The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Liu Xiaoyu and others are still guarding the border crossing.

At the same time, in the deep and dark prison, Wang Hu curled up in a damp corner.

"Brother jailer," Wang Hu said hoarsely, breaking the dull silence of the cell, "Can you give me some books to read?"

The jailer was carrying a food bucket and delivering food to each cell. He was stunned when he heard the request. He turned his head to look at Wang Hu, and saw that his eyes, which were once full of ferocity, now revealed a bit of desire.

The jailer hesitated for a moment, thinking that this request was not too much, so he agreed: "Okay, but you have to be honest."

Soon, several yellowed books were handed into the cell. Wang Hu picked up one with trembling hands, and stroked the pages with his rough fingers, as if he was touching long-lost hope.

He opened the book, and at first the words swam around in front of his eyes like tadpoles. He hadn't read for a long time, so his brain was very dull.

But gradually, he was immersed in it, and felt happy or sad along with the stories in the book.

There were the ways of dealing with the world of the ancient wise men, the strategies and arrangements for marching and fighting. Knowledge was like a warm current, slowly flowing into his desolate heart, and even made this cold prison cell feel a little alive.

That day, Armas rushed to Shi Daming's house in a hurry. Before he could even stand still, he grabbed Shi Daming's arm and asked, "You are back to the Central Plains again. Is it possible that nothing happened to the princess?"

Smith nodded solemnly, pulled Armas to sit down, and told him all the inside information he had worked so hard to find out.

After Shi Daming finished speaking, he frowned, looked directly into Armas' eyes, and said earnestly: "In the future, you should be more careful when doing things. You must check again and again, and don't jump to conclusions easily."

Armas looked ashamed and stammered with his head down.

"Indeed, I was too hasty. I must be more cautious in the future and never act rashly without fully understanding the situation."

At this time, Shi Daming's wife came with a plate of fresh fruit, walked lightly, and gently advised: "Eat some fruit first to relax your mood."

The fruits on the plate are attractive in color and plump, adding a touch of color in this depressing moment.

Armas only glanced at it hastily, his heart filled with anxiety, so he had no time to taste the sweetness. He raised his hand to block it slightly and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, I can't eat it."

After saying that, without stopping for a moment, he strode out the door.

Smith looked at Armas's hurriedly leaving back, shook his head helplessly, turned to the woman beside him and said: "Forget it, he doesn't have the heart to eat, why don't we eat it ourselves."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a fruit from the plate and rubbed it in his hands for a few times.

That day, Xi Yu was riding his horse when suddenly the wind blew up. The howling gale swept over, as if it was going to draw everything between heaven and earth into its vortex.

The willow trees around were also shaking violently. Their branches seemed to be pulled and danced wildly by countless invisible hands.

The tree trunks trembled violently in the wind, making a humming sound as if they were groaning in pain. The leaves were torn off one by one by the wind, swirling in the air and then thrown far away, like a green rainstorm.

Xi Yu pulled the reins, squinted his eyes, and through the air that was somewhat chaotic due to the wind, he saw that despite such bad weather, there were actually quite a few people gathered by the river ahead.

Those figures were dim in the wind, some seemed to be whispering to each other, some were pointing towards the river, exuding an unusual and weird aura.

Xi Yu was full of doubts. He thought to himself, the weather was so bad and there were so many people gathered by the river. Could something have happened?
Driven by curiosity, he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, shouted softly, and drove the horse slowly towards the river, wanting to find out what was going on.

As the distance gradually shortened, the appearance and movements of the people by the river became clearer and clearer, but at the same time, an inexplicable sense of tension quietly spread in Xiyu's heart.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. Xi Yu dismounted and walked quickly towards the crowd. He saw a woman lying on the ground with a pale face, her wet hair scattered in disarray, her eyes closed, and her life or death uncertain.

A child of four or five years old beside her was crying heartbreakingly, his little hands tightly grasping the corner of the woman's clothes, and mumbling "Mom".

Xi Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly squatted down, touching the woman's neck with his fingers. Feeling a weak pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the villagers around him: "What on earth is going on?"

An old man sighed, stepped forward and said, "I don't know what happened today, he suddenly jumped into the river. Fortunately, he was found early and was fished out, but he has been unconscious ever since."

The crying of the child tugged at Xi Yu's heart. He looked around and saw that everyone had helplessness and compassion on their faces, but there was nothing they could do.

At that moment, Xi Yu thought for a moment and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, please help carry her to a sheltered place and try to wake her up."

When the villagers heard the news, they hurriedly carried the woman into a nearby abandoned hut.

Xi Yu lit a pile of dry firewood to warm up the house.

He comforted the child softly: "Don't be afraid, your mother will be fine."

The child blinked his tearful eyes and nodded, not quite understanding.

Everyone gathered around, their eyes moving back and forth between Xi Yu and the unconscious woman on the ground. Someone looked puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Young man, are you a doctor?" Xi Yu shook his head gently, and the crowd was in an uproar, with exclamations of surprise rising one after another.

