Chapter 38: If Assassination doesn't come back, I'll give one away for free! ...

Zhou Tinglan's heart trembled. She supported herself with her hands and tried to sit up from the bed, but fell back onto the bed. She started coughing violently.

"Lan'er!"

Xie Zechuan stood up, helped Zhou Tinglan sit up against the head of the bed, patted him with one hand and quickly poured a cup of tea from the table next to him and handed it to Zhou Tinglan's lips with the other hand.

He turned and stared at the spy, and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

Damn, were they still being secretly followed when they were collecting Xiao Ruo's body?

The spy lowered his head and said hurriedly, "This morning, I went to take a look at Young Master Xiao's tomb as instructed by the master. Unexpectedly, when I arrived there, I saw from a distance that the coffin I had already bought was exposed."

He paused, swallowing, as if recalling the scene he had witnessed deep in the woods not long ago. The spy continued, "Not only that, but as I approached, I noticed the words 'I Found You' engraved on Mr. Xiao's coffin."

Zhou Tinglan repeated those words in a low voice. Suddenly, she raised her hands to cover her face, her fingertips glittering.

Hahaha--

She laughed softly, and the sound gradually grew louder, until her voice, slightly hoarse, rang out: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

It's all her fault. If it weren't for her, Xiao Ruo wouldn't have died, and if he hadn't died, he wouldn't have ended up with a restless death.

Xie Zechuan's eyes flashed with heartache, and he comforted her, "Lan'er, this is not your fault."

"Haven't you realized it yet?" Zhou Tinglan asked back.

Xie Zechuan didn't say anything else, because he also understood why Xiao Ruo's coffin was dug up and even shamefully had words carved on it.

They were tortured during their lifetime and their bodies were not preserved intact. After their death, their coffins were dug up and humiliating words were carved on them, so they could not rest in peace.

"It's Yao Ningde! It must be him. This is his warning to us!"

"It's us..." I'm sorry to him.

Xie Zechuan spoke slowly and with difficulty, and at the end he was unable to utter the last few words.

Zhou Tinglan lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, but Xie Zechuan hurried forward and pushed her back onto the bed and covered her with the quilt.

"Xie Zechuan, I want to go and take a look!"

She struggled desperately, but she started coughing again after finally stabilizing her breathing.

"Lan'er, don't move. Stay in bed and rest. I'll be there."

Xie Zechuan was anxious. Lan'er was still weak. What would he do if he saw something irritating there?

"No! I want to see it for myself!"

Zhou Tinglan kept coughing and insisted on going with him to take a look.

Xie Zechuan half embraced her: "Lan'er, what you need most now is to take care of yourself. When you get better, I will definitely take you to see him!"

"Are you sure?" Zhou Tinglan paused, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Sure, when have I ever lied to you."

After comforting Zhou Tinglan, Xie Zechuan asked the spy to go out and wait for a while.

He replaced the tea in the teapot with hot water and carefully wrapped Zhou Tinglan in a blanket.

Xie Zechuan looked at Zhou Tinglan with tender eyes and kissed her on the lips.

"Lan'er, have a good rest. I'll be back soon. I'll ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine for you. Drink it. I'm sure I'll be able to take you to see Xiao Ruo soon."

Zhou Tinglan nodded and closed her eyes. She wanted to get better soon. Xiao Ruo was still waiting for her to see him.

**

The moment Xie Zechuan turned around, his expression instantly turned cold. He walked out the door and asked, "Where is the coffin now?"

"I have already transported Mr. Xiao's coffin to the nearby charity cemetery." The spy answered fearfully, thinking that the master must be extremely angry.

"lead the way!"

Xie Zechuan raised his foot and walked in front. The scout reacted and hurriedly followed to lead Xie Zechuan.

Arriving at the charity cemetery, Xie Zechuan saw Xiao Ruo's coffin with inscriptions on it. The scratches were very deep, and the large characters were carved right in the middle of the coffin, neatly arranged in a row.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to look any further: "Go and order a new coffin, go quickly!"

Xie Zechuan sat beside him, looking at the scratched coffin with a complicated expression. He seemed to see Xiao Ruo lying inside through the coffin, and murmured, "No one will disturb you this time, so sleep peacefully."

The secret agent quickly went to a nearby funeral shop to buy a new coffin, and several people carefully placed Xiao Ruo's broken body into the new coffin.

After cleaning up, Xie Zechuan's eyes were sharp as he ordered the secret agent: "Send someone to watch here all day before reburial. Make sure no outsiders approach!"

"Yes, sir, we will definitely keep an eye on it." The spy responded, and then they arranged their own duty roster and took turns guarding the charity cemetery.

After leaving the charity cemetery, Xie Zechuan did not return to the inn directly, but went to a well-known medical clinic in the capital.

He told the doctor about Zhou Tinglan's recent recurring high fever and severe stimulation.

The doctor frowned immediately and looked at Xie Zechuan with dissatisfaction, as if Xie Zechuan was some kind of evil person.

Xie Zechuan felt a chill down his spine as he was stared at. He was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "Doctor, I'm here to prescribe some medicine for my... well, my wife. She's still very weak."

He shouldn't have gone to the wrong clinic, right?

