Ugly Peasant Wife: Money Grubber

Yang Xinyu's eyes lit up. It was the smell of blood! Could it be that there was some wild beast fighting all around?

She immediately followed the scent and saw a trail of blood dripping into the grass not far away.

Yang Xinyu could not help but hold her breath.

It would be fine if she was a wounded beast in the grass, but if she had a hunting beast, she would have to quickly and ruthlessly use her hoe to strike at its vitals.

Otherwise, she would become the prey of wild beasts.

Although the original owner's strength was great, her body was not as light as it was before.

Yang Xinyu placed the bamboo basket gently on the side and held the hoe tightly. She carefully took a step forward, and with two steps, he walked closer and closer to the bush.

Suddenly, a groan came from the bushes, and before Yang Xinyu could react, she was controlled by a big palm, "Who are you? Who sent you to kill me? "

The man's voice was low and weak, but she had a lot of strength behind him. Her thick and strong arm was wrapped around her neck, and if Yang Xinyu dared to struggle, the dagger in his other hand would slash her throat.

Yang Xinyu was so scared that she did not even dare move, and just pretended to be calm. Young master, are you mistaken? If you recognize the wrong person, then I am just an ordinary peasant woman. How could I possibly chase you down? "

"…"

There were no movements from the man behind him, Yang Xinyu continued, "I'm someone from a village nearby, come and pick some game from the mountain, look, the things I picked are over there, if you don't believe me, you can go take a look!"

"…" The man remained silent.

Yang Xinyu pretended that he heard it and said softly, "Can you trust me now? If you let me go, I will never tell anyone that I saw you before at Back Mountain.

"Good …" However … You... You have to help me... Treat... "Wound …" The man spat out a few words with great difficulty, but before he could finish, his body collapsed limply to the ground.

Yang Xinyu heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at the man.

The man was dressed in black and his face was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Yang Xinyu was also not interested in his appearance, her gaze shifted down and landed on his chest.

There were many sword wounds on his body, but the wound on his chest was the most serious. If he were to pierce even a centimeter further, his heart would probably be pierced.

Seeing how this man was able to control his movement, his martial arts was definitely higher than most people's. Just who was the person that was chasing and killing him? How could he injure himself to such an extent?

It was unknown if it was because of the blood loss, but Yang Xinyu felt a buzzing in her head.

To save, or not to save?

This man's identity was unknown. The wounds on his body were full of ruthlessness, and every move was meant to take his life. It was highly likely that he was some sort of fugitive.

She had just transmigrated to this damnable place and hadn't made her own life popular yet, so she naturally didn't want to have anything to do with this man.

However, if he was allowed to remain still, if he lost too much blood, he would probably be eaten alive by wild beasts.

Although she didn't want to have anything to do with him, she couldn't just sit by and watch him die!

Yang Xinyu looked around, then lowered her head and looked at the man, and couldn't help but sigh.

Forget it, just treat it as her showing mercy. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!

But this place was at the foot of the mountain, so Yang Xinyu was afraid that she would come to a farmer's house to hunt, if someone saw him together with an unfamiliar man, they would not know what kind of gossip would come out.

At this critical moment, she couldn't even save herself. If she wanted to save someone, she had to find a place for them to stay.

She could not go to the village but she vaguely remembered that there was a cave at the bottom of the mountain. In the past, if she could not return to the village before sunset, Hee Ziyuan would often bring her and Hee Zijun there for the entire night.

Speaking of which, it was weird. The original owner couldn't remember what Hee Ziyuan looked like, but he could remember these small details.

This was completely outside of Yang Xinyu's expectations. The original owner was probably not completely stupid, otherwise how would he remember so much?

Yang Xinyu carried the man on his shoulder, he didn't feel heavy at all.

After entering the cave, she tore a rag from the man's sleeve and went to the river to wet it, carefully cleaning his wounds.

The wound on his arm and stomach was easy to deal with, but the wound on his chest was too deep.

The blood had stopped flowing, but he still needed to be disinfected. Otherwise, if his flesh became rotten, then his life would not be preserved even if he were a deity descending to the mortal world!

It was a good thing that the man had met Yang Xinyu. Although she was not a doctor, but at least she knew a little about emergency treatment.

On the road to Back Mountain, she had seen a few medicinal herbs used to treat her injuries. At this time, she didn't dare to be negligent and immediately went to look for those medicinal herbs.

The sun at noon was making people dizzy, so Yang Xinyu gathered the herbs as quickly as possible.

When she returned to the cave, she was soaked with sweat.

Let alone the fact that she was preoccupied with dealing with Hee Family and family members, she did not even notice that the original owner's body had not bathed for who knows how many days!

He did not know how Hee Zijun was able to endure the stinky stench of the original owner, but even she himself had almost puked!

Yang Xinyu endured the disgust, smashing a few herbs on the man's chest, then wrapping them in a thick layer of cloth that was torn off from his clothes, she heaved a sigh of relief.