Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Xiao Yan subconsciously became alert and looked around.

Apart from a few sporadic bird calls and the barking of the horse under me, it was extremely quiet and I didn't see anything.

The harvest was quite good, including goats, rabbits, pheasants, and wild boars...

The large and small carts together made up a large amount, which was enough to satisfy the soldiers' cravings. Yang Zhounan was very satisfied.

As soon as he dismounted, he turned around and saw Xiao Yan riding towards him.

The midday sun was particularly glaring. Yang Zhounan squinted as he walked over and asked, "How's it going? How much did you catch?"

"not so good."

Xiao Yan dismounted and the soldiers led the horse away. There were a few pheasants and a goat hanging on the saddle hook. It was indeed not a good look.

The piles of horse manure in the woods distracted him from his thoughts. Xiao Yan walked towards the military tent and asked in a deep voice, "How much food and fodder do we have left?"

"It should be no problem to hold on until we get back to the capital." Yang Zhounan walked sideways, tilted his head to look at him, and figured out that there was something behind his words.

"What did you find?"

It's strange to say, although Xiao Yan has no expression on his face, Yang Zhounan can always tell which of his words are important and which are irrelevant.

"While hunting, I found quite a lot of horse manure and animal footprints in a forest."

Xiao Yan lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

"This place is a hundred miles in radius, with either high mountains or grassy slopes. There are no people living here. If there are signs of human activity, I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."

Yang Zhounan then analyzed, "In such a vast forest, there are no shortage of wolves, tigers and leopards. It's normal to see animal footprints. As for the horse manure, perhaps it was left behind by the soldiers' horses while hunting?"

Even if the animal footprints made sense, the horse manure could not have been left by the horses in the camp.

"Impossible." Xiao Yan leaned back in his chair casually, one hand curled up on the table.

"The horse manure is a bit dry, so it must have been left here a few days ago. We are still in Di Country, so we have to be on guard. Today, we will send more troops to patrol the area. We will spend the night there and set off early tomorrow morning."

As he was speaking, a soldier came in from outside the tent to report.

"General, the prisoner from the Di Kingdom has gone mad and is making a big fuss."

Yang Zhounan glanced at Xiao Yan and walked out of the tent. Before he even got close to the prison van, he heard loud curses.

"Your blood will be spilled across the earth, and your souls will be annihilated and plunged into the furnace of hell for eternity, with no chance of reincarnation."

Wu Qien's hands and feet were chained, his body and face were covered with bloody marks from being whipped, and blood was still oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His breathing was trembling, and he struggled uncontrollably against the prison van. His gray-blue eyes were cold and filled with deep resentment.

“Ah – hahahaha –”

Wu Qien slapped the prison cart madly, and the cruel sound was like a hungry wolf, as if it wanted to chew the person to pieces. The horse barked a few times anxiously.

"Your souls will eventually be shattered by our scimitars. Even Changshengtian cannot tolerate your sins. Hahahaha..."

Several guarding soldiers were upset and irritated after hearing this. They felt as if a ghost was instigating them and inexplicably developed a murderous intent.

Just as he was about to pull out the whip, he saw Yang Zhounan approaching the prison van with a gloomy face. Without saying anything, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed it hard at the hand on the pillar of the prison van.

"Ah-"

Before Wu Qien could see Yang Zhounan's movements clearly, he felt a sharp pain.

A dagger was firmly stuck in the back of his hand. He screamed and fell down with a "bang". His back hit the car pillar, shaking the car body twice.

Seeing this, the soldiers retreated three steps, knowing that Lieutenant General Yang was known for his bad temper.

"I'm here to help His Highness clear his head." Yang Zhounan put one foot on the wheel, his arm resting on his knee. "How is this dose? Is the prince satisfied?"

Wu Qien gasped and groaned through gritted teeth in pain.

After a while.

His dry and chapped lips moved.

"That dog... the dog emperor's lackey, they are indeed vicious and cruel. If you have the guts, cough cough..."

Wu Qien choked and coughed, but he still maintained his pride and spoke every word with special weight and clarity.

"Kill me if you dare. If you don't dare, you are a coward."

Yang Zhounan stared at him. "Your tribe has been destroyed by our army and you've become prisoners. Killing you is like crushing an ant. Isn't it too easy for you to die like this?"

Wu Qien staggered to his knees and pounced on Yang Zhounan without any warning, staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Then let me see how you all die tragically under my Changshengtian curse, haha——"

He was laughing, but after a while, his body suddenly started to tremble uncontrollably, his limbs stiffened and he slowly fell down.

A soldier asked in panic, "General, is he possessed by evil spirits?"

As soon as these words came out.

Yang Zhounan immediately turned his head, his eyes as cold and angry as a sharp knife. He glared at the soldier fiercely and immediately lowered his head and retreated.

Everyone knows that you can mention anything in front of Yang Zhounan, but never mention gods, ghosts or evil things. This is the most taboo thing in his life.

Yang Zhounan was born into a wealthy merchant family in Jiangnan. His father had two brothers.

At first, the three brothers managed the little property left by their old father, which was barely enough to make ends meet.

Fortunately, the three of them ran their business with integrity and worked hard, and gradually they became prosperous. Many years later, they all got married and started their own families.

With a family, money and a house, it is inevitable that brothers will develop estrangement and clamor for dividing the property from time to time.

Yang Zhounan was born with a difficult labor. It took a whole day and night of tossing and turning, and seven or eight midwives were changed before he was born. Fortunately, the King of Hell did not take him away, and both mother and child are safe.

From then on, his two aunts told everyone that this child was the reincarnation of an unlucky star. He had troubled his mother when he was alive and would suffer misfortunes in the future.

The Yang family's business is booming, and it is unlucky to encounter such a thing.

Unexpectedly, what those two gossipers said came true. In the business world, Father Yang had to take care of both internal and external affairs, which was very stressful and his health was getting worse every year.

On the eve of Yang Zhounan's fifth birthday, he suddenly died of illness in the shop. Yang's mother did not survive for more than half a year and passed away soon after.

Only before his death did he entrust Yang Zhounan to his two uncles and aunts.

This further proved the saying of "the reincarnation of the unlucky star", and everyone in the surrounding area knew that he had killed his biological parents.

"The reincarnation of a star of misfortune, killing his parents"

Wearing this bloody "hat", Yang Zhounan endured humiliation and lived with his uncle and aunt for eleven years. When he was sixteen years old, he joined the army.

Eight years have passed to this day.

"The heresy of gods and ghosts is beyond comprehension."

Yang Zhounan pulled out the dagger and wiped the blood off Wu Qien's shoulder.

"Someone, come find a military doctor to see him, don't let him die."

"Yes!"

Only after Yang Zhounan left did the guards dare to relax, and one soldier whispered to another.

"You didn't want to live just now? How dare you say such evil things in front of the deputy general?"

"I, I forgot."

"Remember this in the future, or you might lose your head."

The military camp was dull and tedious, not as bustling and interesting as the capital. The most common entertainment was a bunch of rough guys getting together to compete in swordsmanship, horse riding and archery.

The afternoon sun became increasingly dazzling, shining on the wide meadow.

The soldiers, holding longbows, stood in their positions, their eyes fixed on the target in the distance, including Su Chengfeng.

As soon as he heard that there was a martial arts competition, he sneaked over after taking care of the wounded.