This incident served as a wake-up call for Yanxiao.
Even if it weren't the apocalypse, she couldn't use up all her superpower energy without any safety guarantees just because she was in a hurry to detoxify.
Fortunately, this time it was a close call. Otherwise, if she had been caught off guard and ended up in trouble because of this carelessness, she would never have been able to swallow that humiliation, even if she died and became a ghost.
The coachman was preoccupied with his monthly allowance and didn't pay much attention to Yanxiao's situation.
In addition, Yan Xiao's behavior was too ruthless, which made him, who wasn't very brave, not dare to act recklessly at all.
He glanced at the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered his courage to shout inside:
"Gentlemen, the horse is injured. Do you think we should let it rest longer tonight? Otherwise, I'm worried it might cause trouble tomorrow."
Yan Xiao's injuries had healed considerably and no longer affected his normal movements.
Upon hearing the coachman's words, she immediately lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside. She discovered that although it was not yet dark, the moon had already appeared, clearly about to take over from the sun.
Looking at the injured horse again, I noticed that it was indeed in very poor spirits, so I didn't insist.
"Okay, then find a place to stop!"
Upon hearing this, the coachman immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright, there's an abandoned, dilapidated temple not far ahead. We can stay there tonight."
"Okay, let's go there then."
The coachman made a living by driving carts for others all year round and was quite familiar with the routes in this area, so it wasn't surprising that Yan Xiao knew there was a temple ahead.
When the carriage stopped again, Yan Xiao knew that they had arrived at the dilapidated temple.
She lifted the carriage curtain and looked out, and saw a fairly large two-story building in front of her. Judging from its outline, it should be the dilapidated temple that the driver had mentioned.
Shen Qiyue followed Yan Xiao down from the carriage, and exclaimed in amazement upon seeing the building before her:
"This is a dilapidated temple? How could something that was so well-repaired be abandoned?"
The groom, who had just tied up the horse, couldn't help but show a hint of regret upon hearing this:
"This place was originally the best temple in the area, and every year during the temple fair, people from all over would come here to burn incense and make wishes."
But now, in this year of famine, with refugees fleeing everywhere, how can a temple like this in the suburbs possibly be protected?
Upon hearing this, Shen Qiyue thought it made sense and didn't say anything more.
Yan Xiao had already arrived at the horse. She looked at the horse's injuries and found that they were just some superficial wounds, nothing serious and easy to treat. She thought she would treat it after it had rested for a while the next day.
After all, her horse played a crucial role in her escape from the bandits' encirclement.
She is a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, and dislikes owing favors to others, including animals.
The coachman saw Yan Xiao looking at the horses and followed her over, his face full of bitterness.
In that state, anyone who didn't know better would think it was his little lover who was injured.
Yan Xiao didn't hesitate much, immediately took out a packet of wound medicine from her bag, and handed it to the coachman who looked distressed.
"This is excellent medicine for wounds. Apply it and you'll be more than half healed by tomorrow. It will probably be fully healed by the time you return."
Really?
The stableman was surprised that Yan Xiao would give him medicine, and his face immediately lit up with a smile as he thanked Yan Xiao repeatedly.
Yan Xiao ignored him and, after giving him the medicine, led Shen Qiyue into the dilapidated temple.
Shen Qiyue glanced at the medicine in the coachman's hand, her expression strange. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask:
"Sister-in-law, doesn't that medicine packet belong to that guy named Xiao Rui? When did it come into your possession?"
Yan Xiao's face stiffened upon hearing this, and when she met Shen Qiyue's clear eyes again, she even felt a little guilty.
How should she answer?
Could it be that this is a habit I developed in the apocalypse, where I habitually put anything that could save my life into my pocket?
Isn't this setting a bad example for children? Other things can be taught, but petty theft is unacceptable.
Most importantly, if she dares to teach the male lead's sister to be a thief, the male lead's secure job will definitely be severely damaged.
She coughed lightly, covering her mouth to hide her embarrassment, and then, without batting an eye, told a white lie:
"This was given to me by Xiao Rui."
"Really? How come I didn't know that?"
"You were too full to look at anything else." Yan Xiao said with certainty, after all, it was the truth and not a lie.
"Huh? Is that so?" Shen Qiyue was completely stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense, which made her blush a little.
"Yes, that's it."
Yan Xiao could easily fool a child without batting an eye. Afraid that she would ask more questions, he quickly led her into the dilapidated temple.
As soon as Yan Xiao entered the dilapidated temple, he vaguely heard some noise.
She stopped and glanced, seemingly casually, toward the source of the noise, but didn't see anyone suspicious.
Just as she thought it was her imagination and was about to look away, her gaze was drawn to a tattered futon.
There was a suspicious red mark on the edge of the prayer mat, which was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
Even so, Yan Xiao could immediately recognize that it was blood, and that it had been left recently.
Shen Qiyue, who was walking beside Yan Xiao, stopped when she saw Yan Xiao suddenly stop moving.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, we just think this place is really big. Let's find a place to settle in, and we'll stay here tonight."
Yan Xiao's words were a reply to Shen Qiyue, but also a deliberate statement intended for those in the shadows to hear.
This indicates that they were just passing by.
Since the other party is injured and has chosen to avoid contact, then if they know what's good for them, they should leave each other alone.
After she finished speaking, she led Shen Qiyue to a spot a little further away from the prayer mat, and then gestured for Shen Qiyue to tidy up the ground.
He then sat down and used the energy he had just recovered to continue healing his back.
Although Shen Qiyue was young, she was very quick and efficient. Before long, she had laid out a place big enough for two people to lie down and rest, and then she started making dinner.
Before long, the aroma of food wafted from the dilapidated temple.
Their food was simple; to avoid attracting attention, they only brought pickled vegetables, steamed buns, and some rice.
Shen Qiyue only cooked a pot of hot porridge, and the two of them, along with the coachman, ate it with dry steamed buns and some pickled vegetables.
Although the food was simple, even meager, both of them, who had been hungry before, ate with great relish.
This is such simple food, which they couldn't afford just a few days ago.
If someone had told them back then that they would be able to eat their fill every day, they would have said that person was dreaming.
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