The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

Ru Yue took a deep breath, trying to recover from her recent frenzy. After calming down a bit, she suddenly noticed something was amiss in the surrounding atmosphere. Looking closely, she discovered that everyone had scars to varying degrees.

After realizing this, Ru Yue couldn't help but blush. She hurriedly raised her sleeves to wipe away the remaining tears on her face, while a slightly shy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She took several deep breaths, trying to calm her heart, which was beating wildly due to nervousness.

After a slight adjustment, Ru Yue said softly, "Let me see how serious your injuries are." Before she finished speaking, she quickly reached out and grabbed Chu Ning'an's wrist, carefully checking his pulse.

After a moment, Ru Yue gently let go of Chu Ning'an's hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, it was just some minor skin injuries and there was no sign of poisoning.

After releasing Chu Ning'an's hand, Ru Yue didn't hesitate to examine the other people one by one. After a thorough inspection, she found that except for An Er who had suffered relatively minor internal injuries, most of the others were in similar conditions to Chu Ning'an, with some minor and some serious skin injuries.

At this moment, A Ling's anxious and short voice suddenly rang in Ru Yue's mind: "Sister, I have black pills here that can treat internal injuries, and dark red pills that can replenish qi and blood, and have a significant effect on skin injuries. In addition, I have prepared two bags of spiritual spring water. Have them take it and use it to clean the wounds. I believe everyone will be healed in no time!"

From Aling's anxious and urgent words, it was easy to detect his deep worry and concern about the situation of these people.

Ru Yue naturally understood Ah Ling's concerns, so she didn't dare to delay and hurried towards the carriage. After entering the carriage, she carefully looked around, making sure no one was watching, and then quickly took out the two bags of precious spiritual spring water from a hidden place.

Ru Yue skillfully and seemingly casually pulled two exquisite porcelain bottles from her sleeve pocket. Then, following Ah Ling's instructions, she distributed the pills to each injured person. She carefully poured spiritual spring water into bowls and handed them to everyone to drink. Only after completing this series of operations did Ru Yue methodically begin bandaging their gruesome wounds.

At that moment, An Er had already healed his own wounds. As he glanced at the group of assassins, he suddenly seemed to realize something extremely important, his face filled with suspicion. He frowned and asked his master with confusion, "Master, I simply cannot understand why they are all poisoned, while none of us are. I clearly remember you never giving us any antidote!"

Ru Yue looked at the naive, slightly slow-witted An Er in front of her, and a wave of helplessness and speechlessness welled up in her heart. How could this guy be so clueless? But remembering that he was the most seriously injured, Ru Yue suppressed her dissatisfaction and patiently explained, "A few days ago, when we were resting in the forest, I gave each of you a mosquito repellent pouch! Have you forgotten? That pouch doesn't just protect you from those annoying snakes, insects, rats, and ants; it's the antidote to this drug."

Hearing this, An Er suddenly understood everything. His eyes widened, his face filled with admiration, and he couldn't stop praising her, "Oh, so that's how it is! You're so smart, so amazing!" The others beside him nodded in agreement, deeply impressed by Ru Yue's foresight.

Everyone knew very well that if Ru Yue hadn't prepared the sleeping pills in advance, they would have really lost their lives in this dilapidated temple.

Thankfully, while everyone suffered injuries, none were fatal. They first carefully cleansed their wounds with precious spiritual spring water, then applied Ru Yue's hand-mixed, effective remedy. Before long, everyone felt their pain eased considerably, and their spirits improved considerably.

After treating their own injuries, they finally found time to check on the assassins who had fallen unconscious. They saw them lying all over the ruined temple, their eyes wide open, glaring at them fiercely, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred for them.

An Yi stepped forward calmly, his movements graceful and smooth. He extended his slender fingers and lifted the veils of each person one by one. As the veils were removed, unfamiliar faces appeared before him.

However, even though it was their first meeting, Chu Ning'an was still keenly aware of the unusualness of these people - their facial features were obviously deeper than those of the common Dongzhou people.

This discovery reminded Chu Ning'an of the initial words with a northern accent, and a calculation suddenly occurred to him. He stared at the group with an icy gaze, as if he could see through their eyes and see into their inner thoughts. His tone was chilling, and he asked, "Who sent you here?"

Faced with Chu Ning'an's questioning, these people did not react at all. They fell to the ground limply like noodles without support, as if they had exhausted all the strength to stand.

Only those eyes still retained some life and vitality, but at this moment they also seemed extremely lively. When they heard Chu Ning'an's question, everyone turned their eyes to the side at the same time, showing an arrogant attitude of disdain to answer, and put on an appearance of righteousness and generosity. No one showed any sign of wanting to speak.

Ru Yue sneered as she scanned the group before her. Her cold gaze seemed to pierce every soul. She spoke slowly, "How could these guys have the nerve to answer my questions in front of their companions? But it doesn't matter. We can take our time and deal with them one by one. As the saying goes, a valiant man is always brave under a great reward; and here, under torture, a true hero is sure to emerge!"

Ru Yue had completely regained her usual wisdom and composure. Like a queen in control, she mercilessly exposed these people's deepest fears and weaknesses. Then, she pulled a bottle of black liquid with an eerie aura from her sleeve pocket.

Ru Yue raised the bottle in her hand, the liquid within gleaming eerily in the dim light. Her voice grew deep and sinister, "See this bottle of Soul-Eating Bone-Turning Water? If any of you are willing to confess honestly, I'll release you immediately. But if anyone dares to refuse, hmph... then don't blame me for being rude. I'll pour this Soul-Eating Bone-Turning Water directly on his feet, and then let him watch helplessly as his body slowly melts into a pool of blood. This way, we won't have to deal with the corpses of you ungrateful people later!"