"Not a doctor? Then how dare you save people? This is not a joke!" A burly man widened his eyes, his face full of distrust.

Others echoed the sentiment, and they were whispering to each other with worry and doubt, fearing that Xi Yu's uninformed rescue would harm the woman.

Xi Yu stood up, his expression calm, his eyes slowly swept over everyone, and he said loudly: "My fellow villagers, I will explain the reason for this matter later. Saving people is the most important thing now. Please don't worry about my identity anymore. I guarantee with my life that I can save her."

After saying that, he squatted down and continued with his actions, no longer paying attention to the discussions of the crowd.

Although everyone still had doubts, seeing that he was so determined, they didn't know what to say. They could only hold their breath and wait, their eyes fixed on Xi Yu's every move. For a moment, one could hear a pin drop in the thatched cottage, and only the occasional sob of the child could be heard.

The wind was howling outside the house, but the atmosphere inside the house was as tense as a string.

Xi Yu had no time to care about everyone's surprise. Seeing that the woman was dying, the first aid knowledge he had learned in his previous life instantly emerged in his mind.

Without thinking too much, he quickly adjusted the woman's position and prepared to perform CPR. He folded his hands and pressed on the woman's chest, once, twice...

Just as he was about to perform artificial respiration, the crowd suddenly exploded.

"How could this young man do such a dirty thing!" An old man was so angry that his beard was shaking. He picked up the walking stick in his hand and pointed it at Xi Yu.

"That's right. Doing this to an unconscious woman in public must be a sinister act!" A middle-aged woman also started shouting, and the crowd's abuse surged towards Xi Yu like a tidal wave.

Xi Yu was extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he had to stop his actions temporarily. He looked up and looked around, and loudly explained: "Fellow villagers, I am saving her life! If not, she might lose her life!"

But the angry crowd refused to listen to his explanation and pressed forward step by step. The child was frightened and started to cry. In the chaos, the faint vitality seemed to be fading away little by little with the passage of time. Xi Yu was in despair and didn't know how to make everyone believe him.

Seeing that everyone was getting more and more excited, several strong young men clenched their fists, looked fierce, and approached Xi Yu, shouting: "Stop it right now, don't use these despicable means! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you!"

Xi Yu frowned, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. He stood up and responded loudly: "Fellow villagers, I beg you to calm down and wait for a while. If this method is used and this elder sister still can't wake up, you can do whatever you want to me at that time. I will never complain!"

But the crowd still refused to give in. One woman put her hands on her hips and spat with disdain: "Humph, that's easy for you to say. Once you take advantage of her and she doesn't wake up, her innocence will be ruined. How can we let you do what you want!"

The people around him nodded and clamored, insisting that Xiyu stop immediately, not giving Xiyu a chance to explain. The situation was getting out of control. The unconscious woman's condition was getting more and more critical. Xiyu was extremely anxious, but he didn't know how to convince these stubborn villagers.

Xi Yu was really forced into a corner and he no longer hesitated. He let out a low shout and in an instant, several black shadows quickly flashed out from the darkness and landed steadily in front of everyone. They were Xi Yu's secret guards.

The secret guards all had tall and straight postures, stern faces, and exuded an aura that no one could underestimate.

One of them stepped forward, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Everyone, my master only wants to save people. Although the method he used seems unreasonable, it is indeed a way to save lives. I hope you will not stop him, otherwise it will be too late to regret if this woman's life is lost."

Everyone was startled at first, and then frightened back several steps by the sudden appearance of the secret guard. Their eyes were full of fear and surprise, and the sound of their whispers became louder and louder.

"This guy looks ordinary, but I didn't expect that there are such powerful people around him. Could he be a big shot?" A young man muttered in a low voice.

"Humph, who knows what he is thinking? How can he save a woman by blowing air into her mouth? I have never seen such a rare thing in my life." An old man frowned, his face full of doubt, but still insisted on his own idea.

Although no one dared to step forward to stop them, the mood of suspicion and dissatisfaction still filled the air. Everyone's eyes were still fixed on Xi Yu and the woman on the ground, as if they wanted to see what was going on.

Seeing that everyone was wary but still had doubts, Xi Yu decided to speed up without further delay.

He took a deep breath, and the first aid knowledge he had learned in his previous life emerged more and more clearly in his mind. Every step and every key point seemed to be engraved in his heart.

He leaned over again, pressing the woman's chest rhythmically with his hands, over and over again, with precise and steady force. Then he pinched the woman's nose and blew slowly into her mouth, repeating this in one go without any hesitation.

Everyone around held their breath and watched intently. The whole room was so quiet that the only sounds were Xi Yu's nervous breathing and the child's occasional sobs.

Just when everyone's heart was in their throat, suddenly, the woman coughed violently, and then slowly opened her eyes. There was confusion in her eyes at first, and then they gradually came into focus.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Someone in the crowd shouted. Everyone was stunned, and then there was an uproar. The villagers who were originally full of doubts about Xi Yu now showed disbelief and a little shame on their faces.

