Lu Yun finally fell down unwillingly.

The young man drew his sword and saw Lu Sanlang sitting down, leaning against the rocks. The young man's ears moved, and he heard a woman's voice calling from the mountain in a daze: "Lu Yun! Lu Yun——"

The sound was still far away, still echoing in the mountains. The young man heard the sound and put his ear to the ground, and he heard the arrival of the southern army.

The young man judged that the rescue from the South Country had come, so he immediately gave up the fight. He killed Lu Yun with one sword, and seeing that Lu Sanlang's breathing was weak and there was no chance of survival, he turned around and left without fighting. With his agile and swift movements, he jumped into the thick fog, and his back could no longer be seen.

But Lu Erlang, like a wandering soul, suddenly raised his head and looked around.

He knew that he was just a spectator, a wandering soul, and that no one else could hear or see him. But he ran through the thick fog, and vaguely heard his own and Luo Lingyu's shouts.

The girl stumbled into the room, choking and shouting: "Lu Yun, Lu Yun, where are you——"

Lu Erlang Lu Xian, who was like a wandering soul: "Cousin! Cousin! Come with me, my third brother is here! I know where he is——"

However, he could not find anyone in the thick fog. He began to regret his identity as a scholar. It would be great if he was a martial arts expert, a world-famous knight.

Unfortunately, he just returned to Lu Yun with a pale face.

He couldn't send a request for help, his eyes were red, and he accompanied his third brother through the last stage of his life. He saw how he suffered, how he wrote that blood letter, how he held the purse and looked at it over and over again.

…

The period before death is the most difficult.

The blood in his body was drained out, his breathing became increasingly slow, and it seemed as if his heart had been sucked out. Lu Xian saw such pain in his own brother.

After that stage, the man's face became peaceful again. He could no longer feel the pain in his body, and his soul had been torn away from his body. Life was like a revolving lantern, vague, and he thought of many things in the past.

Luo Lingyu's cries were getting closer and closer: "Lu Yun, Lu Yun!"

Accompanied by Lu Erlang, the young man had already closed his eyes. He sighed softly for the last time: "Lingyu..."

Lu Saburo's face tilted upwards vaguely.

I wonder if he heard the call of his beloved.

But it was too late.

…

Lu Erlang was deep in his dream, breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. The rain in the alley became heavier. The oil truck did not leave the alley, but was stuck in the alley with other cars. The maid and the servant held an umbrella and went to communicate with the driver who was stuck in front to see who would withdraw first so that the cars could leave one by one.

Lu Erlang fell asleep, but his wife Luo Yunhuan did not close the window. She leaned on the window, her eyes bright and dark, watching another conflict at the end of the alley.

There, Zi Han, who was leaning against the wall, was stopped by the car of the Northern Kingdom envoys. The car stopped, and the northerners in the car came out with umbrellas, calling their servants to beat the expressionless young man. Seeing that the other party was dressed in ordinary clothes, they treated him as an ordinary refugee.

Nearby, this person in the Northern Kingdom's envoys group was acting out this drama seriously: In his plan, Yue Zihan was the concubine of General Yue, a famous general in the Northern Kingdom. In order to return to his family, Yue Zihan should accomplish this great thing for the Northern Kingdom, so that he could be recognized by General Yue. At the moment, the refugee that Yue Zihan pretended to be just needed to be beaten up by him. Everyone watching thought that there was a conflict between the Northern Kingdom's envoys group and this refugee, and they didn't think much about it.

At this time, the war situation between the North and the South was getting worse and worse. The Northern envoys might not be able to stay in Jianye. This was a rare opportunity, which was to hand over the order to Yue Zihan while the dispute was going on.

However, the Northern Kingdom envoys punched and kicked, and the young man named Yue Zihan frowned, his eyes suddenly raised, and he raised his hands to block the attack. At the same time, he pushed the man's abdomen with his backhand, slapped him lightly, and knocked him back with a scream, but the young man himself dodged very agilely. Yue Zihan was already a martial arts expert, and these ordinary thugs from the Northern Kingdom envoys were no match for him. In a few seconds, a large number of people around Yue Zihan fell down.

The envoy who got off the car was furious. Seeing the heavy rain pouring down, Yue Zihan was so uncooperative. The envoy gritted his teeth and said, "It's just acting, are you crazy?!"

Yue Zihan: "Someone is watching us."

The Northern envoy's shoulders immediately trembled, and he turned back sensitively. He thought that the rainy night was blurry, but when he turned back, he actually saw a little girl lying on the window of the Lu family's car, with the lights flickering, staring at them without blinking.

The Northern Kingdom envoy suddenly became nervous: "Why are you looking at me, kid from the Lu family? Didn't you join the Chen family? Why are the Lu family also staring at you? Could it be that the Lu family already knows your identities?"

The Northern Kingdom's envoy immediately changed his plan to send Yue Zihan to the border. He looked stiffly at the little girl lying by the car window and said, "Why is she looking at me? It's bad. You should stop showing up. You refugees should behave yourself recently and don't act rashly. You should hide deeper..."

Over there, the Lu family finally discussed with others the order of exiting the alley. The maid returned to the car and whispered to her cousin Luo Yunhuan. Luo Yunhuan said "Oh", asked the maid to come over and whisper something. A little while later, when the Northern envoy was still arguing with Yue Zihan, the maid came over with an umbrella, bowed to the Northern envoy in a dignified manner, and turned to the young man with a smile. The maid looked at the young man with curiosity: "Our lady is kind-hearted. Seeing that the young man was caught in the rain, she asked me to bring the umbrella to you."

She looked at the Northern Kingdom envoy and pretended to be surprised: "Could this young man have offended the envoy?"

The people from the Lu family are actually paying attention to Yue Zihan!

The last bit of doubt that the Northern envoy had was also swept away, and he quickly laughed and said it was a "misunderstanding." He immediately stopped pretending to be a vicious person who bullied the young man, and climbed into the car with a nimble body, giving up this idea. The car of the Northern envoy group backed out of the alley and left first.

At the wall at the entrance of the alley, the young man looked down at the oil-paper umbrella that was handed to him. He did not hold the umbrella, but held it in his arms and rushed into the heavy rain. The Lu family's car drove out of the alley. Luo Yunhuan in the car suddenly widened her eyes and saw the young man squeeze through the gap between the car and the wall, with rain pouring on his shoulders and face. He held the umbrella in his arms and glanced at her as he walked past.