard Lin immediately appeared from the shadows, "My lord."

"Deliver it to He Nian's house, but don't reveal that I asked you to deliver it."

"yes."

Guard Lin carried Gong Yu straight to He Nian's house. He Nian, who was just about to fall asleep, vaguely heard noises coming from her own courtyard. She grabbed a coat, cautiously held the wooden stick she had prepared by the bed, and went out. "Who is it?"

Not seeing anyone, He Nian thought she was hallucinating, but when she turned around, there was a man lying in front of her door.

He Nian instantly struck the man on the ground with a stick, causing him to groan, his condition unknown.

The two little ones next door were also woken up. They rubbed their eyes and came out sleepily, only to find that their older sister was holding a stick and hitting something.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

He Caisheng walked to He Nian's side and subconsciously shielded He Ruyi behind him.

"I don't know how this man ended up in our house."

He Nian spoke in a low voice, only to realize that the man was covered in blood. She had hit him on the head with the stick. Could she have killed him?

"He's covered in blood, sister, shall we go and call the village chief?"

This person is clearly not from Dahe Village, and the fabric of his clothes is the same as Mr. Mingyue's.

He Nian tentatively reached out to check his breathing, and thankfully felt a faint breath. He Nian breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's carry him inside first, and then we'll go see the village chief tomorrow."

It was so dark, and their house was far from the village chief's; there was no need for them to risk going out for a strange man.

“Let’s carry you into my room,” He Caisheng suggested.

"Alright."

He Nian struggled to support the man and helped him onto He Caisheng's bed. "I'll go get some water to wipe him down, so he doesn't die in our house and we'll have to take responsibility for it."

"I'll go get some medicine."

After He Ruyi learned to read, Mingyue gave her a medical book. She went to the mountain with her brother to pick herbs several times, and most of the results were correct.

However, herbs need to be processed to better preserve their medicinal properties, but she hadn't figured it out yet, so she could only pound the herbs into juice and apply it to Gong Yu's wound.

"Sister, the color of his wound is wrong, and the blood is black. He's probably been poisoned."

He Ruyi removed the bandage from Gong Yu's wound, not daring to touch it with her hands, and pointed a bamboo stick at the spot where Gong Yu had been poisoned.