C5

Just as he had guessed, this Da Zhuang was a good person in the village who would do anything to help. After so long, it made people sick of him, to the point that people thought that this Da Zhuang was a fool with a screw loose.

This made Han Xiu speculate, could it be that after soaking in the medicine, Da Zhuang had become stupid?

It might be possible.

In his memory, after Da Zhuang came here, he would go hunting on the mountain every day, and then sell it in the town.

Because he didn't like to talk too much, the little fool nodded in agreement and didn't bargain. In the end, the prey he sold was the best, but it was half the price less or even more than the others'.

A few days ago, there was a girl in this village who was tainted by the son of a town's overlord. Da Zhuang ran over to that person to seek justice for the girl, but when he returned, he was scolded by his parents, saying that he had nothing to do with nothing after eating his fill.

The next day, that tyrant sent someone to the girl's house with a betrothal gift and married the girl to his son as a concubine.

The other family members were all happy, how could they still remember the Da Zhuang who helped them vent their anger the other day?

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Xiu sealed off these memories, no longer allowing them to poison him.

After getting off the bed, Han Xiu looked down to see the wound on his stomach.

He looked at his arm again. The situation was the same.

Han Xiu didn't care about it. He walked to the wardrobe, opened the cabinet door, took out a set of clothes from inside and put it on, then walked out with his bow and arrows.

Before he merged the memories, he didn't know how much money he could buy in the bag, but now that he had, the copper coin in the bag was lost.

It seemed quite heavy, but he didn't expect it to only be able to buy a basket of eggs.

Therefore, Han Xiu decided to settle the matter of getting warm and full first.

Right now, the only thing he could make money for was probably what the owner of this body had done before he died — hunting.

Following the route in his memory, after a quarter of an hour, Han Xiu arrived at a large patch of forest. In his memory, there were a lot of prey, and as long as his eyesight was accurate and his archery accurate, he should be able to return home empty-handed.

To an assassin, eyesight and archery skills were nothing but a piece of cake.

Han Xiu nimbly shuttled through the lush green forest while holding his breath to listen for any movements nearby.

With a sou sound, an arrow flew out at high speed.

Then, with a chirp, a grey hare lay not far away.

With a calm expression, Han Xiu walked over, picked up the rabbit, and threw it into the bamboo basket on his back.

Half an hour later, Han Xiu already had three prey in the bamboo basket on his back.

He searched the prices of the three prey in his mind. If he were to bargain with them, he would be able to reap the silver coins from them for half a month. However, he was an exception.

He had always been a man of his word. It would probably take him a week or even less than half a month to get here.

Han Xiu's body was still wounded, so he had enough time to turn around and bring the three prey to the town to sell. However, after walking for a few steps, his sharp hearing immediately heard something strange, as if someone was coming.

There was more than one person. It sounded like five or six.

Han Xiu accurately turned around and looked in the direction of those people. Not long after, he saw a blue-clothed youth running towards him with all his might. Behind him were five servants wearing plain clothes, holding sticks in their hands as if they were chasing after the blue-clothed youth.

It was obvious that the young man was starting to lose his strength. He turned his head three times and ran. In the blink of an eye, the five people had caught up to the young man and surrounded him.

"You dog slaves, no matter what, I am still your Fifth Young Master, but you have the guts to chase after me!"

The blue-clothed youth couldn't outrun them. He rested his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. He didn't forget to berate the people chasing after him, but he wasn't very confident. It seemed like calling him "Young Master" was an insult instead.