Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Away from the Horse Carriage Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Away from the Horse Carriage Moreover, his team also had an Agility Ability user.

How much suffering must one endure to unlock such potential?

Bai Junjun originally wanted to inquire about the situation of the Wind Series Special Ability user, but she hadn’t expected to learn everything effortlessly.

No wonder they too were sitting in a horse carriage bearing the Bai Yang Clan insignia; it turns out this was the carriage the original owner had ordered people to leave in.

Li Wenli must have had feelings for the original owner, otherwise why would he risk his life to protect her and take her to the Ninth Prince’s territory?

However, going to the territory of the Ninth Prince, the original owner burned her bridges, which must have hurt Li Wenli a great deal.

Fearing that upon meeting again, Li Wenli might have turned his love into hatred.

After all, even Ah Dao hated her so much, let alone the person himself.

Thinking this, Bai Junjun secretly thought she definitely should not make the mistake of delivering herself into danger, as the current Li Wenli could obliterate her in seconds.

Having made up her mind, Bai Junjun then returned to the main hall.

At that time, apart from the weapons in the armory, food and other usable items had been moved to the main hall, where the Old Monk and Smiling Face were tallying supplies, preparing to move them back.

Thinking about the over two hundred people at the camp waiting for their first-aid medicine, Bai Junjun decided not to delay and leave first.

However, before departing, out of Itinerant World righteousness, Bai Junjun still beckoned the amiable Smiling Face to come over.

“This place is not simple,” she suggested, “It’s best to gather up these bodies and disguise it as if they had absconded with the money, and make sure not to blow our cover.”

At that moment, Ah Dao saw Bai Junjun and Smiling Face whispering on the side, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Bai Junjun, sharp-eyed, noticed Ah Dao’s displeasure, patted Smiling Face on the shoulder, and quickly left.

Before leaving, she also thoughtfully bid farewell to Qiu Er and Qiu San.

Seeing Bai Junjun disappear from sight, Ah Dao then asked Smiling Face, “What did she say to you?”

“She said this place is not simple and instructed us to manage the battlefield well, and it’s best to make it look like the bandits fled.”

Smiling Face repeated Bai Junjun’s words verbatim.

Ah Dao glanced around, and although he was reluctant to follow Bai Junjun’s advice, what she said actually made sense.

Even if the master came, he would surely give the same instructions.

It was just that the decision came from Bai Junjun, which he didn’t quite like. However, Ah Dao set aside his personal distaste and started to manage the battlefield.

Bai Junjun then hurried back to the camp without stopping.

The return trip was not far, and by the time she arrived back, it was nearly Zi Hour; those who had taken their medicine were sleeping, and the wounded were also drowsily snuggling against each other.

Old Uncle Qiu, taking over Doctor Wang’s duties, inevitably had to interact with the patients and couldn’t return to the clean area, while Qiu Da, as one of the few healthy people, had to patrol and stand guard.

Now, the clean area only accommodated the horse carriage, Madam Liu, Xiao Shan, Bai Sasa, and Bai Lingyu.

At that time, Madam Liu had already coaxed Xiao Shan and Bai Lingyu to sleep.

Bai Sasa insisted on waiting up for her older sister, and Madam Liu, unable to persuade her otherwise, let her be.

Bai Sasa sat up for most of the night and eventually saw Bai Junjun, running over excitedly.

Bai Junjun, seeing Bai Sasa running over from the clean area, didn’t scold her but directly said, “Since you’re here, help me out. Tonight we need to stay up to make medicine and also prepare some things to prevent malaria.”

Old Uncle Qiu was taken aback on hearing this: “Can malaria be prevented and treated?”

“Of course.”

Bai Junjun signaled Old Uncle Qiu to come over, and she whispered in his ear for a while.

Old Uncle Qiu looked surprised.

“These mosquitoes are the culprits behind malaria?”