Chapter 144 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck 19

Lu Chuan suddenly raised his head.

Shen Gaoyang, who was to his right, was already furious and about to stand up: "Damn you! Let him go!"

Then he was shot in the thigh by a soldier standing nearby.

Zhao Wenhong on the left only changed her expression slightly, but the foreigner noticed it precisely and couldn't help but laugh: "This little Lizhou is really full of hidden talents. Not only is there a general personally guarding it, but even our poison master who poisoned His Majesty the Emperor is willing to become an ordinary doctor for someone else's wife."

After the foreigner finished speaking, he fired a shot at the man's lame calf.

Zhao Wenhong let out a muffled groan.

"Let me see what makes this Mrs. Lu so charming," the foreigner said, clipping his gun to his wrist and crouching down as if to pinch the man's chin.

The change happened in an instant.

A bullet grazed Xie Rong's neck and struck the foreigner's hand precisely.

"who?!"

The surrounding soldiers immediately surrounded the commander, holding guns and scanning left and right warily.

The foreigner, clutching his bleeding hand, looked around with a grim expression. Before he could find any trace of the sniper, a silent infrared beam was aimed at his forehead.

Bang--!

Even though the foreigner was quick enough to grab a nearby soldier to block him, the person in the shadows reacted even faster, and the bullet curved to the side and pierced one of his eyes.

"It's a trap! Protect the commander!" the foreign soldier sounded the alarm.

Even though the surrounding soldiers raised their shields, the foreign commander, who was heavily protected in the middle, still saw a thin red line reflected off the shield and land on his other eye.

"Let him go! Let him go right now!" After saying that, the red thread disappeared, and the foreigner fainted.

The seriously injured and unconscious foreign commander was carried away on a stretcher.

The foreigners won a great victory in this battle and were eager to enter the city to enjoy the fruits of their victory. No one would have thought that in Lizhou City, which was already out of ammunition and food, there would still be someone who was not afraid of death and ambushed there alone.

Lu Chuan and the others were taken away, but no one dared to step forward to arrest Xie Rong.

Anyone who dared to approach without authorization was not as lucky as their commander; they were all shot dead.

In the main courtyard of the Lu residence, the foreigners occupied the house to recuperate from their injuries.

"Commander, your men are searching the city as quickly as possible, but have not yet found any suspicious persons."

The foreigner pondered, "Lizhou's supplies have long been exhausted, and the people hiding in the shadows won't have any spare bullets either. He hasn't made a move in the past few days, except when I approached that Mrs. Lu..."

He chuckled as he said this, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "There are quite a few lovestruck fools in Lizhou. We'll just leave this Mrs. Lu alone... By the way, where is he?"

"They ran away in the chaos and hid in the city," the soldier said.

The foreigner picked up a photograph he had somehow found, squinted with his remaining eye, and scrutinized the person in the photo with a sinister expression: "A canary kept at home can't amount to anything. It's a pity that such a wonderful person can't be enjoyed by us."

He remained wary of the sniper who hadn't shown up, but Lizhou was only so big; they would eventually catch him.

"Keep searching. If you find any suspicious persons, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

"yes!"

...

The door of the small restaurant had long been broken down by foreign soldiers, and the autumn wind carried a strong smell of blood through the hall.

Inside the woodshed, the pile of firewood formed a hidden hole.

Xie Rong sat in the corner with his legs bent. The man squatted in front of him, lifted up his trouser leg, and applied medicine to his scraped knee.

The man's hands were very steady; even the medicine he was holding didn't shake at all. He truly had the hand of a sniper.

"Not bad marksmanship," Xie Rong said, toying with a sniper rifle he had snatched from the man, the muzzle pressed against the man's throat. "Does the Lu family's butler need to practice his marksmanship?"

"You flatter me, Madam," Zhao Tongguang said calmly, his face still expressionless. "Compared to your courage, it's nothing."

"I've already disguised myself, who knew I'd get caught as soon as I left the port?" Xie Rong glared at him.

Zhao Tongguang looked up at him.

He seemed completely unaware that no matter how he disguised himself, he was far more conspicuous than ordinary people.

Neither Lu Chuan nor Zhao Tongguang had considered that their wives, who already disliked them, would disembark and return, but they still prepared for the worst.

That is to have Zhao Tongguang lie in ambush at the port, and in case of any accident, his priority should be protecting Xie Rong.

That day, Xie Rong was captured by a group of soldiers. Killing one soldier would not have any deterrent effect; only by sniping that Xiu Mu Qing Jun could Xie Rong leave.

"Why stay?" Zhao Tongguang asked. "Why not get on the ship and leave?"

[Yes, why don't you leave, host? Since the mission is unfinished anyway, and both your protagonist and villain identities are nullified, you're still happy to stay in this world with me.]

Xie Rong coldly replied, "Do I need to inform you of what I want to do?"

Zhao Tongguang fell silent and lowered his eyes to apply the medicine to him.

After applying the medicine, Xie Rong said, "I want to take a shower."

Where could we get hot water at this time? If we used firewood to heat it, the foreigners would definitely notice.

But this lady in front of me, ever since she married into the Lu family, has lived a life of luxury, with seven or eight servants attending to her every day when she takes a bath. Now that there isn't even hot water, she's probably going to be angry.

Zhao Tongguang pulled down his trouser leg, turned around, and left the woodshed.

Xie Rong leaned against the woodpile, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was still dark, and his stomach was already growling.

The woodshed was pitch black. Xie Rong curled up on the pile of firewood, feeling as if he had returned to the time when his meridians were completely destroyed. At that time, his room was also pitch black, and he could not see anything because he had lost his cultivation.

Xie Rong turned her head and buried it in her arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.

He hated it so much... He hated it so much... He hated it so much!

He shouldn't have saved that child! Why did he even try?! Everyone should die! Die!

"Xie Rong? Xie Rong!"

A hot, rough hand supported the back of his neck and shook his body.

Xie Rong blinked slowly. Under the dim oil lamp, his eyes looked like a pair of heterochromatic glass beads, cracked and shattering at the slightest touch.

"Are you feeling unwell? Or is your wife upset because I came home too late?" Zhao Tongguang asked him.

Xie Rong leaned back slightly, her soft neck resting against the man's palm. "I'm hungry."

Zhao Tongguang pulled a steaming hot pancake from his pocket. "Please make do with this today, Madam."

Xie Rong took big bites, wolfing down her food, her cheeks puffing out, and mumbled a question: "Where's my hot water?"

Zhao Tongguang placed a thermos in front of him, saying, "After the foreigners entered the city, they forbade the people from using open flames. This is all the hot water Lizhou has."

"Oh," Xie Rong said.

Zhao Tongguang said calmly, "Tomorrow at noon, Kuchiki Ao-jun will execute Lu Chuan by firing squad as a warning to the public."