The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

The moment the medicinal powder touched the wound, a sharp stinging pain surged through. Peng Jing gasped, "Are you trying to kill me? What kind of medicine is this? Clearly, you're trying to—"

But before she could finish cursing, the stinging pain vanished, replaced by a refreshing coolness that felt incredibly soothing.

Gu Qiao wore a look of utter disdain, thinking to himself: They're both women, yet how can the difference be this stark? Someone like the eldest sister-in-law is pleasant to be around, sensible, reasonable, kind, and capable. If he were ever to marry, he'd want someone like her—yes, a country girl over any so-called refined lady or noblewoman. What's the point of grand upbringing? Country girls are reliable.

One had to admit, Peng Jing's presence successfully tarnished the image of refined ladies.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?" Peng Jing realized she'd misunderstood but didn't care, glaring as she barked, "Quickly apply the medicine—cover everything! Leave nothing out..."

Gu Qiao rolled his eyes, inhaled deeply twice, and restrained himself from landing a punch. Begrudgingly, he dusted all the wounds with the powder, then turned and stepped back.

"Hey! What's your problem?" Peng Jing was about to complain that the amount he'd applied was insufficient, but before she could speak, everyone suddenly stood up as the sound of wolves howling pierced through the air, sending chills down their spines.

Wolves roam the forests, and wolves also roam the deserts and grasslands.

In the past three days, they'd already encountered two groups of wolves, and now, as night fell, they were facing yet another pack.

"Stay vigilant," Gu Qingheng said, gripping the hilt of the Blood-drinking Sword firmly. This weapon was unlike any other; if unsheathed, it would definitely taste blood. It was reserved for the life-or-death moments that left him no other choice.

Soon, green lights began to appear in the shadows surrounding them.

This wolf pack was larger than the two they had encountered before.

Heihei was already soaring in the air with his son, circling overhead, sensing the imminent danger.

Gu Qingheng glanced around. Although the light was dim, he could roughly gauge that there were thirty to forty wolves in the pack. Without hesitation, he pulled out a special torch designed by Yang Ruxin from his backpack and ignited it using the campfire.

In their previous encounters, they managed to repel the wolf packs unscathed thanks to this torch. It contained a medicinal compound that emitted smoke capable of knocking out all living creatures.

Of course, they had taken the antidote beforehand.

This time, however, the pack was too large, with too many wolves encircling them completely. When the torch was lit, the smoke drifted only in one direction, unable to incapacitate all the wolves.

After several wolves collapsed, the pack noticed something was amiss and launched an attack.

Wolves in the desert seemed far less intimidated by firelight.

This year, as spring arrived, the grass—Chun Cao—did not flourish. Many wild animals lacked food, either fleeing or dying, even domesticated cattle and sheep perished in large numbers. Predators like wolves had less to eat. In summer, they could still hunt a bit, but now winter had arrived again, leaving the grasslands barren and devoid of prey. The wolves had no choice but to venture into the desert in search of sustenance.

At this moment, seeing a group of humans, the wolves thought: If they can kill them, how many days could they feast? This kind of opportunity was too good to pass up.

The Shadow Guards sprang into action, instantly clashing with the wolf pack.