After deceiving the villain, I was forced to love him.

"You and him..." These are all human lives, what could Baili Ce say?

They had no choice but to use ginseng slices to keep Bicui alive for the time being.

But what they didn't expect was that from that day on, more and more people fell ill.

And, He Wenyuan's medical skills are really terrible.

Even Song Zhaohe almost died from his treatment.

By the sixth day, only He Wenyuan, Baili Ce, and Sister Wang were still alive and kicking.

Thus, He Wenyuan, who had treated all the patients but had not cured a single one, and who had used up all of Baili Ce's ginseng slices, came to a conclusion.

"They may have been poisoned."

Looking at He Wenyuan, who was only twenty-one years old but insisted on growing a beard to appear profound, Baili Ce sincerely felt that He Wenyuan's knowledge of pharmacology might not be as good as his own. "How do you know?"

"I guessed!" he said with a righteous and stern expression.

"..." Baili Ce looked at him, speechless.

Sister Wang gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, stood up, sat down, thought for a while... feeling indignant, she stood up again, and after several internal struggles, sighed and sat down again.

"Hmph, you're just jealous of me."

Adhering to the principle that mediocrity is about avoiding envy, He Wenyuan stroked his chin, looking utterly nonchalant, and asked, "So what do you think it is?"

"I think......"

Looking at his two teammates, who were currently the only two healthy, Bai Li Ce said cautiously, "It might be a highly contagious form of typhoid fever."

In layman's terms, it's the flu.

"Thump!" Sister Wang was so startled that she leaned back on her chair, exclaiming in her local dialect, "My goodness! What did you say?! Is it an epidemic?!"

"No, don't get agitated. It's different from an epidemic."

I guess so, probably, maybe... yes.

Sister Wang immediately breathed a sigh of relief and moved the stool back. "Phew, at least it's not the epidemic."

He Wenyuan remained calm, saying, "If that's the case, then it makes some sense."

"Hey, then why are the three of us okay?"

Sister Wang naturally thought, "Because the three of us are in excellent health!"

Um... Baili Ce, who had recently fallen ill from staying up late, quickly changed the subject, "Typhoid fever like this usually originates from poultry and livestock."

"Let's all think carefully about what we've eaten and what special things we've used along the way."

He Wenyuan, who is allergic to many foods, quickly added, "Sister Wang's pancakes are definitely fine."

"Because we've all eaten it."

"Mmm," Sister Wang nodded, agreeing with this point.

"You brewed your patchouli perfume yourself, and I checked it; there's nothing wrong with it."

Bai Li Ce put down the stool he had just lifted and nodded in satisfaction. "Since we set off, Bicui has been with me almost the entire time. I'm sure she hasn't come into contact with anything strange."

"What about the ingredients for these days?" He Wenyuan asked.

Sister Wang said, "I've always been in charge of the team's meals. I've been cooking for people for over ten years, and I'm sure the ingredients used along the way have been fine."

"That's weird..."

“There’s something even stranger.”

Sister Wang and He Wenyuan both looked at Baili Ce at the same time.

"Haven't you noticed that no new guests have checked into the inn these past few days?"

He Wenyuan paused, his hand still touching his chin, then sat up straight. "You mean, someone doesn't want us to leave here?"

"Then let's run away quickly!" Sister Wang said, and started to pack her luggage.

"Since no one can get in, do you think we can get out?"

"I'm afraid they're just waiting for us to run out in a panic."

"Besides, we can't just abandon those dozen or so people lying in the post station."

He Wenyuan pondered for a moment, "But when I was wandering around the post station yesterday, I didn't feel like anyone was watching us or preventing us from going out. Are you mistaken?"

"..." This was exactly what Sister Wang could say, so she could only stare wide-eyed at Baili Ce.

"Whether it is or not, we'll see tonight."

......

That night, just as the hour of Hai (9-11 PM) arrived, a group of people climbed onto the top of the outer wall of the post station.

"Shhhh-"

Under the dim shadows of the trees, they first sneaked into the courtyard, used bamboo tube needles to take down several guards, horses, and dogs at the post station, and then quietly opened the gate to let a large number of their accomplices into the post station.

Then they split into two groups. One group searched the post station for all valuables, making it look like a bandit raid.

One group was specifically tasked with capturing Baili Ce and his associates.

"what happened?!"

"Why is everything empty?!"

After searching each room, the two groups reunited, but they still couldn't find a single member of the convoy.

"Is the news wrong?"

"impossible."

"According to the plan, they won't even last until today!"

"Could they have already escaped?"

“We have people all around us. If they escaped, we couldn’t possibly not know.”

"Keep searching! They must still be at the post station!"

"Ta-da..."

He Wenyuan led a group of patients to hide in the cellar at the bottom, listening to the footsteps coming and going above them, and tightly covered Song Zhaohe's mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

Damn it! At a time like this, that bastard surnamed Song is still talking in his sleep. He's going to get himself killed.

"Ta-da..."

After a while, another noisy sound came from above.

"Tell me, where did everyone go?!"

"I...I really don't know, ah!"

With a ripping sound, a strong smell of blood seeped in from the cracks in the floor above.

He Wenyuan's breath hitched, and he felt that if he took a few more breaths, he would be discovered.

"Screech..." Then came the sound of someone being dragged on the ground.

"..." He Wenyuan trembled with fear beneath the floor.

A moment later, the faint voices of the post station guards could be heard again.

"I...I...How could I dare? They really were still in the post station just now!"

"Where is he?! Where did he go?!"

"Damn!"

"Dare you trick us?!"

"Thud!" Another slash, and the smell of blood in the air grew even stronger.

"Go and wake up all the guards!"

"Can......"

"What's there to be afraid of? Killing one is the same as killing two!"

"Anyway, the higher-ups won't keep them!"

"Huh? Wait... thud! thud!"

The person above seemed to have discovered something and stomped their feet twice on the floor above He Wenyuan's head.

"Thump! Thump!" Two more kicks.

Someone said, "Boss! It looks like there's nothing underneath."

He Wenyuan felt a chill run through his body, and his heart jumped into his throat!

"Swoosh!" The bloodied knife plunged into the crack in the floor.

With a creaking sound and splintering wood chips, the floorboards were pried open little by little.

"Click——"

"Click——"

"Click, click-click..."

As the gap widened, He Wenyuan slumped to the ground, his face ashen, his gaze falling upon a rusty wood-chopping knife in the cellar.

"Pop-bang!" Suddenly, a firecracker exploded in the sky outside.

Almost simultaneously, someone rushed over from a distance and stopped above He Wenyuan's head, shouting, "Boss! There's a fire! We've been scammed!"

"Boss! The guy ran in the northeast direction!"

"Damn it! How dare he scheme against me! Go after him!"

"Ta-da..."

After a burst of running sounds, even more intense than the previous two, the surrounding air gradually fell silent.

The smell of blood gradually faded, and the sound of sparks exploding grew closer.

He Wenyuan, whose body was slowly warming up, was not worried at all. The cellar was damp, and there was enough height between it and the floor.

Most importantly, the cellar had enough water and mud to keep the fire from reaching him.

As for Baili Ce, who was responsible for drawing away the assassins, and Sister Wang, who set the fire, what about her?

Does he feel guilty?

As a man, he did feel guilty but was unwilling to admit it.

But—

They just had bad luck!

How can you lose eighteen times in a row playing rock-paper-scissors?!

What a load of crap luck.

It's not that he lacks martial ethics at all.

……