Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

When the bandits saw their leader was shot, they immediately became confused, running around like headless flies, some screaming in fear, while others stood there at a loss.

"The boss is dead, run!"

Someone shouted, and the bandits scattered in an instant, throwing away their weapons and armor, and fled into the depths of the woods in a panic.

The originally arrogant bandits were now like dogs that had lost their homes, and they no longer had any of the prestige they had just now.

Master Chen looked at the fleeing bandits and Scar, who lay lifeless on the ground, and said solemnly to everyone, "Everyone, hurry up! We can't stay here for long. No one knows if those bandits have accomplices. If they come back, we'll be in danger."

"We have to get to Chenjiazhuang quickly. Only when we get there can we be truly safe. Everyone, work harder and don't delay!" Master Chen said as he jumped on his horse and waved the whip.

His face was full of anxiety, and he wanted to fly to Chenjiazhuang immediately.

"Don't dawdle, let's get going!" Master Chen urged loudly again, with the sound of horse hooves "clacking", leading everyone to continue their journey.

After experiencing this bandit incident, Guangzong and Yaozu's original intention to delay disappeared in an instant. Their faces were full of panic, and there was no trace of their previous reluctance.

Guangzong's eyes widened, and he gasped and said, "Oh, don't delay any longer, run!"

Yaozu nodded repeatedly, his feet moving like the wind, and he ran while shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up, save your life!"

At this moment, they no longer hesitated and ran away, their speed was faster than that of rabbits. The figures of Guangzong and Yaozu shuttled through the team, raising a cloud of dust.

Yaozu looked back while running, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him. He stumbled and almost fell, but quickly got up and continued running.

Although they are lazy, they are not stupid. How could he die like this before he even gets married?

Scar lay motionless on the ground, only his extremely weak breathing proved that he was still alive. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt a hint of warmth in his daze.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids feeling heavy as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He saw that it was already dark, and the surroundings were gloomy, with only a bonfire crackling beside him.

His eyes were confused and empty, trying hard to see everything around him.

The wound on his chest had been treated simply, and the bandage still had traces of blood on it. Just then, he noticed a man in coarse cloth sitting quietly beside him.

The man had his back to him, and his figure seemed a little blurry in the light of the campfire.

Scar coughed weakly, and the slight sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

The man turned around upon hearing the sound, looked at him calmly and said, "Are you awake?"

Scar opened his mouth with difficulty and asked, "You saved me?" His voice was hoarse and weak, and it seemed as if he used up all his strength to say each word.

The man nodded, said nothing more, and silently added a few more sticks to the campfire.

Scar lay on the ground, clasping his fists with all his remaining strength, and said in a broken voice: "Thank you for saving my life..." His eyes were full of gratitude and confusion.

"May I know your name, hero?" Scar endured the pain in his chest and tried to make his tone sound calmer.

The man looked up at the night sky and said slowly, "My name is Zhou Dazhu."

Scar held on to his body and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Where are you from? Where do you live? I want to repay you for saving my life in the future." His eyes were full of eagerness, trying to find some clues from Zhou Dazhu's answer.

Zhou Dazhu listened, smiled bitterly, and said sadly: "I have no home. I accidentally killed my father-in-law, and my wife died as a result. The government wanted to arrest me, but I ran away on the way."

An expression of pain and regret appeared on Zhou Dazhu's face, and his eyes became empty and confused.

"I am now wandering around, with no fixed place to stay, like a lonely ghost in this wilderness."

Zhou Dazhu sighed deeply, staring at the dancing bonfire, lost in memories. His hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.

"Saving you was just a matter of convenience. I never thought of asking for anything in return."

He was hiding everywhere and there was no one to talk to. When he finally saw a living person, he naturally had to say a few words, not because he really wanted to save him.

Scar took a few breaths with difficulty, calmed himself down, and then told Zhou Dazhu solemnly, "Brother, I'll be honest with you. I'm the leader of the Black Wind Village. As long as you can send me back, I promise to let you stay in the village and provide you with delicious food and drinks. I will never treat you unfairly."

Scar's eyes showed that he was trying to use these tempting conditions to persuade Zhou Dazhu to send him to Black Wind Village, and he would settle accounts with those who had escaped after returning to the village.

"My word is final in the village. As long as I'm here, I can definitely let you live a carefree and happy life. What do you think, brother? Consider it?"

When Zhou Dazhu heard Scar's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a spark of hope instantly ignited in his originally dull eyes.

An excited smile appeared on his face, as if he had already seen a life of luxury.

He unconsciously clenched his hands, his body trembling slightly, and then said, "Then I will listen to you, big brother!"

……

On the other side, Chen Yonggui led the team transporting sweet potatoes and trudged forward in the dark, finally arriving at Chenjiazhuang in the middle of the night.

Ever since Yonggui left last time, the village head has arranged people to take turns guarding the place, and they dare not slack off in the slightest.

At this moment, the person on duty saw a shadowy figure in the distance and immediately shouted, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

His voice became sharp due to nervousness, cutting through the silent night air.

This shout was like a thunderclap, and everyone in the village was instantly awakened and jumped out of their sleep.

People were still sleepy, with annoyance on their faces from being woken up, but their movements did not slow down at all.

Soon, a group of people, men holding sticks and women holding torches, hurried towards the village gate.

Everyone looked alert and kept talking in low voices.

"Who could it be in the middle of the night?"

"Could it be a thief?"

"Thieves don't have that much power."

"It's the master! It's the master!"

A sharp-eyed woman shouted excitedly, her voice full of surprise and excitement.

She shouted as she ran towards the village, eager to tell others the news.

Master Chen, riding his horse, stood tall and straight, his face full of fatigue but also a bit of relief. Behind him followed a team of people transporting sweet potatoes, entering the village in a mighty procession.