The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251: Lost Memories

"Uncle Hao, Uncle Hao! The big brother has woken up, the big brother has woken up."

Responding to the call was a rugged, simple and honest middle-aged man.

"Young man, you’ve finally woken up, you had me worried sick." The man’s voice was thick and clumsy, with a lovable and honest appearance.

Suddenly as if remembering something, he waited for Yang Yan to speak, slapped his forehead and said: "Oh right, young man, what’s your name? Where’s your home? Why did you run into the deep mountains..."

The big man asked a slew of questions at once, not giving Yang Yan a chance to respond.

A moment later, he finally reacted, scratching his head warmly, and stared dumbly at Yang Yan.

"Can you tell me where this place is?."

Yang Yan looked confused.

"Oh! The big brother is so silly, he doesn’t even know his own name."

"Why don’t we give our big brother a name?"

"I’m called Daniu, you can be called Erniu."

"That’s a terrible name, just call him Xiaohua! His skin is fair like a girl’s."

...

A group of children chattered noisily, making the grass hut lively all of a sudden.

An old man, stepping slowly like a snail, walked in. Though appearing weak, he gave Yang Yan a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

Seeing the old man coming, the children immediately quieted down, greeting in unison: "Hello Grandpa Village Chief!"

Hearing the children’s voices, the village chief affectionately stroked his goatee: "Children, make some space, let grandpa take a look at the young man."

With that said, the children made way for the village chief to pass.

The village chief sat beside Yang Yan’s bed, feeling his forehead and checking his pulse.

Yang Yan did not choose to shy away.

Firstly, he was currently utterly weak, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, unable to avoid at all.

Secondly, Yang Yan felt the old man did not seem like a bad person.

Because if he intended harm, he wouldn’t need to go through such trouble.

While Yang Yan was pondering, the village chief spoke again.

"Young man, what’s your name? Where did you come from?"

"My name is... my name is..." Yang Yan was just about to answer the old man’s question when a wave of intense pain hit his head.

He suddenly found he couldn’t remember his name no matter how hard he tried!

Even his past experiences seemed to have been forcibly erased by an invisible hand.

He had actually lost his memory!

At this moment, the honest Daniu stepped forward, speaking in his thick voice: "Dad, he’s called Erniu, we found him when our Hunting Team was hunting in the mountains, he was being attacked by a Hydra, almost got swallowed!"

The village chief looked at Daniu with some surprise, and the latter gave an embarrassed smile, shyly scratching his head.

Meanwhile, Yang Yan still displayed a look of pain, as if his head was splitting.

Helplessly, despite trying hard, Yang Yan couldn’t remember his name, his identity, where he came from, or where he should go.

Yang Yan could only shake his head somewhat blankly, holding his head in disappointment and saying: "I forgot my name too, don’t know who I am, and thinking about it makes my head hurt intensely."

Hearing Yang Yan’s words, the old man smiled kindly.

"Young man, the place you appeared in is a forest, home to many powerful creatures often claiming lives, so we call it Soul-Falling Forest."

"Then where is this place?" Yang Yan asked curiously.

From the village chief’s explanation, Yang Yan quickly understood that the village he was in was called Jiuan Village.

Surrounded by mountains with no road leading out, the people here have not interacted with outsiders for generations, naturally rarely visited by anyone.

Yang Yan is the first person to come here in decades.

Hearing the village chief’s explanation, Yang Yan seems to understand a lot.

After chatting with Yang Yan for a while, the village chief left with the crowd, leaving Yang Yan alone, telling him to recuperate well.

During the following days, Daniu would bring a bowl of soup medicine prepared by the village chief and chat with Yang Yan every day.

According to Daniu, the ingredients for the soup were meticulously boiled from mountain herbs or animal organs, greatly beneficial to the body.

Yang Yan, possessing a rudimentary knowledge of medicine though unfamiliar with the ingredients, could clearly feel that the soup’s effect was indeed as Daniu said, greatly nourishing the body.

Indeed, within a few days, Yang Yan’s condition improved significantly, at least his spirit recovered more than half.

In less than five days, Yang Yan was able to get out of bed.

At this point, he desperately wanted to regain his memory, find out who he was, where he came from, and where he should go.

However, such matters are left to chance.

Moreover, the villagers saved his life, so Yang Yan felt he couldn’t just eat their food for free, he should do something within his power for the village.

Thinking to act, by the sixth day Yang Yan directly approached the village chief, wanting him to assign a job for him.

Hearing Yang Yan’s request, the village chief appeared very surprised.

He originally intended to use the excuse of Yang Yan’s injury not being healed to let him rest for a while, but now Yang Yan insisted on him assigning a job.

Unable to resist Yang Yan’s persistence, the village chief had no choice but to arrange a job for him.

Discovering Yang Yan’s body was stronger than the average person in the village, he assigned Yang Yan to work with the Hunting Team on hunts.

This not only ensured food supply for the village but also hoped that exploring might help Yang Yan recover his memory.

In fact, the village chief himself very much wanted to find out who Yang Yan really was, why he was discovered in that place.

For these long-time mountain dwellers, while the beasts appeared fierce, their rich experience allows them to easily handle with several people cooperating without much danger.

Their ability to cultivate land is minimal, so most of their staple food must be obtained from the mountains.

Therefore, the Hunting Team in the village bears a significant responsibility.

Their existence directly relates to the village’s sustenance.

Their clothing is crafted from a small amount of local wild flax cloth, with more made from the skins of hunted animals.

Even the oil used to light lamps is boiled from animal organs.

After Yang Yan joined the Hunting Team, Daniu kept him closely by his side.

This was also the village chief’s intention.

Yang Yan appeared robust, but after all, he had just recovered from a serious illness, not yet fully healed; added to worries about his lack of experience, for safety’s sake, the village chief specifically instructed his son Daniu to take good care of Yang Yan.

Everything progressed very smoothly, perhaps because of Yang Yan’s joining, the hunting luck seemed improved, reportedly increasing the usual harvest by at least thirty percent.

As a result, Yang Yan, the outsider, seemed never to have faced exclusion from the start, quickly becoming friends with the young people in the village.