Chapter 282: Fresh corpse, yo

He carried the corpse and turned out from the back door with familiarity.

Outside the door was a narrow alley, and after passing through the alley, he arrived at Wulin Street.

Wulin Street is the most prosperous area in Fengyang Prefecture, and Fengyang Prefecture has no curfew, so it is bustling with traffic during the day and equally lively at night.

Especially places like brothels and entertainment venues, which are brightly lit.

Li Xiao certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to walk on the main road.

Instead, he specifically chose alleys where no one was around.

His destination was the mass grave on the outskirts of the city, which belongs to a four-no-care zone, and whoever's cat or dog dies, they are all thrown there.

It wouldn't take a night before the corpse would be gnawed away by wild beasts and vultures.

Not even half a hair would be found.

Just like this, he walked and walked, during which he was stared at by three beggars, chased by wild dogs, and blocked by eight drunks, and it was only with great difficulty that he arrived at the White Birch Forest near the mass grave.

The bleak autumn wind blew the leaves, making a rustling sound, like a woman's miserable sobbing.

Li Xiao was also a bit tired, so he simply dropped the corpse to take a break.

Just as he was standing with his hands on his hips, intending to catch his breath, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind him, "May... I... ask..."

Li Xiao jumped up, his hair standing on end.

"Who?!" He turned his head violently, his eyes wide as copper bells.

In the hazy moonlight, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy stood straight in front of him, his clothes pale, his face also pale, his neck crooked and his eyebrows hanging, staring at him fixedly.

Ghost, ghost!

Li Xiao was usually bold, but at this moment, he was scared to a pale face and ran away.

Only regretting that he didn't grow two wings.

"Hey, don't run, you dropped something..."

Good fellow, he ran even faster.

The boy was stunned, turned his body stiffly, and said aggrievedly: "Young Master, he didn't pay attention to me..."

In the night, a young man slowly walked over.

About twenty years old, tall and straight, also dressed in white, but his temperament was completely different.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, nose like a hanging gall, under the sword-like eyebrows that were neither thick nor thin, a pair of long and narrow eyes were like murmuring streams, making one feel like a spring breeze.

Especially those two shallow dimples on his cheeks, adding a bit of tenderness and lingering meaning.

"Stop messing around, Yuanbao, with your appearance, even ghosts would take a detour, let alone people." Mu Shanyue shook his head helplessly. "I told you to let me cure you early, but you insisted on saying you were afraid of pain. As the saying goes, long pain is worse than short pain, avoiding the doctor is not okay."

The crooked-neck boy—that is, Yuanbao, was very unconvinced. "It's just a stiff neck, not a serious illness, if I endure it for a few days, it will be fine on its own."

Seeing him so stubborn, Mu Shanyue had no choice but to give up.

He pointed to the sack on the ground and said: "You scared the person away, so you are responsible for returning this thing."

Yuanbao grumbled, "He already ran far away, and I'm not familiar with this place, where am I supposed to find him?"

Seriously, the people in Fengyang Prefecture are too timid, he just wanted to ask for directions, did they have to act like they saw a ghost?

However, he did indeed have some fault, so... let's take a look first.

If it's something valuable, then inquire about it and see if it can be returned.

If it's not worth anything, then forget it.

He and the young master traveled thousands of miles to get here, not for fun, they were busy!

Thinking of this, Yuanbao bent down and untied the sack, reaching out to touch it.

Huh?

This touch, could it be...

Pfft, Mu Shanyue struck a fire starter, and by the firelight, Yuanbao leaned closer in a crooked posture and looked carefully.

My go, what's inside the sack is actually a person!

Covered in blood, which was almost dried up, eyes closed tightly, no reaction at all, and the body was cold.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Yuanbao shouted excitedly, "It's a corpse, and it's still fresh!"

Mu Shanyue frowned and tapped him on the forehead.

"Do not be disrespectful to the deceased."

Yuanbao curled his lips and said "oh."

Seriously, there's no one else around, is it necessary to pretend? It's as if he's not interested in corpses.

In the past, for the sake of grabbing a corpse, he almost broke his head with several other young masters, okay?

Just as he was complaining in his heart, he was suddenly pushed away by his own young master.

Mu Shanyue handed the fire starter to Yuanbao, squatted down, and reached out two fingers to probe the woman's pulse.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows.

He checked the injuries on her body again, especially the two fatal blows on her head, then pulled back her eyelids to look.

"Not dead yet." He said.

Not dead yet? Yuanbao asked curiously: "Then can she be saved?"

Mu Shanyue pondered for a moment, "I have confidence, I can try."

Yuanbao was a bit hesitant. "But Young Master, we just arrived here, shouldn't we not meddle in other people's business? What if she can't be saved, and instead we are framed as the murderer, what should we do?"

"As a doctor, how can I stand by and watch someone die." Mu Shanyue smiled. "As for whether it will cause trouble, there is no need to worry. In my opinion, this woman clearly has a grievance, we can take her to the residence of Junior Nephew Wen, and while treating her, report the situation to the local prefect Su Qingyao. I heard Su Qingyao has a very good relationship with Junior Nephew Wen, he will definitely not wrong me."

Actually, even without that layer of relationship with Wen Shiyuan, it wouldn't matter.

As long as he took out his personal token, no matter where he went, people in the world would give him some face.

Yuanbao was still a bit reluctant, feeling it was troublesome.

However, the young master had already decided, so he could only obey. "But how to get her to Doctor Wen's place?"

It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't call a carriage, and they hadn't even asked which corner of Fengyang Prefecture Doctor Wen was in.

Mu Shanyue showed him two good-looking dimples. "Of course you carry her."

Yuanbao shook his head subconsciously.

As a result, as soon as he moved, he grimaced in pain, and could only protest like a stubborn cow with a crooked neck, "Young Master, you have such a cruel heart, my stiff neck hasn't healed yet, carrying someone and walking will make me fall!"

Is that so...

Mu Shanyue walked behind him, pressed his thumb on his side neck like this and that, and soon found the most painful point.

Then, suddenly used force.

"Pain, pain, pain!" Yuanbao almost jumped up. "Young Master, you are too bad, actually launching a sneak attack!"

Mu Shanyue pointed to his neck. "Isn't it healed now?"

Yuanbao was stunned, twisting left and right.

Huh, it seems it really is.

"Then can you carry her now?" Mu Shanyue said with a smile.

Yuanbao: "..." ===== CHAPTER 283 =====