The surrounding laughter and cheers were instantly replaced by terrified screams. People scattered and fled in chaos. Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, his eyes sharp as a hawk, scanning his surroundings, trying to find traces of the attacker.
The arrow must have been poisoned; otherwise, the wound on his shoulder wouldn't have blurred his vision so quickly.
But at this moment, he was more worried about Zhu Sanniang's safety.
"You...you're injured!" Zhu Sanniang's voice trembled as she looked at Zhao Yi's bleeding shoulder, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety. With a "rip," she quickly tore a strip of cloth from her robe, deftly tied it around Zhao Yi's arm, tightened it, and then pressed a certain acupoint on his arm to slow the spread of the poison.
"I'm fine. You should leave here quickly and find a safe place to hide." Zhao Yiqiang tried to remain calm, pushing Zhu Sanniang towards a safe area, while he turned to face the unknown threat, his back view firm and resolute.
More shadowy figures surged in from all directions, surrounding the two.
The other party clearly did not intend to let them go easily.
Zhao Yi's eyesight was limited. Although he was holding a long sword that he had somehow taken from his opponent, he was like a headless fly, his attacks going in all directions but missing their mark.
"That damned emperor is blind! Everyone, charge!"
"Sheng'er—run away—" His hands flailed wildly, but Zhu Sanniang grabbed his arm tightly. "Listen, from now on, I am your eyes!"
Zhao Yi sensed the determination in her words and choked up as he said, "Okay."
Zhu Sanniang stood behind him without hesitation, back to back, facing the enemy together.
"There are enemies on the left!" Zhu Sanniang shouted loudly.
Upon hearing Zhu Sanniang's reminder, Zhao Yi quickly swung his sword to the left, blocking the enemy's attack.
"Behind you!" Zhu Sanniang reminded again.
Zhao Yi turned around and used his sword to block the enemy's attack.
"right!"
"left!"
Zhu Sanniang kept reminding Zhao Yi so that he could still deal with the enemy's attacks even with blurred vision.
Zhao Yi was filled with gratitude. He knew that without Zhu San Niang's help, he might have been killed by the enemy long ago.
"Sheng'er, thank you." Zhao Yi said in a low voice during a break in the fight.
"You're welcome, let's fight together!" Zhu Sanniang replied.
Two fists can't fight four hands, and the two quickly found themselves at a disadvantage. One of the assassins shouted, "You dog emperor, prepare to die!" His sword thrust towards Zhao Yi. Hearing the shout, Zhao Yi immediately turned around and blocked the assassin's attack with his own sword. However, due to distraction, the sword went astray. A "thud" sounded as a sharp weapon pierced flesh, but strangely, Zhao Yi felt no pain.
He reached out, his hand trembling, and felt for Zhu Sanniang's shoulder, then slowly moved downwards, finally stopping at her chest. There, he found a long sword piercing her slender body; bright red blood dripped from the tip of the sword, splashing up dust.
“Sheng… Sheng’er…” Zhao Yi’s voice trembled, his eyes filled with terror and sorrow. He tried to touch Zhu San Niang’s face, but when his hand reached into the air, it fell limply to the ground.
"Brother Yi... Brother Yi, we... we..." Her voice was barely audible, her breathing grew weaker and weaker, and then she gradually fell silent.
"Sheng'er—" Zhao Yi looked up at the sky and cried out in grief and indignation. His voice echoed in the night sky, filled with endless sorrow and despair.
In the dungeon, a man cried out, "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"
The cries of pitiful pleas for mercy rose and fell.
Shen Hanshan sat in the center, calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and coldly looked at Du Heng.
Du Heng gripped a whip with sharp barbs tightly in his hand. With a "whoosh," he yanked the whip out of the brine bucket, splashing water everywhere, and then lashed it hard against the wooden stake. "Tell me quickly, who is the person behind you?!" Du Heng shouted angrily.
However, the men in black just kept begging for mercy: "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!" They kept shouting these two sentences.
Shen Hanshan's eyes turned cold, and he commanded in a deep voice, "Draw the knife." His voice was filled with authority and ruthlessness.
Upon hearing the order, Su Mu immediately stepped forward, toying with an extremely thin knife in his hand. He walked unhurriedly to the man in black, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, "This knife of mine, Su Mu's, can cut iron like mud, sever a hair in an instant, and kill with a single stab..."
With that, he whirled around, pressed the knife against the skin of one of the men, and applied a slight pressure. A thin line of blood immediately appeared on the man's skin. "However, this knife isn't for killing. In my hands, I won't let a man die without a thousand cuts."
Immediately afterwards, a pattering sound, like rain, came from inside the house.
Du Heng put his finger under his nose and spat on the ground, "Hey, you spineless coward, you're scared to death already."
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