Chapter 107: Exposed? [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Ayan: "Teacher, will he die?"
The old man placed his hand on the man's dantian, attempting to stimulate his literary spirit with his own literary energy. However, the man's injuries were severe, his meridians and dantian were weak, and even his literary spirit was listless. He sighed, "Let fate decide. Even I can't say for sure."
Ayan pursed her lips, her expression seemingly somewhat disappointed.
The old man comforted him, saying, "However, since he was the first person Ayan saved, I suppose God will be lenient with him."
Ayan's eyes lit up: "Really?"
The old man said, "Of course."
He stripped the man of his wet clothes until he was only in his underpants, and then asked Ayan to fetch a medicine box from the carriage. From it, he took out a large number of bottles and jars, each labeled with its specific medicinal use—Ayan was going to practice martial arts and would inevitably suffer bumps and bruises, so the medicines were all prepared.
Seeing the wounds that were red, swollen, and festering from being soaked in the river, the old man took out a knife from the bottom of his medicine box, cut away the rotten flesh, applied medicine, fed the patient medicine, set the bones, bandaged the wound, and then moved the person onto the carriage.
After a flurry of activity, it was already dark. Ayan, unable to offer much help, went into the water several times to drag the other bodies ashore. Like the men, they all had multiple fractures and injuries.
They either had half their heads chopped off, or their throats were cut and their hearts pierced; they must have encountered the same group of villains.
"I've done all I can. The rest—whether the King of Hell will spare your life—is entirely up to you." After muttering this, he heard Ayan calling him for dinner from outside the carriage curtain. The old man immediately replied, "Coming!"
The old man and the young man, master and apprentice, enjoyed a meal together.
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Lin Feng's cries were initially suppressed and restrained.
Suppressing her unspeakable grief, she forced herself to swallow all the bitterness, with only soft sobs escaping from the corners of her lips. At first, she could still bear it, but Shen Tang's words made her lose control, and she burst into tears, as if all her negative emotions had found an outlet.
They rushed out all at once, and there was no way to stop them.
She lay on her mother's mutilated body, a sight that broke the hearts of all who saw it.
Shen Tang moved her lips, but in the end, she swallowed the words of comfort and chose to remain a quiet background figure. It wasn't until Lin Feng was exhausted from crying and almost fainted that Shen Tang looked up at the sky and said softly, "It's getting dark, let's go home first."
go home?
Upon hearing the word, hot tears rolled down her cheeks again. She responded hoarsely with a "hmm." Shen Tang continued to ramble, "Go back and see if the East Kitchen has any eggs or duck eggs. Boil a couple and apply them to your eyes, otherwise you might not be able to open your eyes tomorrow."
After crying for so long, not only was her throat hoarse and weak, but even her once bright and lively black eyes were now red like rabbit eyes, and her eyelids were red and swollen, making her look both pitiful and disheveled.
Seeing Lin Feng's eyelids drooping and her stumbling almost falling as she stood up, Shen Tang grabbed her wrist: "Sleepy?"
Lin Feng's lips were pale as he shook his head defiantly, "I'm not sleepy..."
Shen Tang: "..."
You can't even stand steadily, and you stagger when you walk. How can you say you're not sleepy?
She silently recited a mantra and pulled the motorcycle over.
"Sit down."
The body was loaded onto a wooden cart and transported back to the bandit's den... oh no, it should be the newly established "Joining Hands to Achieve a Well-off Society" village by the men sent by Gong Shuwu. She took Lin Feng, who was exhausted and looking tired, and slowly returned home on a motorcycle.
You can see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys in the distance.
Beneath the cooking smoke, a figure stood.
Shen Tang approached and waved: "Wu Hui, I'm back."
Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person return.
Although Qi Shan repeatedly pointed out that Shen Tang was slow to react in some ways and recklessly audacious, Chu Yao still couldn't help but worry—
What are you worried about?
They were worried that his family's destiny would be so frightened that they would run away halfway.
After all, a plan to both regulate able-bodied men and rob tax revenue didn't seem like something law-abiding citizens would do. Anyone who reacted quickly enough would realize something was wrong and secretly prepare to flee.
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However, Goro is clearly an exception.
Seeing Shen Tang return with a carefree and cheerful demeanor, as if this bandit's den were just an ordinary place to stay, Chu Yao completely believed Qi Bushan's conclusion.
"Wu Hui, has the kitchen started cooking yet? I'm so hungry."
Chu Yao said, "I left a big bowl of hot noodles for Wu Lang."
He was about to step forward to take the sleeping Lin Feng from him when Shen Tang was a step faster, scooping him up in her arms without handing him over. Chu Yao paused, saying, "Fifth Brother."
"Um?"
Chu Yao said earnestly, "Miss Lin will be taking care of Wu Lang's daily life and washing up. You two don't need to follow the rule of 'boys and girls shouldn't sit together after the age of seven,' but since you've decided to send her off as her 'sworn brother,' it's best to avoid some intimate gestures..."
Shen Tang: "..."
Chu Yao gestured the number eight: "And she is already eight years old."
Goro is too close to her in age, so it's indeed not advisable for them to get too close.
Shen Tang's eyes held a subtle expression: "...Wu Hui."
Chu Yao replied, "I'm here."
Shen Tang earnestly promised: "I believe that the power of words is omnipotent. Techniques such as grinding the lens to match the light and adjusting the eye to match the mirror will also be achieved. If I can get my hands on some good things like glass-type jadeite or crystal, I will grind a monocle for you."
She was understanding because of her age and presbyopia.
Does her face look like you could pull something out of it?
Chu Yao, who was actually only thirty-four, was like this: "???"
Xiaocheng, residential houses.
When Qi Shan returned, the sun had not yet set, but strangely, the door bolts of the houses were already locked and could not be pushed open.
He had no choice but to knock on the door.
Thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump.
This was the secret code he had agreed upon with the elderly couple.
If there is danger inside the house, answer "Who is it? Why are you knocking?" If there is no danger, answer "Wait a moment, I'm coming."
A moment later, the old woman's voice came from inside the door.
"Wait a moment, they're here." The footsteps grew closer, followed by the sound of the door latch being moved. With a creak, the wooden door was opened, and the old woman looked at the completely unfamiliar young man in plain clothes without any surprise. She said softly, "Young man, please come in quickly."
As soon as Qi Shan entered the courtyard, she glanced outside twice before closing the door.
"Has anyone been here today?"
Seeing the old woman's cautious demeanor, Qi Shan knew something was amiss.
"Yes, they seem to be looking for their husband."
Qi Shan frowned upon hearing this: "Who is it?"
The old woman led him into the house, saying worriedly, "I don't know, but judging from their clothes and appearance, they seem to be retainers of some family. They even used the excuse of borrowing water to sit in the courtyard, and their conversation was full of inquiries about your identity, young master. Young master, what do you think of this..."
Qi Shan said, "It's nothing."
The old woman added, "Someone has been in the young master's room."
Ever since her benefactors moved in, whenever they went out, the old woman would smear some rice ash on the windowsills and doorframes of the guesthouse. If outsiders sneaked in, they would leave traces. Qi Shan and the others left yesterday and didn't return overnight. After that group of strangers came, unfamiliar marks appeared on the windowsills and doorframes, which terrified the old woman.
They weren't afraid of getting involved themselves, but they were afraid that something would happen to their benefactor.
Qi Shan remained calm: "Don't panic, it's alright."
The old woman's anxiety subsided: "That's good."
(End of this chapter)
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