Walking in the dark is not a good job. Even Huang Shang, who is as strong as a cow, is carrying an adult man on his back. When he walks a few miles away, he is so tired that he is breathing heavily.

Huang Shang had to do his best. He had no idea where this place was, how far away from someone's place, and whether this person could still be saved.

I walked around a mountain ridge with difficulty. In the dark night in the distance, a bonfire suddenly appeared. The orange flames seemed so warm and so lively in the quiet night sky.

"When there is fire, there will be someone. Let's recite it there first."

There was no one next to the bonfire, only an unusually simple wooden cottage, with a thin bedding and a few long-dead pheasants and mountain rabbits.

"I've been disturbed. I've passed by Guizhou. Someone was injured. Is there anyone?"

Huang Shang lowered the man on his back leaning against the hut and shouted loudly to the surroundings.

All signs indicate that there were people here just now, and they should be a hunter.

"You guys go, I can't help you."

The voice of a middle-aged man who was so cold that he made people goosebumps came out of the dark jungle.

Huang Shang knew that an arrow was aiming at him at this time.

In this era, people on this continent have long lost the most basic trust between people, not to mention facing a wounded stranger in a deserted forest.

"Uncle, he is seriously injured. If he doesn't deal with it, I'm afraid..."

"I said I can't help you, you can take him away."

The middle-aged man's voice was still so cold, and he completely refused Huang Shang thousands of miles away, without any room for negotiation.

Huang Shang shook his head and helped the injured man beside the fire to warm him up. Although it was still hot summer, the temperature in the deep mountains at night would still make people wearing thin clothes feel extremely cool.

"Thank you, little brother, good, ahem..."

The injured man suddenly opened his eyes and coughed twice while panting. The wound at the arrow began to seep out a lot of blood as he coughed.

"Brother, hold on, I'll help you get the arrow."

Huang Shang saw that the injured man was only in his twenties, so he could call him Big Brother, but this man was dressed quite well, with silk clothes, very strong and not much shorter than himself.

"Well, come on, just try your best."

The injured man closed his eyes and grabbed the door frame of the wooden house with one hand.

Huang Shang took a deep breath, grabbed the end of a broken sword, and began to pull out.

"You're so stupid. You're still a man, so I'll help you this time."

As this low and cold voice sounded, a tall and mighty man with a long spear in his hand and a hard bow walked out of the dark woods and looked at the silver spear that Huang Shang placed beside him carefully and strangely.

The man was dressed in a weird way. It is said that the hunters in the mountains were either wearing animal skin clothes or dressed as farmers, but the man was wearing a battle robe, but his battle robe was already dirty.

Most of them were soldiers from some country that fled at the last minute, either Daxi or Ulan. Huang Shang muttered in his heart, but did not say it out.

"Boy, you've also hunted for your outfit before. Tsk tsk, bow, arrow, sword, and spear. Does a hunter even know how to treat him?"

"Remember, you cannot use brute force to pull out after being shot by a bow and arrow, because there is a barb at the top of the bow and arrow. Forced pulling will only pull out more muscles, resulting in a large amount of bleeding and the final result is death."

The man looked at the wounded man's wound expressionlessly, frowned and turned around without saying a word, and opened the door of the wooden house and walked in.

Huang Shang didn't dare to say more, nor did he dare to ask his name.

A weird person like this will offend someone else's dragon scales if you are not careful, resulting in unnecessary killing.

He knew that there were barbs on the bow and arrow, and he had no tools to deal with it. If it was to be dealt with, the injured person would have to accept the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

The middle-aged man came out of the wooden house again, but there were two more things in his hand, one was a shiny dagger, and the other was a herb.

"Go and mash it for me."

The man's words seem to have supreme dignity, which makes people obey involuntarily.

The man evenly applied the crushed herbs around the wounded man's wound, and then grilled the dagger back and forth on the fire.

"You are actually shot and injured. You are not bad enough..." The man said this, and suddenly he used the dagger in his hand.

Only the injured man screamed, and a large stream of blood poured out from the wound. The bottom of the broken arrow in the man's hand was dripping drop by drop of blood.

The man did the same thing, took out the second broken arrow, and quickly applied the crushed herbs to the wounded man's wound again, and raised his index and middle fingers, and quickly pointed it around the wounded man's wound several times.

"Okay, you guys go!"

After all this, the man stood up and stood towards the gradually white sky in the distance. The cool mountain breeze blew his old battle robe and his scattered hair. Looking from behind, he stood with a gun on his back, as if he was a god of war, and people looked up at him.

"The wind blows and the clouds fly,

The deer battle will determine the battlefield.

A body of fame has passed away.

When will the great roc rise?”

"I dare to ask who the hero's surname is, I will definitely give you a good reward in the coming day!"

Huang Shang didn't dare to ask the man's name, but the injured man asked.

It’s no wonder that people say that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water. If someone saves him, it is reasonable to ask for a name.

"You don't have to thank me. I know who you are. You should hurry back to your Tianyang City!"

The man left a word to let Huang Shang go, and the injured man was also confused and turned around and entered the house.

"Brother, where is the closest place here? I'm afraid I can't send you to Tianyang City, I'm really sorry."

Huang Shang helped the injured man up and prepared to carry him forward again.

"I appreciate your kindness. I look here for about ten miles north, and there are people. If you walk another thirty miles to the official road, I can go back by myself."

"I think I can hold on, but you are injured and have been carrying me for so long, so I will never thank you for your kindness. If you have the fate to come to Tianyang City in the future, you can go to Chongyang Mansion and get this one."

The injured man trembled and carefully took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Huang Shang.

The handkerchief is very beautiful. Although the handicrafts are not particularly superb, there are a few lotus leaves and two ducks embroidered on the handkerchief. At least Huang Shang thinks they are two ducks.

Although they were actually two mandarin ducks.

The injured man was riding a wooden crutch and slowly disappeared into the rugged forest. Huang Shang turned around to pack up and prepare to go on the road, although he himself didn't know where he should go.

"You wait!"

The door of the wooden house was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the man stepped out of it.

"My name is Hansa. If you need it in the future, you can come here to find me."

After saying that, the man ignored Huang Shang, who was stunned, and closed the door of the wooden house again with a squeak.
Chapter completed!