Zhu Zan shook off Si Feng's hand and strode towards the soldiers who were holding the crowd to maintain order. "What happened?" he shouted.

The soldiers suddenly heard the approaching inquiring voices and became nervous. When they saw that the person coming was Zhu Zan, they relaxed. But then they remembered that Lu Yunqi was standing in the scene, and their expressions suddenly became even more nervous.

We can't let anything happen at this time.

"My Lord, please stay for a moment." They shouted hurriedly.

Zhu Zan shrugged and stopped.

"I was just seeing if I could help," he said.

Can you help me? I'll be thankful if you don't cause more trouble, a general said to himself, while he turned to Zhu Zan and asked for his help.

"No, no, it's okay." He whispered, "Thank you, Master."

Zhu Zan curled his lips.

"Is Mr. Huang injured?" he asked, "Do you really not need help?"

The general stepped forward and lowered his voice.

"It is because Master Huang was injured that you should stay away, Your Highness," he said in a low voice.

It is known to many people that Mr. Huang is dissatisfied with Duke Cheng.

"I'm not a thief, why should I avoid it?" he said, but still walked towards the place where the horses were parked nearby.

Seeing him turn around and leave, the generals and Zhang Baotang, the Four Phoenixes who were chasing him in the distance, all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Zan stood in front of a horse. The horse was strong and handsome, standing there obediently, snorting.

"The horses these days are pretty good, not those skinny, long-haired ones from the past," he said.

Although it is inappropriate to talk about horses at this time, it is better than talking about Mr. Huang.

The general smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Supervisor Mu is finally generous to us..." he said.

As soon as he said this, Zhu Zan raised his hand and touched the horse's back.

Seeing this action, Si Feng, who was walking over, suddenly got alert.

not good!

He subconsciously opened his mouth to shout, but it was still a step too late. He only heard a horse neighing, and saw the black horse, which had been standing quietly and docilely, suddenly raised its hooves and leaped up with its head and tail waving. Then it landed a few steps away, neighing and rushing straight towards Mr. Huang.

Suddenly, screams broke out in the street.

Miss Jun, who was walking towards Mr. Huang with some determination, stopped subconsciously. Before she could see clearly, she was hugged by Liu'er and dragged backwards.

"Danger!" Liu'er screamed.

With a scream, the black horse pushed aside the soldiers surrounding the place and rushed in.

The scattered members of the Huang family fell down like rice grains in the wind.

When faced with a frightened horse, the first instinct is to run away.

Mr. Huang was supported by his servants and thrown to the side. The black horse leaped past them dangerously, shaking its head, wagging its tail, and dropping its hooves with a neigh.

Because the Huang family servants suddenly dispersed, Lord Tang, who had been standing at the back of the group, now stood at the front. It was unknown whether he was frightened or shocked, but he stood there motionless, watching the approaching black horse.

The black horse leaps up, the black horse raises its hooves, and the black horse falls down.

His eyes followed the rise and fall of the black horse, and then he saw that the black horse's hooves happened to land on Little Huang who was lying on the ground.

His vision froze for a moment, and everything in front of him seemed to go into slow motion. The noisy screams in his ears also disappeared.

He saw the hoof land on Little Huang, who was stepped on and bent like a shrimp, then rolled over on the ground and fell down again. The dagger that pierced through the palm and stabbed into the throat, leaving only the head, hit the ground.

A click.

The dagger finally went a little deeper.

This one point determines life.

Mr. Huang's head shook, and then he remained motionless.

At the same time, there was a sizzling sound, and blood splashed. Lord Tang was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his face and body again. He could no longer hold back and let out a distorted scream, and fell to his knees on the ground.

There was also a plop sound from the other side, and the black horse that had trampled over Mr. Huang fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

A tall figure was covered in dust and blood. He had his back to the crowd, holding a curved knife in his hand, and a severed horse head rolled under his feet.

This scene is weird and scary.

Until he raised the knife in his hand and let out a scream like a frightened girl.

"It's terrifying." He shouted loudly, "It's terrifying, it's terrible, it's terrible."

It's so scary.

It's really terrible.

It all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

It happened so fast that no one could react to what happened.

Miss Jun felt her heart beating like a drum. Everything in front of her eyes was a little blurry, and her ears were noisy. It seemed that she could not hear anything. However, she heard crying and shouting, and saw people running and rolling on the ground.

"Master!"

"Someone come quickly!"

"Old lady!"

"My master is dead!"

Miss Jun's gaze was focused.

Dead.

She saw Little Huang lying on the ground through the chaotic crowd.

She didn't need to look over to know that Mr. Huang couldn't stand the slightest bump, let alone falling to the ground like this.

The dagger had definitely killed him.

"Is he dead?"

Amid the noise, a weak female voice came from the ground.

Miss Jun turned around and saw the girl who was tilting her head to look over there.

Her face was full of anticipation.

"Is he dead?" she asked again, as if she wanted to crawl over to take a look.

"He's dead." Miss Jun said.

The girl looked up at her, flames burning in her eyes.

"I said he was dead, and he was dead." Miss Jun whispered again, "I am Jun Jiuling, you believe me."

The girl looked at her and suddenly burst into laughter, but she no longer had the strength to laugh out loud. As she laughed, tears began to flow and she banged her head on the ground.

Miss Jun looked at her.

"Can I help you?" she whispered.

The girl looked at her, seemingly not understanding.

Miss Jun looked at her, hooked her foot, and stepped on a knife that was dropped by an unknown servant when she was dodging the startled horse.

She stepped hard on the handle of the knife, and the handle curled up, shining in the sunlight.

The girl looked at her, then looked at the knife raised in front of her, and suddenly smiled.

Mr. Huang is already dead, and the Huang family will definitely not let her off easily and will definitely make her life a living hell.

Revenge has been taken, wish has been fulfilled, it is a great blessing to be able to die with a clear conscience and pain-free.

"Thank you," she said.

She seemed to want to say something more, moved her lips but finally said nothing, closed her eyes, stretched her neck and lunged forward.

Miss Jun didn't say anything else. She raised her head and looked to the side, her feet seeming to stagger.

With a plop, the hem of her skirt and shoes were splashed with blood.

The blood was hot, burning on the soles of the feet like fire.