Xiao Zimo chose the right time. The killers were caught off guard and inhaled a lot of poison powder. Even if some of them reacted quickly and held their breath immediately, the fate would be doomed if they inhaled just a little bit.
The killer who was hit first fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his whole body twitching. Soon his eyes opened, his legs kicked, and he died.
The purpose of this poison powder is not to cause great pain to the poisoned person. It focuses on rapid onset, easy volatility, and rapid absorption.
The killers who inhaled too much fell to the ground one after another. The killers who remained conscious wanted to control Bei Yutang or Xiao Zimo and force them to take out the poison. Unfortunately, as soon as they used their internal energy, they found that the poison took effect immediately.
There were killers lying on the ground around Bei Yutang and Xiao Zimo, all of them foaming at the mouth.
Seeing that they had solved the problem, An Ye didn't rush over to help and started killing them one by one.
Seeing the situation was not good, the assassin leader decisively ordered a retreat, and soon a group of people quickly fled. An Ye did not chase them, and Bei Yutang had no interest in chasing them either.
After the killer left, Xiao Zimo ran to the carriage to find the hemostatic medicine, "Mom, stop the bleeding."
Bei Yutang covered the wound on his abdomen and walked towards the coachman Zhang.
Xiao Zimo said to Bei Yutang, "I can save him."
Bei Yutang squatted down and examined the driver Zhang's injuries, knowing that there was no chance of his survival. The sword had directly pierced his spleen and stomach, damaging his core.
Xiao Zimo said with a choked voice, "Mother, go stop the bleeding. I can save Uncle Zhang, he won't die."
Bei Yutang could hear the self-blame and guilt in his tone.
She wanted to say something, but when she met Xiao Zimo's persistent gaze, she immediately gave up and let him apply bottle after bottle of high-quality medicine to him.
Driver Zhang could feel his life slipping away. He looked at little Mo'er's strong little face, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried his best to hold them back. He had no regrets about saving the child.
Coachman Zhang reached out and touched Xiao Zimo's face, a smile on his lips, "Kid, it's useless. Don't bother with me."
"I can do it. Uncle Zhang, you won't die." Xiao Zimo's little hand holding the porcelain bottle trembled slightly, and his teeth bit his lips lightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
Bei Yutang stepped forward and held Xiao Zimo's hand, "Mo'er."
She just called out, and that call was like piercing the demons in his heart. He could no longer control his sobs, "Mother."
Bei Yutang hugged him tightly. Little Zimo, who had calmly confronted the killers before, was gone. Now there were only young children.
Driver Zhang wanted to comfort him, but he no longer had the energy to do so.
Bei Yutang saw that he had something to say, "Uncle Zhang, what do you want to say?"
When Xiao Zimo heard the voice, he stopped crying and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
Zhang the rickshaw driver panted heavily and said with difficulty, "I have a daughter in Linzhou Prefecture. Her name is Daya. She was sold to Mr. Qian's family. Please help me redeem her."
As the driver Zhang said this, he took out a bag of silver from his pocket.
Bei Yutang took his outstretched hand and said solemnly, "Uncle Zhang, don't worry. I will definitely find her, redeem her, and take care of her."
When driver Zhang heard Bei Yutang's promise, he closed his eyes with peace of mind.
"Uncle Zhang." Tears fell from Xiao Zimo's eyes.
An Ye stood aside and watched calmly.
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