Originally, the child had been standing by, his eyes red and swollen from crying, his fists clenched tightly, his heart full of fear and helplessness.

At this moment, when he saw his mother slowly open her eyes, those dim eyes instantly burst into bright light, and the haze on the little face was swept away, replaced by pure joy.

"Mom, you're finally awake!" the little guy shouted, opening his arms impatiently, and throwing himself into his mother's arms like a young swallow returning to its nest.

His small body pressed tightly against his mother, and his head kept rubbing against her arms, as if to make sure this was not a dream.

The mother's eyes were full of love and care. With trembling hands, she gently stroked the child's head, her voice still a little weak: "Dear child, mother is here, don't be afraid..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and she hugged her child and cried uncontrollably.

When the surrounding villagers saw this scene, the doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts completely disappeared, and they looked at Xi Yu with admiration and gratitude in their eyes. The thatched cottage was filled with warmth after surviving the disaster.

At this moment, the woman seemed to have just come back to her senses from the chaos. She slowly let go of the child, her eyes full of confusion and surprise. She raised her hand and gently stroked her forehead, muttering to herself: "By the way, why am I not dead?"

When the child heard this, his eyes became red again. He grabbed his mother's clothes tightly with his little hands and complained in a crying voice: "Mom, why did you jump into the river? You scared me to death. Don't you want me anymore?"

The childish words were like small hammers, hitting the woman's heart.

Seeing this, everyone tried to explain. An old lady stepped forward, pointed at Xi Yu and said, "Sister, it was this warrior who saved you! When you jumped into the river, everyone pulled you out, but you were unconscious. If it weren't for this warrior's special method, you would have died."

The others also nodded in agreement, their eyes full of approval for Xi Yu.

The woman's eyes were dull. She did not thank Xi Yu as everyone expected. Instead, she stared at him and asked, "Why did you save me? I've had enough of living. There's no end to this hard life. It's better to end it all."

Her voice was filled with deep despair, as if there was nothing worth clinging to in the world.

When the child heard this, he cried even louder, his little body shaking, crying and shouting: "Mom, what will I do if you die? Don't you want me anymore?"

The heart-wrenching cry made everyone around feel distressed.

Xi Yu frowned, looking at the mother and son, feeling distressed and helpless. He took a step forward, locked his eyes with the woman, and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you are not grateful to me, but look at this child, can you really bear to abandon him? He is still so young, how can he live without a mother in the future? Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the child."

The woman's body trembled violently, and her eyes slowly moved to the child. Looking at the child's face full of tears and fear, the determination in her eyes began to loosen, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was choked by tears.

After a long time, she reached out her hand, held the child back in her arms, and sobbed silently.

Xi Yu looked at the mother and son who were crying and hugging each other, and sighed heavily.

This sigh contained both compassion for the woman's rough fate and relief that she had changed her mind.

The surrounding villagers were also talking about it. An old man with gray hair shook his head and sighed: "This world is difficult. How hard it must be to have come to this point."

"Who said it wasn't? It's all thanks to this brave man. If not for him, the child would have become an orphan." A young man continued, looking at Xi Yu with admiration in his eyes.

"But how will this mother and son live in the future?" An auntie looked worried and looked back and forth at the mother and son with concerned eyes.

The woman hugged the child tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her emotions slowly calmed down.

Xi Yu's question echoed in her mind. She looked at her son crying in her arms, and tears blurred her eyes again: Yes, if I really die, what will happen to my son? How can I be so selfish when I am alone and suffering in this world?

She slowly let go of the child, stood up and walked towards Xiyu, her legs still trembling weakly.

Standing in front of Xi Yu, the woman bowed deeply and saluted.

"Thank you for saving me and my child. I did something really stupid today and almost caused a disaster."

When he raised his head, his face was full of regret and gratitude, "I have no way to repay your kindness."

Xi Yu hurriedly supported her and said softly, "Sister, don't say that. As long as you are alive, there is hope. If you have any difficulties in the future, just speak up."

The woman nodded repeatedly, and the light of hope for life rekindled in her eyes. The child beside her seemed to feel the change in her mother and stopped crying. She held her mother's hand tightly and snuggled up to her.

At this moment, although the broken house is cold, it gradually becomes warm because of this glimmer of hope.

Xi Yu looked at the woman, his eyes full of concern and curiosity, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Sister, why did you go to this point and seek death?"

Hearing this, the woman let out another long sigh, which was filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

She looked around, hesitated for a moment and then said, "My benefactor, this is a long story. I would like to ask everyone to go out first. I want to talk to you alone. Let the children go out as well." Although her voice was soft, it revealed her determination that could not be refused.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other. Although they were confused, seeing that the woman was so persistent, they turned around and walked out of the house one after another.

The child was somewhat reluctant, and he pulled at his mother's clothes and whispered, "Mom, I won't leave, I want to stay with you."

The woman squatted down, gently touched the child's head and coaxed him, "Good boy, mother will talk to her benefactor for a while and will be out soon. You go out and play with your uncles and aunts first." (End of this chapter)