Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 125: Interrogating the Hot Pot (1)

The carriage thundered by, the wind cutting against the face like a knife slicing flesh, excruciatingly painful. The tears on the face dried because of the wind.

After half an hour’s frantic rush, they finally arrived at the villa. The night was silently still. Feng Xuxu drove the carriage to the backyard, and Yingsu helped her assist Uncle Ma, heading straight to the Lotus Garden.

Feng Xuxu and Yingsu struggled to get Uncle Ma into a guest room, called for Baihe to remove the arrow, clean the wound, and dress it. Baihe then sat down to take Uncle Ma’s pulse. After half an incense stick had burnt down,

"Miss, Uncle Ma’s poisoning is very severe, I fear he won’t last more than an hour," Baihe sighed and shook her head as even if they knew what poison it was right now, it would be too late, and it would take several hours to prepare an antidote.

Hearing this, Feng Xuxu ran back to her own room, picked up the cup from her table, poured out a cup of Spiritual Spring Water from her space, and brought it to the guest room. She propped up Uncle Ma and helped him drink it directly.

Feng Xuxu sat by the bed, keeping vigil over Uncle Ma. Since he had drunk the Spiritual Spring Water, Uncle Ma’s complexion started to improve, changing from a blackish green to a pale color. Feng Xuxu took out a piece of Blood Ganoderma, instructed Baihe to make a broth for the two of them, to strengthen their bodies.

Busy until late at night, Baihe once again took Uncle Ma’s pulse and discovered that his pulse was strong, the poison in his body evidently resolved: "Miss, the poison in Uncle Ma’s body is gone," Baihe happily told the miss who was watching at the side, not expecting, however, where the miss had gotten this poison remedy from.

"Really, that’s wonderful," Feng Xuxu’s heart finally settled.

"Miss, who attempted to assassinate you?" Baihe was also puzzled; her own miss hadn’t offended anyone, and although those sent were common assassins, they were more than enough for a young lady who didn’t know martial arts. And yet there were more than a dozen assassins, which showed that whoever it was intended for their miss to meet the King of Hell, such a ruthless heart they had.

"I’m not very clear on that, I guess the answer will come soon," Feng Xuxu also felt a headache, who could the person in the shadows be? Could it be her mother?

"Baihe, stay here and watch over these two, I have to go out for a while," Feng Xuxu got up, wrapped herself in her cloak, and instructed Baihe, who was taking care of the sick.

"Miss, there isn’t much to do here anymore, Xia Lian and Du Juan can handle it, I’d better follow you," Baihe threw down the cloth in her hand and hurriedly followed her miss, fearing another assassination attempt.

"No need, you stay, I’ll be fine," Feng Xuxu said sternly, then turned, pulled open the door, and left.

Outside the villa, Feng Xuxu wrapped her cloak tighter around her and began to mentally call for Xiaobai and Xiaojin.

"Xiaobai, did you find her?"

"Sister, found her. Xiaojin and I are dealing with her now!" Xiaobai was excited as she watched the evil woman screaming shrilly.

"You come back, take me there, I want to see who it is."

"Sister, wait for me, I’ll be right there," Xiaobai howled and, leaving Xiaojin behind, flew away, while Xiaojin watched the tiresome woman still screeching away. Really, some people can’t take the slightest bit of torture; it was only a tiny bite, not that much at all. Did she need to be so loud? Disinterested, Xiaojin swished its tail around and lazily shook its snakehead.

After an incense stick of time, Xiaobai landed at an abandoned Mountain God Temple outside the town. From outside, one could hear soul-piercing shrieks. Entering the temple, Feng Xuxu saw someone wrapped tightly in black, only her eyes exposed, and said mockingly, "If you can’t win, you shoot from behind; truly fitting for the vile deeds of a malignant person, all despicable and shameless scoundrels."

"Hehehe, as long as it kills, it’s a good method, too bad it wasn’t you who died," the woman’s hoarse voice coldly chuckled. As though killing had to be done in broad daylight, how ludicrous, the woman on the ground said sarcastically.