Chapter 60: Sobering Up [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
pain!
It's awful!
This was Shen Tang's first impression.
Headache, hand pain, back pain, leg pain, foot pain...
Every part of my body aches.
As she regained consciousness, it felt as if every cell in her body was banging drums in protest. Taking a deep breath, the strong smell of earth and blood assaulted her nostrils. She frowned slightly, her temples throbbing, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The scene of Shen Tang falling to the ground was too unexpected. Zhai Le only had time to order two black-armored soldiers to provide support and protection to prevent anyone from being injured in the chaos of battle. Qi Shan was both annoyed and amused. She never expected her to pull such a stunt out of the blue.
As soon as I got close, I heard Shen Tang cursing.
"Damn it—where am I?"
The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself face down, half her face buried in a muddy puddle, her cheeks covered in mud. She wiped her face, and her palm was stained with blood. She realized then that it wasn't a muddy puddle at all, but a pool of blood!
He struggled to sit up and looked around.
The firelight reflected in her eyes. Most of the houses in the mountains were destroyed in the flames; everywhere she looked were severed limbs and corpses, scattered haphazardly on the ground, blood still trickling from their wounds. It was clear that a fierce battle had recently broken out here.
The sounds of killing and shouting continued all around.
This scene made Shen Tang wonder if she had time-traveled again, and even traveled to the battlefield of a small-scale skirmish.
It's no wonder she imagined things that way.
She clearly remembered that not long ago she was enjoying the moon, drinking, and drying her wet hair under the eaves of a house, living a carefree and pleasant life. How could she have found herself in an unfamiliar mountain valley the moment she opened her eyes again? And around her were soldiers in red and black armor fighting each other?
The only thing she could be thankful for was that the soldiers weren't paying attention to her; otherwise, it would have been dangerous if one of them had their eyes on her.
"Shen Wulang, Young Master Shen—"
At that moment, a familiar male voice reached Shen Tang's ears.
Looking up at the sound, I saw a familiar face.
He exclaimed with delight, "Yuanliang! What are you doing here?"
Qi Shan: "..."
With a simple sentence, he shut down the sarcastic remark that was about to slip out, and instead of provoking the other person, he ended up feeling quite stifled himself.
What right does Shen Tang have to ask him this question?
Why is he here in the middle of the night?
Doesn't Young Master Shen have any idea what's going on?
Qi Shan smiled gently and asked Shen Tang in a low voice, "Young Master Shen, do you still remember what you did before?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Although completely bewildered, her intuition told her that Qi Shan's smile was chilling and definitely meant trouble. As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Shan's smile grew even brighter. She felt a slight electric shock-like sensation on her scalp, and her whole body became uneasy.
Shen Tang said timidly, "...I don't know."
He stammered, "What...what did I do?"
"What did you do?" Qi Shan asked through gritted teeth. "First, you ran all the way to the vicinity of the Xiaocheng Central Government Office, and then you ran all the way out of Xiaocheng, disappearing into the deep mountains and forests more than 20 miles away. Shen Youli, Shen Youli, you really can run!"
Shen Tang: "..."
"When other people drink, they might at most act a little crazy or say some incoherent things. But when you drink, you're going to grab a sword and kill whoever you see, right?"
Shen Tang, who had just been given a stern lecture, was speechless.
She blinked blankly and innocently—belatedly realizing that she had contributed to this masterpiece.
"I didn't mean to..."
As a reclusive artist, she knew she wasn't a good drinker, but she never imagined that a bowl of Dukang wine would knock her out, and then cause her to go on a drunken rampage, brandishing a sword and killing people. Seeing Qi Shan's anger mixed with worry, she felt embarrassed and ashamed, wishing she could bang her head on the ground.
Qi Shan's anger deflated like a punctured balloon, and he waved his hand helplessly, saying, "Try to drink less alcohol in the future."
If Young Master Shen didn't cause trouble for others when he drank, it would be fine, but it's always the bystanders who suffer, so he insists on stopping them no matter what.
Shen Tang: "Oh."
Without their commander, the red-armored soldiers were like headless flies, quickly devoured by the black-armored soldiers, and the battle cries gradually subsided. Zhai Le retrieved his Martial Tiger Talisman, dragging the heavily wounded "thief" with one hand to Shen Tang's side, his bright eyes flashing with a hint of smug satisfaction. He called out loudly, "Brother Shen, I've brought you this little thief who stole your treasure!"
Shen Tang was completely bewildered: "Huh???"
Qi Shan glanced at the "thief" expressionlessly.
This is the "thief" that Young Master Shen, drunk and disorderly, chased for over twenty miles with his sword to catch late at night? He probably suffered an undeserved misfortune… well, not quite. If Young Master Shen hadn't stumbled upon him, given the scale of the attack, this man would surely be dead!
Thinking of this, Qi Shan's eyes darkened slightly.
How could an ordinary person attract this level of pursuit? Even a low-ranking official isn't like a cabbage in a field, someone you can run into anywhere. In the military, such a person would command three to five thousand troops. To send someone of that strength to hunt someone down…
He lowered his eyelids slightly to hide his deep thoughts, vaguely guessing what was going on.
And the "thief" that Zhai Le mentioned...
Severely injured and on the verge of unconsciousness, he was startled by these words. A thick layer of blood couldn't hide the bewilderment on his face. He didn't know when he had become a "thief." He was certain that he hadn't "stole" anything from Shen Tang, but he couldn't deny that he indeed possessed a priceless treasure.
His muscles tensed, and he was on guard.
Shen Tang looked puzzled and asked Zhai Le, "What thief?"
Zhai Le was stumped by her question, and pointed at the "thief," raising his voice: "Didn't Brother Shen say this person stole your treasure?"
Shen Tang: "..."
She's not, she didn't do it, don't wrong an innocent person!
Faced with the stares of three pairs of eyes, Shen Tang took a step back, her voice lacking confidence: "I...I was drunk earlier..."
So whatever she did has nothing to do with her!
For a moment, the atmosphere was so awkward that one wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with their toes. Shen Tang looked down and, oh dear, her wooden clogs were on the wrong feet. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to this detail, she quietly took off her clogs and put them back on, pretending that nothing had happened.
Hearing these words, the thief secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that they didn't come for him...
Because they were in such a sorry state, Shen Tang and his companions didn't want to return to Xiaocheng looking like this. They decided to spend the night in the wilderness and take the seriously injured "thief" downstream to the stream to treat his wounds and clean off the dirt.
Because she only had one nightgown, Shen Tang could only wash her face hastily. It was just past the height of summer, not yet autumn, and the air was still humid and stuffy, as if an invisible force was pressing down on her chest. In addition, the blood and dirt clung to her skin, making Shen Tang feel uncomfortable all over.
"I'm going to chop some firewood."
There was still firewood burning in the houses.
After resting for a while, the weakness and exhaustion from just waking up had subsided. Shen Tang chopped firewood with her Mother's Sword, Zhai Le was tricked into digging a pit to bury the body, and Qi Shan was responsible for taking care of the seriously injured "thief." Conditions in the wild were limited, so they could only provide basic treatment for the wounds. However, with the recovery abilities of a ninth-rank, fifth-level physician, he should be fully healed in seven or eight days.
"Thank you for your rescue, three righteous men."
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