When he lived in Shangjing City before, he heard his mother mention this clinic, saying that the doctors in the clinic were good. Otherwise, he would not have made a special detour to come to this clinic to find the doctor to prescribe medicine for Lan'er.

Could it be...

Xie Zechuan had a guess. Could it be that... he had been deceived by his mother? If so, when he returned, he would definitely ask his mother about it.

As for why I didn't ask my father, it was naturally because... the old man had no principles. What my mother said was always right. If it was not right, it must be because he didn't hear it clearly.

The doctor snorted coldly, which immediately brought Xie Zechuan back to his senses. He looked up at the doctor across the table.

"You sick people just don't know how to take care of yourselves. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it on time. If you still don't take care of yourself, I can't cure this disease!"

The old man slammed the table and said, "Did you hear that? Although the patient didn't come today, I can imagine how bad his condition is."

Xie Zechuan was so frightened that he nodded vigorously, looking rather timid: "Doctor, don't worry, I will definitely tell her to rest well and take her medicine well."

"That's good to know."

Xie Zechuan breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the clinic carrying the prescribed medicine. The doctor's gaze on him just now was too fierce, and he was really a little scared.

He silently decided to change to another clinic next time. The doctor was so fierce, it was okay to scare him, but what if he scared Lan'er?

On the way back to the inn, Xie Zechuan felt a little uneasy and looked in the direction of the inn.

Did something happen to Lan'er?

Thinking of this, Xie Zechuan couldn't help but quicken his pace and jog down the street.

Dark clouds rolled in, blocking out large swathes of sunlight in the capital city. Seeing this, pedestrians on the street hurried home and lowered the curtains on their windows.

Zhou Tinglan fell into a deep sleep and when he woke up he found that Xie Zechuan had not returned yet.

Her throat was so dry after waking up that she frowned uncomfortably. Zhou Tinglan slowly got out of bed, holding the edge of the bed, and wanted to pour a glass of water to moisten her throat.

Because of lying in bed for a long time and having a high fever, Zhou Tinglan felt her legs a little weak and numb. She walked slowly to the table and just picked up the teapot to pour water.

Boom boom boom——

Someone knocked on the door of the wing room. Zhou Tinglan turned his head to stare at the door panel and slowly moved over.

Just as she was about to open the door, she suddenly stopped and a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

wrong!

When Xie Zechuan comes back, he usually comes in directly without knocking. Only spies would knock on the door.

Besides, since Xie Zechuan had left, they would not bother her privately, and they had already told the inn's waiters not to come looking for them.

Just as she was wondering, the curtain fell and broke into two pieces in an instant. A black-clad assassin rushed into the room with a sharp long knife in his hand.

The blade reflected Zhou Tinglan's frightened face. She stepped back and her back rested against the cold door panel. However, when she thought of the assassin outside the door, a chill suddenly came over her heart.

She won't die here today, right?

The assassin in the wing room admired Zhou Tinglan's expression with satisfaction. He said in a sinister voice, "Miss Zhou, don't be afraid. I will move my hands faster so that you won't feel too much pain."

The beauty's head is about to be cut off like this, and the blood splattering on her delicate skin must be extremely beautiful.

The assassin thought to himself and felt his mouth was a little dry. He licked his lips, as if he had already seen the beauty being peeled off inch by inch. The blood in his body boiled and his eyes were fixed on Zhou Tinglan.

Zhou Tinglan watched the assassin approach her step by step, with no way to retreat.

If she stayed in the room, she would only face death. She had to escape first!

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and finally made a decision.

He suddenly turned around and opened the door. A knife flashed in front of him. Zhou Tinglan's body swayed and he sank due to his fast movement. He barely avoided Fu Chang's attack outside the door.

Zhou Tinglan stumbled forward, her body hitting the wooden railing in the corridor of the inn. Her knuckles turned white as she grabbed the wooden railing, gasping for breath and continued to run forward.

The noise upstairs alarmed the waiter, and when he rushed over, he saw Zhou Tinglan desperately running forward and dodging.

His legs were so weak that he stood there, not daring to move. He trembled and said, "My dear guests, what are you doing? There are other guests in the inn."

Fu Chang pushed the waiter down, his eyes vicious: "Go away, can't you see we are doing something? If you dare to delay the adults' business, I will be the first to take action!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The waiter fell to the ground and answered blankly.

Most of the people staying in the inn hid in their rooms out of fear, but a few ran out of the inn to find soldiers to rescue them.

Fu Chang looked at Zhou Tinglan in front of him, slowed down his pace, and said leisurely: "Miss Zhou, you can't outrun us in your current state. Be obedient and you will suffer less."

Zhou Tinglan's strength was now exhausted. After running such a long distance, his already weak body was breathing rapidly. The sweat on his forehead slid down the side of his face to his chin and dripped onto the ground.

She thought desperately, Xie Zechuan, why don’t you come back? If you don’t come back, you will not only let Xiao Ruo go, but also me. It’s a give-one-get-one-free situation!

Fu Chang laughed heartily, his laughter echoing throughout the inn: "Miss Zhou, that's right!"

Just at this moment, a voice interrupted Fuchang's laughter, and the three of them looked in the direction of the voice.

"In the capital, you actually dared to kill people in broad daylight!"