Chapter 186: Temporary Relief of the Crisis
"Misunderstanding? The familiar soldier tried to kill Lord Ji again and again. Was Sima Guo's eyes blinded by the poisonous fog?" Jinluo flicked her finger lightly.
Sima Guo's legs went weak and he almost knelt down to Chenluo, "Miss Luo, please spare my life, please spare my life, Miss Luo."
General Qiu's face turned ashen, and the veins on his hand holding the sword bulged. "Witch, stop talking nonsense. If you dare to say another word of nonsense, today will be the day you die!" He stared at Jinluo's half-smiling face, then glanced at Sima Guo who was almost paralyzed with fear, and weighed the pros and cons in his mind quickly.
This evil woman used poison cunningly, and Pan He's martial arts were unfathomable. A head-on fight might not gain him the upper hand, but would instead confirm his guilt of being "deserving of death".
But if we stop here, once Ji Zhongqin comes up...
He glanced at the already opened entrance from the corner of his eye. The poisonous fog seemed to be rising slowly, and Deng Wenyan's shouting could be heard faintly from below.
They must not be allowed to come up.
Just as General Qiu's eyes hardened, and he was about to order the arrows to be fired regardless of the consequences, even if it meant accidentally injuring Sima Guo, he would still seal the cave entrance—
"puff!"
There was a very slight, dull sound as a sharp blade entered the flesh.
General Qiu's entire body trembled violently, his movements suddenly freezing. He looked down in disbelief and saw the bloody tip of a knife protruding from his chest.
The severe pain came over me like a tidal wave a moment later.
He turned his head slowly and with difficulty, and saw the pale but resolute face of one of his personal soldiers.
"You...?!" General Qiu opened his mouth and blood immediately gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
The guard suddenly drew out his short blade and kicked General Qiu in the waist, knocking him forward while shouting, "General Qiu is trying to silence the witnesses and frame Lord Ji! We were acting on orders and were unaware of the situation. We have captured him and killed him! Save Lord Ji!"
The sudden change shocked everyone.
General Qiu's personal soldiers were stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.
Pan He's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Why don't you retreat!" His voice was like a loud bell, making the ears of the soldiers holding bows buzz, and they subconsciously took a few steps back.
Jinluo reacted extremely quickly and immediately joined in, her voice clear and resonant throughout the room, "The ringleader has been executed! Are you still stubbornly refusing to repent and committing the same crime as him?!"
Sima Guo collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He rolled and crawled, "Yes, yes, yes! The main culprit has been executed... The main culprit has been executed! Quick, hurry and save Master Ji! Quick!"
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
After General Qiu died, the soldiers who had originally obeyed his orders were suddenly leaderless. Seeing Pan He's astonishing power and Jinluo's unpredictable poison skills, they dared not attack again. They put down their bows and arrows and retreated to the side.
The personal soldier who had attacked dropped his short blade, knelt on one knee, and spoke quickly to Pan He, "I am Han Ju, and I have long admired Lord Ji's reputation. I cannot bear to see this loyal and good man suffer injustice. I will report all the evidence of General Qiu's crimes later."
Pan He looked at Han Ju deeply. The most urgent thing was to save people.
"A Luo." Qin Luo nodded slightly, swung the white silk in her hand, swept the troublesome Guo Sima aside, and stared at the retreating soldiers vigilantly just in case.
"Wenqing, quickly bring Master Ji up."
The people below heard the sudden changes and shouts from above clearly, and knowing that the crisis was temporarily resolved, they quickened their speed and tried their best to climb up.
As soon as Ji Zhongqin showed up, Pan He immediately reached out and pulled him up.
Ji Zhongqin's official robe was torn, his face covered in smoke and dust. His eyes were red from the irritation of the poisonous fog, and he couldn't stop coughing, but his eyes were still clear and sharp. The first thing he did when he came up was not to check himself, but to turn around immediately, "Quick! Pull everyone up! Lord Deng, the poisonous fog below..."
"Don't worry, sir. I have temporarily sealed the mouth and nose of the poisonous corpse with kerosene mixed with wet mud, slowing down the spewing of poisonous mist," Deng Wenyan was the last one to jump out of the cave and replied hurriedly. He was also in a miserable state.
"But this won't last long." Deng Wenyan looked at Pan He for help.
Pan He nodded at him and looked at Jinluo.
Jinluo narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Don't worry, Wenqing, Master's Wife is here. It's just a little poison."
Deng Wenyan widened his eyes.
Pan He choked on his own saliva and couldn't help coughing.
The unconscious yamen runner and the dead Nan San were dragged up. Li Baisong, who had evacuated the people, immediately ordered the yamen runners who were not affected by the poison powder to come forward to provide assistance and quickly carry the injured to a ventilated place.
Jinluo gave Pan He an ambiguous look and flew into the cave.
Ji Zhongqin calmly looked around, finally settling on General Qiu's body. He took a deep breath, suppressing the itchy pain in his throat. His voice was hoarse but filled with unquestionable majesty, "Sima Guo!"
"I, your humble servant is here!" Sima Guo came over crawling.
"Immediately have your men take over the defense of this area, evacuate the civilians, and send for the doctor. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sima Guo no longer dared to disobey at this moment.
Ji Zhongqin looked at Han Ju again, his eyes like lightning, "You..."
Han Ju kowtowed and said, "I, Han Ju, am willing to redeem myself from my crime and present the evidence that General Qiu colluded with the bandits and created the poison disaster to frame Lord Deng."
Ji Zhongqin pondered for a moment, then said to Changquan, "Keep an eye on him. I'll handle everything later."
Changquan swallowed the sweet taste in his throat and said, "Yes."
After making all these arrangements, Ji Zhongqin turned to Pan He and bowed solemnly, "Mr. Pan, I have heard of your great name for a long time. Thank you so much..."
Before he could finish his words, Pan He interrupted him, "Master Ji, let's exchange some polite greetings later. You've also been poisoned. Rest for a while. I'll help you with the detoxification when A'Luo comes up."
Ji Zhongqin stopped trying to be tough and sat down, his heart still heavy.
The conspiracy behind this disaster shows that the water in Guangyi County is terrifyingly deep. Hualou and even General Qiu may just be pawns on the surface, or even abandoned pieces pushed out to die.
The real storm has just begun.
At the entrance of the cave, the poisonous fog seemed to be suppressed, the speed of its surge slowed down significantly, and the color became slightly lighter.
Then there were several slight explosions in the cave, and a strange fragrance came out. The remaining poisonous fog dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pan He stared at the cave entrance until he saw Jicama leap out lightly, her skirt fluttering in the wind, spotless and holding a few strangely colored herbs in her hands that she had just picked from the cracks in the rocks at the bottom of the cave. Only then did he let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
"Done." Jinluo clapped her hands, as if she had just done something insignificant. She walked over to Ji Zhongqin and handed him a green pill. "Clear the lungs and detoxify. Hold it in your mouth."
Ji Zhongqin took it without hesitation and put it in his mouth. A cool feeling instantly spread, and the burning and spicy feeling in his throat was immediately relieved. Even his dizzy mind became much clearer. He couldn't help but look at Jinluo deeply, "Thank you, Miss Luo."
"You're welcome. Ji Qingtian is a rare treasure. It would be a pity if he died." Jinluo said lightly, turning back to check on Nan San and the two unconscious yamen runners. With swift acupuncture and medication, the two runners soon regained consciousness, groaning.
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