The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

This group consisted of about thirty people, each wearing a fang mask.

The mask gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight, making it all the more terrifying.

Shortly after this group of people, another group of people wearing fanged masks followed their trail.

It seems that the group that came before was the trailblazer for the group that came after.

The previous group of people were all riding horses, but the group behind them had a carriage, which was covered by a thick curtain, making it completely airtight.

It's unclear whether they wanted to mask the smell inside the carriage or block the smell outside.

The huge carriage was empty, with a large black wooden coffin inside.

The material of this coffin is unclear, but it is not an ordinary coffin because it is covered with countless tiny holes.

A chilling, eerie aura constantly seeped out from these tiny pores, as if some living thing was breathing within them.

In particular, the coffin lid is carved with a huge blue-faced, fanged mask, making it seem as if there is a demon inside.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would definitely feel their scalp tingle.

The carriage was moving slowly, seemingly to avoid jolting the strange coffin.

A night can be very short or very long.

When dawn breaks, time has already belonged to a new day.

This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 15th.

This is supposed to be a day for family reunion, but many people are destined not to be able to reunite with their families.

However, for some people, it is worthwhile.

Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou's group continued southward. Because of this special day, most people were talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Fang Qingyou was thinking about someone.

Yes, this person is Wu Sha, who is poisoned every fifteenth of the month.

Although she had left medicine for Wu Sha, she still couldn't help but worry.

Yesterday was fine, but now that the day has come, Fang Qingyou is filled with regret. She should have threatened Manager Dong yesterday and made him arrange for Wu Sha to treat her.

Although the chances of success seem slim, at least I won't regret it as much as I do now.

Mingyue, being observant, noticed Fang Qingyou's slightly furrowed brows and asked softly, "Miss, are you feeling unwell? Is it because of the long journey that you seem tired?"

The reason I asked this was because I knew Fang Qingyou hadn't slept well last night.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep. When I finally did, I would wake up after only a short time. This cycle repeated itself, and I barely got any sleep that night.

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou came back to her senses and shook her head when she saw the concern in Mingyue's eyes: "No, I'm fine."

Well, she was just lost in thought for a moment, and that's how she got noticed.

Seeing the worry still in Mingyue's eyes, he added, "Mingyue, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine. I'm just a little homesick."

This statement isn't exactly a lie.

On this festive occasion, Fang Qingyou really missed Ren Shi and Aunt Luo. Besides this, there were other reasons why she was restless.

"Girl, don't be too sad. When we return from the south, you will surely be reunited with your family," Mingyue comforted her.

Fang Qingyou nodded, her expression softening slightly.

She wasn't the type to get to the bottom of things. Instead of overthinking, she preferred to focus her energy on studying medical books, which might actually help with the insect infestation in the south.

So Fang Qingyou picked up the medical book at hand again and immersed herself in it once more.

Perhaps because of the special nature of this festival, Luo Qianmo gave the order to stop traveling in the middle of the afternoon. The group rested at an inn and would continue their journey the next day.

Although it sounds like the trip ended ahead of schedule, everyone's condition was not very good, because since they set off yesterday evening, they only had a short break during their three meals a day, and the rest of the time they were traveling non-stop.

Although exhausted, no one dared to complain. Disaster relief was like fighting a fire, and the insect plague in the south wouldn't stop just because they needed rest.

However, the news that they could finally rest still brought smiles to everyone's faces.

The inn was very busy on the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Some people are preparing mooncakes, fruits and vegetables, some are preparing dinner, and some are preparing the necessities for tomorrow's journey...

As soon as Fang Qingyou arrived at the inn, she practiced her health-preserving boxing in her room. She had been too busy these past few days and hadn't had a chance to practice properly.

The body is the foundation of life.

Fang Qingyou's room is large, allowing her to move around inside, while many people can only move around outside.

They brought more than two thousand people with them on this trip to the south. Naturally, the inn couldn't accommodate so many people, and most of them had to squeeze into one room.

In this way, everyone only has barely enough space to sleep.

Fang Runtin and Elder Xing were in a better situation, as they were staying in a room with ten people in it.

After putting down his luggage, Fang Runtin quickly arrived at the courtyard of the inn, found a relatively quiet corner, and began to practice his martial arts.

Since his leg injury fully healed, Elder Xing allowed him to start practicing martial arts, but now he is only allowed to practice for one hour each day.

Fang Runtin knows the theory of martial arts, but he has only just begun to practice it. He is currently practicing some basic skills.

Because the inn was crowded, he didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, so he quietly practiced his horse stance in a corner.

She Ruifeng opened the window to ventilate the room, and as soon as he stood by the window, his gaze fell on Fang Runting.

When She Ruifeng looked over, Fang Runting had been in a horse stance for a while, and his expression looked somewhat uncomfortable, but his body did not sway at all.

His forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, but he never gave up.

She Ruifeng watched with great interest. He thought Fang Runting could only hold on for another quarter of an hour at most, but he did not expect that he would hold on for another half an hour.

When She Ruifeng saw Fang Runting finally collapse to the ground, exhausted, he was suddenly shocked.

This boy reminded him of himself when he was young.

This young man was clearly just starting to learn martial arts; his movements were somewhat clumsy and awkward. The reason he was able to persevere was because of his stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat.

Wasn't that how I used to be?

At the same time, She Ruifeng also felt a little regretful. It was a pity that such a good prospect started too late.

At his age, his bones and tendons are basically fully formed, and he has already missed the best time to practice martial arts.

I'm afraid that even if we persist, we won't achieve anything.