The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 228 The Nightmare Ends
On the twenty-fifth day of the good-for-nothing young master's journey to survive in the desert, he was met with another sandstorm.

The sandstorms are so strong that they can bury everything.

The young masters' last words, which they all thought of before being buried.

The different people who came up with the last words were surprisingly similar:
In his next life, Ang will never provoke a beautiful woman who knows kung fu again. If there is a next life, Ang will not go anywhere and will live a peaceful life as the young master of Huaiqing Prefecture.

Is it that big fish and meat dishes aren't appetizing, or that millet porridge and flatbread aren't sweet enough?

We haven't had enough of these good days yet!
After they were plunged into darkness, King Atu and his army of ten thousand rats worked busy for the first half of the night.

Gan Minglan arrived in the middle of the night.

By the moonlight, she sized up the spoiled brats who looked like refugees.

Her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, with layers of sand and hair.

His stubble made him look more than ten years older.

It is estimated that the average person lost 20 pounds.

His exposed palms and feet were covered in thick calluses, his injuries were getting worse, and his breathing was very weak.

That was truly a terrible ordeal!

I bet even the biological mother wouldn't recognize her own child at first glance!

Tsk tsk.

Even the strongest anger can be extinguished upon seeing the other person in such a miserable state.

Gan Minglan was also afraid that delaying would lead to someone's death, so she worked tirelessly to use her healing abilities on these people.

The fractured bone area is a key area to focus on; it is essential to restore these old injuries to their original state.

If someone has problems with their heart, liver, spleen, or stomach, I'll take care of that as well.

King Atu watched his master bustling about, his little head filled with great confusion:
"Chirp chirp chirp, aren't we supposed to punish these bad guys?"

"Your Majesty, the reason these villains are so arrogant is because they have doting parents behind them! I can't give those powerful families in Huaiqing Prefecture any leverage. No matter how many doctors they consult, they'll only be able to conclude that the person is perfectly healthy and has no problems!"

"Squeak squeak squeak, is this what you used to say, 'After beating the little one, the old one comes'? Master, you're actually afraid of fighting? This great king will help you!"

Gan Minglan: "."

This rat is no good! All it does is try to claim territory and fight.

"Chirp chirp, Master, when will our ranch be built? I've already notified my underlings, and they'll all help you dig the holes!"

The person quickly dismissed that immature idea and said cheerfully:
"Great! Great! I want to build a cave on the cliff at the western foot of Mount Junma. Only your claws can handle such hard stone!"

King Atu looked down at his steel claws, then thought of the rock as hard as iron on Mount Junma, and made a face of utter despair.

His unwavering loyalty was ultimately misplaced.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.

At Chimu Pass, sharp-eyed border soldiers spotted a group of creatures that looked like humans lying haphazardly about fifty meters outside the gate.

The reason they were identified as people was the colorless clothing they wore, which looked like the sleeping clothes worn by wealthy Han Chinese families.

However, with his disheveled appearance, it was impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

It's unlikely that the tribes near southern Mongolia would be so foolish as to send a group of unarmed people to the border to stage an accident.

Well, the problem is coming!
Who are these people?

Before long, the city walls at the pass were filled with onlookers.

Perhaps their discussions were too loud.

Gradually, the people on the ground were awakened by the noise.

The first to wake up, the baby-faced playboy, saw the large characters on the outer gate of Akagi-guchi and screamed, "Ah! Ang isn't dead! Ang isn't dead?!"

He jumped up and down, gesturing wildly.

To the border troops, he was a complete madman. Then...

Another group of lunatics got up from the ground one after another, and then they screamed all together.

Sometimes he would burst into laughter, and sometimes he would cry freely.

I don't know whether to be happy or in pain.

suddenly.

Someone paused, looked down, and exclaimed so loudly that it woke up the birds on the nearby mountain: "Wow! Woohoo! Woohoo!"

Before his legs were buried, they were still red and swollen, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

How can I still jump now?

He can jump and run just like he did before he came to the border town!
Then the others noticed the abnormality: "Waaaaah, Ang can lift his arm again! Ang is finally not a cripple anymore!"

"What exactly happened? Yesterday we could only vaguely see the shadow of Junma Mountain, how come we're back at Chimukou overnight?"

"Could it be that they were blown back by that big yellow wind?"

"Impossible! Apart from the sand we're carrying, this is a grassland! Besides, I've never heard of the Yellow Wind healing external injuries!"

“Look, look! The calluses on Ang’s hands and feet are gone! His skin is as smooth as ever! If it weren’t for the fact that his skin is much darker than before, Ang would have thought the past twenty-five days were a nightmare!”

They saw many unusual things in themselves.

I was both surprised and delighted, and I was also afraid and terrified!
Finally, finally, the nightmare is over!

After being escorted back to the General's Mansion by the border troops at Chimu Pass, the group of playboys were as quiet as a flock of mute quails.

Overwhelmed with excitement at returning home, and then thinking about that female demon in Anpingfang, they wished they could shrink themselves into tiny paper figures.

When Zhao Da, the steward of the General's Mansion, saw his young master's evasive gaze, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him: Was he being treated too badly?
The butler personally brought bathwater to the young master and served him a bath while checking him over.

Apart from being a bit thinner and having a darker complexion, there were no signs of injury on his body.

Zhao Dadu was somewhat dazed. He remembered that the military doctor who set the young master's bones was someone he had invited.

How could he recover so quickly?
It seems that Captain Gan still didn't dare to kill the young master and his group.

Little did he know the extent of the long-term consequences for these young masters.

After taking a bath and changing into brand new clothes, they still felt like they were dreaming when they tasted the fragrant rice porridge.

After breakfast, I realized my sweet dream wasn't over yet.

They boldly demanded that they, along with the released servants and guards, return to Huaiqing Prefecture immediately.

Before the dream ends, of course we must escape the place where this nightmare began.

In the dream, no one can do anything to them!
They would never come to this border town again in their lifetime, even if they were beaten to death.

A quarter of an hour later.

More than a dozen carriages hurriedly fled the general's mansion.
Young Master Zhao Rui wasn't so lucky!

He longed to return to the Marquis's mansion immediately to cry to his aunt, but the steward had already informed him that the Marquis wanted to question him after finishing his important business.

His dad is back!
His father returned after suppressing the bandits so quickly.

In this general's mansion, there was neither his legal mother to mediate nor any concubine to protect him.

The young master waited anxiously for an hour, his back soaked with sweat.

As soon as he stepped into the study, he glanced at his father's face and knew he had really messed up this time.

With a "plop," he knelt down as a sign of respect!

(End of this chapter)