A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Upon hearing this, Song Zhili also felt it was a bit strange. Otherwise, why would He Miaomiao act like this?

After thinking for a while, Song Zhili stepped forward and patted He Miaomiao on the shoulder. "Alright, Miaomiao, don't overthink it. Cui Xiaoliu should be fine at the county government office. Besides, he's a prince, how could the county magistrate dare to do anything to him?"

Hearing Song Zhili say this, He Miaomiao also realized that she had been overthinking it. Yes, he was a prince, and no matter how bold the county magistrate was, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

As soon as He Miaomiao thought this, she felt much less upset, and her right eye stopped twitching so badly.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly their door was kicked open, startling Song Zhili and He Miaomiao inside.

Both of them looked toward the door at the same time, where a man covered in blood, holding a long knife, kicked the door open and entered.

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao's pupils widened suddenly.

Song Zhili was only stunned for a moment before she immediately took out a gun from her spatial storage and pointed it at the man's head. As soon as the man at the door moved, she would shoot him in the head.

Before the person at the door could make a move, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao saw that person suddenly fall straight down.

"what!!!"

This startled He Miaomiao, and she immediately screamed.

"Are you alright? It's me. The situation has changed. You and Miss Ali should pack your things quickly. We need to leave here immediately."

Upon hearing He Miaomiao's voice, Cui Xiaoliu anxiously stepped over the corpse and rushed over from outside. Seeing that He Miaomiao was alright, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the situation was urgent, and he couldn't care less about He Miaomiao and Song Zhili. Several more people arrived, and he turned around and killed them with his knife.

The blood of those people splattered onto Cui Xiaoliu's handsome face. He was wearing white clothes today, but they were all stained red with blood.

Fortunately, He Miaomiao had been to the border with Song Zhili before and had seen even more cruel scenes, so she wasn't as scared this time. Otherwise, she might have been too scared to walk.

Song Zhili didn't have much to pack; almost all her belongings were in her spatial storage. He Miaomiao also only had a few clothes.

The two of them quickly finished cleaning up. Cui Xiaoliu had already killed all the enemies outside. He Miaomiao took Song Zhili's arm and walked towards Ma Xiaolian's room.

Qing Shuang also heard the unusual noise outside. She drew her sword from her waist and assumed a defensive stance.

Inside Ma Qiaolian's room, she kept her eyes fixed on the door, as if she would thrust her sword at anyone who tried to rush in.

Fortunately, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao did not barge into the house. Song Zhili knocked on the door and then shouted loudly inside.

"Qing Shuang, help Miss Ma out of here quickly, we need to leave now."

Hearing Song Zhili's voice from inside the room, Qing Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, then sheathed her sword and replied to the outside, "Yes, Miss, I understand."

After saying that, she walked to the bedside and saw that Ma Xiaolian had already packed up his clothes. She went up to help Ma Xiaolian open the door and went out.

As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit me. Several corpses lay sprawled outside, their deaths gruesome.

Ma Xiaolian had never seen anything like this before. She covered her mouth and gagged a few times. Then she turned to look at Song Zhili and He Miaomiao. Neither of them showed any surprise. She admired them greatly.

Suppressing the urge to vomit again, Qing Shuang helped Ma Xiaolian, and the group quickly walked downstairs.

Upon arriving at the inn's entrance, Song Zhili saw that the inn's waiters had already hidden themselves. She walked to the counter and put down some silver.

They hurriedly left with He Miaomiao and the others. When they arrived at the gate, a carriage was already waiting there. Cui Xiaoliu was sitting outside the carriage and waving to them.

Song Zhili and the others quickly boarded the carriage, and Cui Xiaoliu cracked the whip, sending the carriage speeding towards the city gate.

There were still many people coming and going on the street, but he didn't care about that. He shouted for them to make way while cracking his whip again.

As soon as Song Zhili and the others sat down in the carriage, they felt the carriage shake violently, and Ma Xiaolian almost fell off the seat.

Fortunately, Qing Shuang and He Miaomiao each grabbed one of her arms and supported her steadily.

"Are you okay?"

He Miaomiao asked with concern, and Ma Xiaolian glanced gratefully at He Miaomiao and Qing Shuang, then shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

When their carriage arrived at the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate stood in the way with long spears. Upon seeing this, Cui Xiaoliu narrowed his eyes and then turned to remind the people in the carriage.

"Sit tight, we're going to have to rush out in a bit, so protect yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the whip high and lashed the horse's rump hard. The soldiers guarding the city gate saw that Cui Xiaoliu's carriage not only did not stop, but also rushed towards them.

The fear was evident in his eyes; if he were to be hit by that carriage, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.

But it was an order from above, and they had no choice but to do it.

Just as Cui Xiaoliu was about to rush over, several men in black rushed out from behind his carriage. They leaped in front of the soldiers guarding the city gate and kicked them away.

"Master, you should leave here first and leave it to us."

Upon seeing that the men were his own, Cui Xiaoliu nodded. Then, seeing them open the city gates, he didn't hesitate to crack his whip and charge out.

When Cui Xiaoliu rushed to the city gate, he was a little confused and didn't know where to go. He had no choice but to follow the main road and head back for the time being.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his head and asked into the carriage, "Miss Ali, Miaomiao, do you still have any pills on you to take into Amuyi's village?"

After thinking it over, he still felt that Amuyi's village was safer.

When Song Zhili heard Cui Xiaoliu ask this question, she immediately replied, "Yes, you can go ahead. I'll give you the antidote when we're almost there."

Hearing Song Zhili's words, Cui Xiaoliu felt much relieved. Since Song Zhili had the antidote, he led them towards Amuyi's village.

About half an hour after their carriage left, several men in black followed behind. Cui Xiaoliu heard the commotion behind him and turned to look.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were his own people.

He waved to the back, and a man in black came forward and sat down beside him. He handed the reins to the man in black, and then, disregarding the fact that the carriage was full of women, he turned around and climbed into the carriage.