Jiang Yuzhu quickly grabbed the oil-paper umbrella, jumped off the carriage swiftly, and ran straight towards the woman. Saving people was the most important thing!

At this moment, another carriage passed by and stopped in front of Jiang Yuzhu.

Lu Yunxi was helped down by a servant. In his panic, he didn't have time to open an umbrella, and his hair was quickly wet by the rain. The wet hair stuck to his forehead, making his face look even paler.

"Cousin, the wind is strong and the rain is heavy. If you want to save people, just tell the coachman and the maid. But you must also take care of yourself!"

Lu Yunxi looked extremely weak, with worry flashing in her eyes, as if she was worried about her health.

Seeing Jiang Yuzhu stop and look at him, Lu Yunxi smiled slightly, and his forced expression made people feel particularly pity for him.

Facing her "affectionate" cousin, Jiang Yuzhu cried out that she was unlucky!

At the moment, she was saving people, so she didn't have the heart to talk nonsense. Instead, she said, "Cousin, it's cold on a rainy day. You're not feeling well. Hurry back to the carriage and be careful not to catch a cold!"

Stay away from the plague god, and you will stay away from trouble!

Jiang Yuzhu was no longer distracted and ran forward with big strides. Seeing this, Lu Yunxi became anxious and broke free from the servant's support and hurriedly followed.

When she got closer, Jiang Yuzhu quickly realized something was wrong.

It was true that the dress belonged to Zhao Fendie, but it was obviously a size too small on the person in front of her. The hem of the dress only reached above the ankles, and a pair of men's soap boots were visible under the hem.

Not good! It's not a scam, it's a bait!

In an instant, Jiang Yuzhu's mind became clear. She quickly turned around and ran back. Unexpectedly, she bumped into the follower Lu Yunxi after running only two steps.

At this moment, the purple-robed man on the ground jumped up. In front of the surprised gazes of Hongli, the driver, and the others, he pulled out a dagger and pressed it against Jiang Yuzhu's slender neck. He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, or the Ghost Festival will be your death!"

With a snap, the oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and a gorgeous flower bloomed on the ground.