Quick Transmigration: Can This Kind of Scum Become the Chosen One?

Chapter 72 Cousin, Your Cousin Will Help You Manage the Family Business 11

Hua Wenhao knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.

The bandits only wanted money; they came to rob the caravan.

Although Hua Wenhao didn't know what goods the bodyguard was transporting, he figured that if someone wanted to hire someone to escort something, it must be something valuable.

He's not a bodyguard; if the bandits want the goods, then take them all.

Just let him go.

"You're smart to get lost."

The bandit put away his knife.

Hua Wenhao's body went limp. Thank goodness, the bandits were only after his money.

Hua Wenhao steadied himself and got up from the ground.

Just as he was about to run away, another knife was held to his neck.

Hua Wenhao knelt down again.

"Hero, didn't you... didn't you let me go?"

"I took their goods, so what about yours?"

The knife circled around Hua Wenhao's neck.

"I... I have no goods, I'm just passing by, just passing by."

"If you want to live, you'll have to leave some money to buy your life. Leave the money and you can get lost."

"Give it, I'll give it."

Hua Wenhao took out the silver notes from his pocket.

"Heroes, here's your money to buy your lives."

"This amount of money isn't enough. Let me see, is it your left hand or your left leg that you need as collateral?"

The knife slid down from his neck down his shoulder, and Hua Wenhao felt the coolness of the back of the blade on his arm.

"Let me look again, let me look again."

Hua Wenhao then took out several silver notes from his sleeve.

"Are you sure everything is here? Search again carefully. If I find you have more after searching you, then I might just be greedy for money."

Hua Wenhao was so frightened that he took out all the silver notes he had hidden on his body.

Money lost can be earned back.

If you lose your life, it's truly over.

Hua Wenhao even took off his clothes and shook them three times to make sure there wasn't a single silver note hidden inside.

"Hero, all my possessions are here, please spare me."

The person picked up the silver notes and counted the amount.

"Very well, I'm not greedy for money, get lost."

Hua Wenhao ran down the mountain without stopping.

They didn't even bother to put on their clothes properly.

Hua Wenhao didn't know how long he had been running; he seemed to have gotten lost in the woods.

At first, I ran with all my might, but now I'm exhausted and can't run anymore. I have no idea where I am.

Hua Wenhao looked around at the surrounding woods, the branches stretching as far as the eye could see, and the bottomless depths of the forest.

Suddenly, a strong sense of fear welled up inside me.

Hua Wenhao was so frightened that he fainted.

After Hua Wenhao left, all the clashes of swords and spears ceased.

"They're gone?"

"gone."

"Where's the money?"

"We've got them all."

"Then let's go too."

The people who had been lying motionless on the ground all sat up one by one.

The bandits and镖师 (bodyguards) who had been fighting fiercely also left side by side.

Soon, the scene was cleaned up, and everyone left.

Hua Wenhao woke up again during the day.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on Hua Wenhao's face.

Even though it was broad daylight, he felt a strange sense of fear.

It was as if some man-eating demon had its eyes on him.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck; he had been bitten. Hua Wenhao jumped up and looked behind him, but there was nothing there.

My neck is both sore and itchy. When I touch it, I feel an ant. There are already several large bumps on my neck.

It was quiet around, but Hua Wenhao could still hear some faint noises coming from there.

Hua Wenhao was terrified and ran away without thinking.

then.

"what."

Hua Wenhao suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder. He turned around and saw an arrow.

Someone killed him.

"Young master, someone here has been shot."

Hua Wenhao fainted upon hearing those words.

"Master Jiang, I never expected such an accident to happen today while we were hunting."

Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Jiang. I must now return home.

Since I shot this man, I'll take him back to treat him.

Jiang Qingyun glanced at the person who had been shot and had no objection.

After everyone left, the gentle smile on his face turned into a cold sneer.

In her past life, He'er was sent to the Zhu family mansion and tortured to death by the Zhu father and son.

He investigated and found that both the father and son had some unusual fetishes.

My father especially liked to whip young and pretty girls.

My son enjoys tormenting beautiful people, regardless of gender.

Hua Wenhao has a pretty good face; it's his good fortune to have caught the eye of Young Master Zhu.

He'd better work hard to win the young master's favor.

Only after he establishes himself in the Zhu household can his younger sister, Hua Yuan, enter the household and receive his brother's protection.

Jiang Qingyun rode his horse down the mountain.

This isn't the road to Lingnan at all; this winding journey is clearly leading us to Yucheng.

"Master, you're back so early today. Have the guests left?"

"Okay, let's go. Shall I take you for a boat trip on the lake?"

"Master must be tired after being busy for several days. Please rest well today and we can go sightseeing together tomorrow."

"Alright, I will follow Madam's arrangements."

When Hua Wenhao woke up again, he found himself in a luxurious room.

Well, it's definitely much more luxurious than his dad's room.

"Young master is awake." A maidservant stepped forward.

"This is where?"

"Young master, it was our young master who rescued him."

"Young master is injured; let me change your dressing."

Hua Wenhao then realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and when he sat up, his entire upper body was exposed from under the covers.

Hua Wenhao tried to grab the blanket, but his shoulder hurt.

The entire shoulder was wrapped up. There appeared to be red bloodstains.

The maid removed the gauze, sprinkled on some medicine, and then bandaged the wound again.

Hua Wenhao suddenly felt that the wound no longer hurt.

Then another maid came forward, carrying a bowl of brown medicine.

"Young master, it's time to take your medicine."

Hua Wenhao drank a bowl of bitter medicine and felt miserable all over.

Then came a bowl of congee.

Hmm, plain white rice porridge, it has no flavor at all.

"Young master, you are injured, so you can only eat light food."

Hua Wenhao drank a bowl of tasteless white porridge.

Then, no one was in the room.

All the maids left.

Hua Wenhao looked around but couldn't find any trace of his clothes.

In the end, he retreated back into the covers.

He should focus on recovering from his injury first.

I'll thank my savior later.

I don't even know where I am.

Is it feasible to borrow some money from my savior to take back home later?

I don't know if the person who saved me and the person who shot me are the same person.

It must be the same person, otherwise why would they have saved him and treated him?

Seeing that his family is well-off, it's only right to give him some money as compensation. He's suffered so much; he deserves some compensation.

As he thought about it, Hua Wenhao felt very tired and fell asleep.

"Young Master, the person has woken up."

"Now that he's awake, his injuries should be healed."

"The wound has been treated with a numbing agent, so it should be fine."

"That's good. Get ready. I'll go see him tonight."