A few days passed.
As the carriage arrived at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, the coachman suddenly cried out, "Oh no, why is there soone lying there?"
Shen Qiu Yang lifted the curtain of the carriage and at first glance, she saw the man with whom she had crossed paths twice before, lying unconscious on the ground. There were two bloody holes on the man’s ankle, oozing purple-black blood, and in his hands, he clenched a venomous snake that he had already strangled to death.
One man and one snake, one barely clinging to life, the other already long dead.
Su Lang was a youth with a contrarian temperant, changeable as the weather, unpredictable in joy and anger, but at that mont, he made a decisive leap from the carriage. "Co on, let’s see if he can still be saved!"
Shen Qiu Yang also got down, glancing strangely at Su Lang. Maybe Su Lang’s compassion was a bit unexpected for her? But she wholeheartedly supported this act.
Once, Shen Qiu Yang had fallen off a cliff. Though she was lucky enough not to die, she was not far from death. If it hadn’t been for eting her benefactor, perhaps Shen Qiu Yang would no longer exist in this world.
Without experiencing such an ordeal, one could not understand the despair that accompanies it.
Coincidentally, Su Lang shared a similar experience. Once Hou Er, the Second Master, had colluded with the minions of the Governnt Office, leading Su Lang to be cornered. He barely escaped with his life. If he hadn’t t Master, perhaps he would have long been condemned as a prisoner, or even beheaded and displayed to the public by now.
Master was kind to him. The boy’s background was unfortunate—a pitiable person. Because he had not received much love since childhood, even the slightest kindness from others would earn them a place at the top of his heart.
He was not unreasonable; although he almost deviated from the right path during his growth, Master corrected him in ti.
He understood in his heart that Master treated him as a brother and guided him for his own good. Precisely for this reason, his dependence on Master grew ever stronger. To him, Master was the most important person in the world, without a doubt!
Su Lang checked the man’s breathing and, seeing that there was still life, he pinched his philtrum. However, the man was deeply poisoned, his lips already purple from Su Lang’s pressure, yet he remained deeply unconscious.
Shen Qiu Yang rembered that Dong Huiying had stuffed her with various pots and bottles before she left the mountain, just in case of ergency, and now they could be properly used.
Among those pots and bottles were so healing ointnts and detoxification pills, right?
She took out a few small bottles, poured out a Detoxification Pill, and stuffed it into the man’s mouth. She then drew a cross on the man’s ankle with a dagger, hoping to squeeze out the poisoned blood. But just then, the unconscious man groaned and slowly regained consciousness.
This man was Liang Yuening.
Baobao’s departure from ho was a severe blow to him. He couldn’t swallow food, and since that person left, he had been searching everywhere.
At first he asked around Taihang Town, then he expanded his search to other towns. For over four months, he never stopped for a mont.
He asured the world with his feet; in the process of searching, he lost his voice, blisters ford on his feet, and fever blisters appeared on his mouth. He neglected his own appearance to the point where people mistook him for a beggar, chased him away, laughed at him, and so even thought he was mad, shooing him, cursing him, and attracting many disdainful looks.
Along the way, he truly suffered a great deal. But for him, the hardship didn’t matter; he never cared for it or took it to heart.
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