Chapter 7

In the early morning, as the sky just began to brighten.

When Wu Ying woke up, he realized that he had actually fallen asleep while lying down. As an assassin, his vigilance made him instinctively try to sit up, but suddenly he found that his entire lower body seemed to have no feeling and couldn't move.

Wu Ying frowned and tried to sit up again, but still couldn't.

He raised his eyes and two slender figures came into view.

Su Mo and Sang Li were sleeping not far away, curled up together, looking like two boiled shrimp...

Wu Ying seemed to realize something, reached into his arms, and as expected - the medicine was gone!

"... "

This half-paralyzed feeling made him feel very insecure!

Wu Ying struggled to grab the hilt of the sword beside him, and tapped Su Mo's foot without hesitation.

Su Mo unconsciously retracted her feet, turned over and continued to sleep, her face happening to face Wu Ying's.

Wu Ying's eyes darkened, and he tapped her face with the hilt.

"Who is it?!" Su Mo groggily scratched her face.

"If you don't wake up soon, it won't be the hilt scratching your face next!" Wu Ying said in a low voice.

Su Mo slowly opened her eyes, and Wu Ying's masked face appeared before her.

"Oh my god!" Su Mo was so frightened that she immediately sat up, and only calmed down after seeing clearly that it was Wu Ying.

"Hey, what are you doing, scaring me to death so early in the morning!" Su Mo complained.

"Mm..." Sang Li was awakened by Su Mo's voice, also got up groggily: "Mo Mo, what's the matter?"

"How much medicine did you give me?" Wu Ying's deep voice came over.

"Huh?" Su Mo was still a little confused, half-asleep apparently: "Half a bottle, oh yes, how is your wound?"

"Can you not tell the difference between hemostatic powder and anesthetic powder?!"

"Ah?"

Su Mo and Sang Li glanced at each other, both shaking their heads.

Wu Ying: "..."

"So...one of those two bottles was anesthetic powder?" Su Mo suddenly realized.

Wu Ying closed his eyes, trying hard to suppress the anger surging insider: "You gave me half a bottle of anesthetic powder?" "I had half a bottle too!"

"......"

Seeing Wu Ying lying on the ground, Sang Li seemed to understand something: "Your lower body is numb from the anesthesia and you can't move?"

Su Mo suddenly understood. Getting up and walking over to him, she propped him up into a sitting position on the ground.

"I'm really sorry, we really can't tell the difference between the two powders. We just used both, luckily they weren't poison!"

"......"

"If you really can't move, I'll carry you!"

"......"

"Pfft..." Sang Li couldn't help but laugh out loud from the side.

"What kind of expression is that? Don't think I can't carry you! I'm very strong!"

Su Mo stretched out her arm muscles and tapped her biceps: "Look at my muscles!"

"......"

This girl had completely changed Wu Ying’s understanding of young ladies!

"Otherwise how do you think you got back to the broken temple? I was the one who carried you back!" Su Mo added, thinking he didn't believe her.

Wu Ying glanced at her and said coldly, "Girl, you can stop talking now..."

"What, you still don't believe me?!"

Su Mo bent down and unexpectedly picked Wu Ying up in one swift movement.

Wu Ying's eyes widened, truly dumbfounded this time.

The two looked into each other’s eyes, Wu Ying’s filled with shock.

What was going on? He, a dignified assassin, was actually being held by a girl?!

"See, I said I could carry you!"

Wu Ying’s ears turned red, the flush spreading to his neck. For some reason, even his heart rate quickened. But his eyes were icy cold, his words laced with killing intent: "Put me down!"

Su Mo put him back on the ground, hands on her hips, looking at him somewhat dissatisfied: “Why so fierce?”

"......"

Sang Li immediately walked over and took Su Mo's arm: "Mo Mo, stop talking..." Sang Li looked at Wu Ying: "Sir, I'm sorry, my sister is straightforward, don't take it to heart. She didn't mean anything bad."

"Who exactly are you people?" Wu Ying said in a deep voice.

"Sir, we didn't ask who you are." The implied meaning being, we didn't ask, so don't push us.

Wu Ying understood, and didn't say anything more.

"I’m called Sang Li, she’s called Su Mo, how shall we address you sir?"

"A passing encounter..."

"His name is Wu Ying!" Su Mo cut Wu Ying off mid-sentence.

"......" He was going to say 'A passing encounter, no need to exchange names.' Su Mo leaned closer to him with a sly smile: “Wu Ying, those enemies of yours now all know that I saved you yesterday. We’re in the same boat now!”

Wu Ying glanced at her. “You will regret getting on the same boat as me!”

“What if I do? I’m already on it!” Su Mo said nonchalantly. “I can see your injuries aren’t light. Just stopping the bleeding is not enough, you need to see a doctor!”

“To be honest with you, two of our sisters have gone missing. We have to find them, but we aren’t familiar with this place at all, so we need your help.” Sang Li said. “Before your wounds heal, we will protect you!”

Wu Ying laughed as if he had heard a joke: “Protect me? With just the two of you?!”

Su Mo rolled her eyes and bent over to pick him up again: “Yes, just me. What, isn’t that good enough?”

Wu Ying: "......"

He would shred this woman to pieces when his wounds healed!

...

It wasn't until noon that the effects of Wu Ying's anesthetic powder completely wore off.

He was injured internally and needed rest to recover.

The three of them prepared to head into the city.

The midday weather was a bit hot, the sunny sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, occasionally with birds circling overhead.

If it were before, the two would surely have marveled at how nice the scenery was, how fresh the air, simply incomparable to big cities!

But now, both Su Mo and Sang Li were listless. Su Mo was already starving, with hunger pangs twisting her stomach.

They hadn't eaten anything since last night, having spent their energy running and fighting.

And Sang Li was still wearing high heels, her feet long rubbed raw and bleeding, though Su Mo kept supporting her arm.

"We must be the most miserable of all the modern transmigrators this round!" Su Mo helped Sang Li sit on the ground. "Sister Li, let's rest for a bit!"

Su Mo turned and looked at Wu Ying behind her. Wu Ying was propping himself against a big tree, not looking too good.

Su Mo ran over, worried, "How are you? Can you still walk? Let me help you!"

"Ngh..." Wu Ying suddenly felt his throat sweeten, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining the green grass beneath his feet.

"Hey!" Su Mo was frightened by the sight, quickly supporting him. "What's going on? Why are you coughing blood?"

Wu Ying steadied himself. "You go ahead first, don't mind me... walk ahead for half an hour and you'll reach Lan City."

He didn't need help from anyone. In this world, there was no sincerity, only self-interest.

"What do you take me, Su Mo, for? How could I ignore someone in mortal danger? Wait here, both of you. I'll go see if there's any transportation like carriages around."

As Su Mo finished speaking, she vaguely heard the sound of horses' hooves and the rumbling wheel of a carriage not far away.

Su Mo turned towards the sound and soon saw a carriage slowly driving over this way.

Su Mo's face lit up as she immediately ran over to stop the oncoming carriage.

"Wait!"

"Whoa..." The coachman saw a girl running over ahead, and immediately halted the horses.

"Yi, what's going on?" A man's voice came from inside the carriage.