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Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243 – On The Way

"Aunt will be fine," Nan Luo said in a low voice.

Feng Ao Kuai said nothing. Feng Family was staying at Wind City, which was a few days' away from the Capital City. The news had only arrived this morning but his mother must have been sick for a few days.

Nan Hua looked at Feng Ao Kuai and patted his shoulder. "The training location is nearer. Cousin Ao Si must have reached Wind City first."

"Mhm."

"How do you know where the training location is?" Nan Luo was even more surprised.

Nan Hua blinked her eyes. She couldn't possibly say it was because she had the prior knowledge, right? Her transmigration to this world would have been extremely difficult to explain.

"I guess."

Guess?

The other two were speechless when they heard what Nan Hua said. Very irresponsible. However, they chose not to say anything as they didn't even want to talk about it. They were more worried about how Nan Si Qiao's condition was.

They were all afraid of the worst possibilities.

"Faster!"

The servants outside were also urging their horses to go faster. The messenger was alone but they were using carriage, so they couldn't reach the same speed. It might take around two to three days before they could reach Wind City, the city where Feng Family resided.

The three children were very quiet.

When it was night time, they had no other choice but to stop. They couldn't possibly urge their horses to run for three days and three nights without stopping at all unless they wanted to kill the horses. Not to mention, it would be very tiring.

"We'll take a short break to rest." Old Master Nan looked at his grandson, who were pouting and felt a bit helpless. "Ao Kuai, we still need to rest a bit."

"I know, Grandpa."

They didn't bring many servants and thus, they would be dead tired if they tried to force the horses. Not to mention, they themselves might not be able to survive the night if they forced their way out.

There were many dangers out there.

"Let's eat dinner first." Nan Luo tugged Feng Ao Kuai's sleeve.

"Ok."

Nan Hua carried the food from the servants for them to eat. It was a simple dried meat and some rice that they prepared hastily. The taste was barely passable, but it was far better than nothing.

The three children said nothing when eating.

Feng Ao Kuai and Nan Luo rested on a small tent beside the carriage while Nan Hua slept inside the carriage. In any case, it was enough for them all.

Traveling Doctor Liu was staying not far from them. He looked at his two disciples, who were busy trying to set up a tent. "You can just sleep inside the carriage. There's no need to make a tent."

"Master, it'll be cramped if we stay inside the carriage." Shan Yu didn't stop his hand from setting the carriage.

"You should prepare the medicine for Ah Shen."

"Yes, Master."

The night passed quietly.

But those who had keen senses would be able to sense the faint smell of blood from a distance away. There were some people who lost their lives inside the forest.

The next morning, Nan Luo and Feng Ao Kuai only sensed it when they woke up.

"Grandfather, would it be fine for us to continue the journey as usual?" Feng Ao Kuai asked in low tone.

Old Master Nan nodded. "We'll continue. If there's any problem, we'll just have to settle it."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Nan Hua sat inside the carriage, looking into the distance with narrowed eyes. It was indeed not peaceful out there.

Bang!

The sound of something heavy sounded not far from the carriage. Followed that, there was muffled sound, "Master, be careful!" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Swish!

Several people appeared from the bushes, surrounding the carriage behind them. At the same time, several arrows were shot.

"They're aiming for Traveling Doctor Liu." Feng Ao Kuai furrowed his eyebrows. "Does he have a lot of enemies?"

Judging from the numbers alone, they would be in trouble.

"Stop the carriage."

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