nucmednet Chapter 346 Who dares to covet my people?
Chapter 346 Who dares to covet my people?
He stepped out of the threshold, closed the door gently, and glanced in Xuanyi's direction.
Xuan Yi naturally understood, and he stood guarding the door with all his might.
If he hadn't received instructions to intentionally relax the guard of the palace and lure out the assassins, how could it have been so quiet when the assassins invaded?
The dying Ling Qiu was dragged out of the yard.
Ling Qiu had a high fever, his breathing was unstable, and his mind was on the edge of consciousness and coma. He was struggling to stay awake.
He raised his eyes and saw that the person coming was someone beside his master. He wanted to say something, but because of the rough treatment and the pain from the broken limbs, he could not utter a syllable.
The person beside him saw him open his eyes and kept muttering, "You had a good rest. No one who betrays their master will have a good ending. If you were not of some value, I wouldn't have to take this risk."
Ling Qiu felt bitter in his heart and tried his best to explain. However, the man misunderstood him and thought he was going to call for someone to come over. He ruthlessly struck him on the back of the neck with a palm. Ling Qiu's body went limp and he completely lost consciousness.
"Do you want to call someone?"
He jumped out of the wall of Prince Rong's mansion unhindered.
Qin Yuechuan kept his breath, and to avoid being exposed by the crowd, he followed quietly behind with a sword in hand.
The people who took Ling Qiu away did not go to any mansion in Kyoto, but went straight out of the city.
Be cautious.
Qin Yuechuan became more and more curious about the person behind him, but he never relaxed his focus. He kept his eyes fixed on the rapidly moving figure in front of him.
The man took Ling Qiu and ran to a dense forest, and disappeared in an instant like a bird, without a trace.
In the dead of winter, the trees in the forest were sparsely covered with leaves. In the cool night, the cold wind blew through, and the shivering branches were like ghostly hands, blocking the way forward and the way out.
Qin Yuechuan was also well prepared. He quickly took out the cloth bag that had been prepared at his waist, pinched out the fine powder from it, and waved his hand casually. In just a few breaths, shadowy fluorescent blue traces started from under his feet and meandered sparsely to the southeast.
This was the developing powder that Xu Xinyue had used when she followed him to the wild fighting field. Ling Qiu was naturally stained with the corresponding tracking powder.
Qin Yuechuan chased all the way, and soon, a dilapidated wooden house appeared in front of him in the depths of the dense forest.
There were several people guarding various locations near the entrance. Although they were in plain clothes, it could be seen from their figures and demeanor that they were definitely not ordinary people.
A pale yellow light shone through the tung oil window paper, vaguely reflecting the silhouette of a person.
Ling Qiu was thrown to the ground, and the wound on his broken limb was exposed. The white silk cloth quickly seeped out large patches of blood. Ling Qiu shuddered from the pain, whimpered intermittently in his throat, and opened his eyes with difficulty.
What caught my eye was a pair of black leather boots with dark patterns.
The line of sight extends from the black boots upwards, and a black fox cloak is draped over the person in front of him.
The charcoal basin was right at his feet. The man in fox fur still seemed to be unaware of the warmth. His overly cold, white and bloodless fingers were stroking the hand warmer in his arms.
He is his master.
Ling Qiu's body trembled even more, not because of pain or cold, but because of fear.
In his panic, he even forgot to remind himself, and at that moment he might have fallen into the trap.
The man in front of him lifted Ling Qiu's chin with his boot, coughed a few times, and then said faintly: "You don't want to use this skin anymore, right?"
"Who dug you out of the dead and gave you a second life? Now, you are so brave that you dare to betray me?"
"Have you forgotten how horribly your original body was shattered, and you want to experience it again?"
Ling Qiu strained his neck and tried to stand up, but his one arm was too weak to move. He ignored the pain in his body and said word by word, "I will never...never forget the great kindness of my master until I die..."
The tip of the shoe was pulled away, and Ling Qiu was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was caught off guard and the thick sole of the shoe fell back onto the wound of his broken limb.
Spare no effort and crush it mercilessly.
Blood gushed out, and in just a few breaths, it soaked half of Ling Qiu's clothes.
Ling Qiu nearly fainted again. He bit his lip and tried not to cry out in pain, trying to endure the venting of his master in front of him.
The man seemed to be bored. He raised his foot and wiped the clean part of Ling Qiu's clothes, then sat back in the same place.
"Tell me, what benefits did the Rong King give you? What information did you sell me?"
Ling Qiu finally let out a sigh of relief and struggled to stand up with his intact arm: "I have never revealed any information. King Rong tortured me and cut off my arm, but I still haven't said a word about my master."
The man's five fingers touching the hand warmer froze for a moment, and he was silent for a long while. Suddenly, he stood up and started coughing uncontrollably, with a rumbling sound in his chest, as if he was going to vomit out his heart and lungs.
The person beside him stepped forward worriedly, "Master..."
The man raised his hand and finally stopped coughing. He turned his head and asked, "How many guards in Prince Rong's mansion were alarmed?"
The guard who brought Ling Qiu back said with a hint of pride: "Master, rest assured, I acted cautiously and did not disturb any of the guards."
After hearing this, the man yelled in anger:
"idiot!!"
"Silently? Do you think all the guards in the palace are dead? Not even a single one was alarmed, which means that the order was given in advance!"
"I told you long ago that if there is any abnormality, evacuate immediately. How could you be completely unaware of such a big abnormality?"
The guard knelt down in panic and said, "Master, please forgive me. I was extremely cautious and careful and did not alarm anyone. No one should know that I was here."
The man glanced at Ling Qiu and said, "You will reap the rewards when you return home."
It had been a cup of tea since Ling Qiu was brought here, not too long or too short. The man raised his foot and said coldly, "Retreat."
Just in case, he ordered the guards beside him to throw a firework signal.
I hope the people from Prince Rong’s Mansion haven’t caught up yet.
Suddenly, a cold wind rushed in and the door was suddenly broken.
Qin Yuechuan stood at the door with a sword in hand, expressionless on his face. The silver sword was still stained with dark red blood, which was dripping from the tip of the sword. Several heads were rolling at his feet.
His face was stained with some splattered blood, and under the dim moonlight, there was a strange and seductive feeling.
Qin Yuechuan glanced at Ling Qiu who was lying on the ground, raised his lips and said vaguely: "Ling Qiu, thank you for your help. I will not treat you unfairly."
Qin Yuechuan touched the ground with the tip of his sword and strode in: "So you are your old master?"
"You are hiding your head and showing your tail. You should have given up the dark and joined the light long ago."
Ling Qiu was furious and shouted in panic: "Shut up! I never took refuge with you! Don't sow discord!"
"profound?"
Qin Yuechuan smiled and said, "It's okay, you don't have to panic. If you hadn't sacrificed yourself to lure me and left clues, how could I have followed you here?"
"Today, I will definitely keep you safe."
A cold voice came from under the fox fur hood, but it seemed to have deliberately changed its tone:
"We are just small characters, but we are flattered that King Rong has come to pursue us personally."
Qin Yuechuan raised his arm, held the sword horizontally, and leaped forward:
"You are certainly unworthy, but the person you are plotting against has forced me to come here in person."
"I also want to see with my own eyes who is so ignorant of life and death that he dares to covet me."
The sword was fierce, ruthless and decisive, and every move hit the vital points directly. It seemed that he was determined to take his life.
However, what frightened him was that this person seemed to be extremely familiar with his sword moves. Although he did not fight back, he seemed to always be able to predict where his sword would go next.
Extremely fast, with quick movements and precise dodges.
The way they interacted with each other seemed as if they were from the same school.