Chapter 60
Regardless, they had made an agreement and could be considered allies. Abandoning an ally was something Mu Yulu couldn't do.
Although Sanzhou Jinse was thin, he was very tall, and because he practiced swordsmanship for many years, Mu Yulu could feel his solid muscles even through his clothes.
Carrying him on your back to escape is like carrying a weight.
Sanzhou Jinse struggled to stay awake, but he was completely exhausted. He could only weakly lean on Mu Yulu's back and say, "Put me down...walk by yourself..."
As Mu Yulu staggered through the alley, panting, she replied, "Don't talk, save your energy."
"In the stories, martial arts masters like you can regulate your breathing and temporarily suppress the poison after being poisoned, right?"
Instead of trying to persuade me to put you down, you should try to suppress the poison so that neither of us will die.
She said this partly to encourage herself and ease the tension, because if she continued running like this, she would break down mentally before she even ran out of energy.
On the other hand, she really wanted to live. She had already decided to live and die with him, so she begged him to give up the idea of letting her leave alone and to think about how to suppress the poison, which was the most important thing right now.
At this moment, she was essentially betting her life on him.
The footsteps of pursuers were gradually rising behind them. Although these alleys were winding and dense like a spider web, making it difficult for ordinary people to find someone hiding inside, the stench of blood on Sanzhou Jinse was simply too strong. The night wind carried it so intensely that it could even drift outside the alleys.
When Mu Yulu was a child, she crawled through dog holes to play in these alleys, so she was very familiar with the terrain and could play hide-and-seek with the pursuers with Sanzhou Jinse.
But this is not a long-term solution.
If this continues, they will be surrounded by a constant stream of pursuers, and sooner or later she will have nowhere to escape and will be trapped in the alley and stabbed to death.
Worse still, instead of suppressing the toxins in her body, Sanzhou Violet Seeds appeared to be in even more pain.
The cold blood seeped down his clothes onto Mu Yulu's shoulder. She gritted her teeth again and led him into an abandoned courtyard.
There was a dry well in the courtyard, and she planned to hide him there. But before hiding him in the well, she had to find a way to cover up the smell of blood on him.
She placed the three-state violet on the well, then grabbed some mud from the ground and smeared it on him.
Fortunately, it rained last night, so the soil is still relatively moist.
“This well isn’t very deep. As long as you can suppress the poison for now, you’ll be able to jump out.” She instructed him while smearing mud on his body, “After you get out, don’t look for me. Run immediately towards the outskirts of the capital. There might still be a chance of survival.”
San Zhou Jinse is now in a more disheveled state than ever before. Her once spotless clothes are now covered in bloodstains and smeared with dirty mud by Mu Yulu.
But there was nothing she could do about it. Mu Yulu didn't miss any spot. She held his long, slender, fair hands, gritted her teeth, and smeared some gray mud on them as well.
After doing all this, she looked around, moved some weeds from the abandoned backyard, and placed them next to the dry well.
"After I throw you in, I'll cover the well with these dry grasses to buy some time." She squatted down and said to Sanzhou Jinse, "Find a way to suppress the poison and then leave here immediately. This is our only chance."
After saying that, she raised her hand and removed the mask from his face.
Despite having mentally prepared herself, Mu Yulu still gasped the moment she took off her mask.
What an absolutely stunning face!
Beneath the狰狞 mask, the face was as white as freshly covered snow in the depths of winter, exuding a chill and fragility born from severe injury and blood loss.
His beauty is not superficial, but rather a beauty of exceptional bone structure. His features are distinct yet not harsh. The lines of his jawline and nose are elegantly perfect, giving him a delicate and gentle feminine appearance.
Caught off guard when Mu Yulu removed his mask, his first reaction was to turn his face away in evasion, his eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a faint shadow like raven feathers.
Mu Yulu was stunned. She thought inappropriately that without the mask, he had lost even the last trace of "humanity." His whole being was like a meticulously painted traditional Chinese painting unfolding before her eyes.
She was so beautiful that she couldn't describe it in words.
He truly resembled a tree of delicate flowers, and the wounds on his body only accentuated his fragile beauty, like a tree battered by wind and rain.
The chaotic footsteps in the alley finally brought her back to her senses from this stunning beauty. She hurriedly smeared some mud on his face, almost reaching it, but finally gave up.
Even Mu Yulu couldn't bring herself to smear mud on such a stunning face.
Sanzhou Jinse took a deep breath. It seemed like he had been mentally preparing himself for a long time before he finally turned his head slightly. Just as he was about to say something to Mu Yulu, he was thrown into the well before he could even speak.
There were also many weeds in the dry well, so being thrown in didn't hurt much. He leaned against the well wall and looked up, then saw more weeds being thrown down, hitting him squarely.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Yulu's head emerged from the well. She looked down by the moonlight, said with satisfaction that she hadn't hurt her face when she fell, and then disappeared from the well.
Sanzhou Jinse: "..."
Mu Yulu busied herself outside the well, cleaning up the bloodstains around the well opening and covering them with withered grass. Then, she grabbed Sanzhou Jinse's bronze mask with one hand, picked up his sword with the other, and turned to rush out of the abandoned courtyard.
The mask was used to lure the pursuers, and the sword was used to commit suicide.
After leaving the courtyard, she ran desperately in the opposite direction, throwing down the mask she was holding two or three alleys away from the courtyard.
She knew the pursuers would catch up quickly once they saw the mask, and this was all the time she could buy for San Zhou Jinse.
The sword in her hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the hilt was sticky with sweat from her palms.
When it really came down to life and death, she was actually still afraid.
But despite her fears, she would never regret her decision once she had made it.
So what if it's death? It's much more painless to commit suicide by sword than to hang yourself with a white silk ribbon. And dying to repay a debt of gratitude is much more valuable than dying to pursue a man you can't have.
She has no regrets.
The footsteps behind her grew louder and closer, and she was almost out of strength. Her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't run anymore.
She started having inappropriate wild thoughts again. If she was lucky enough to survive this time, she would definitely exercise hard in the future, run fifty laps around the No. 1 Tower in the World every day, and go hiking once a month. She would train herself to the point that she could run ten kilometers without getting out of breath.
Her mind was now filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, and now that the pursuers had actually caught up with her, she was no longer as afraid as before.
She stopped, panting, and felt a sense of relief.
Before the pursuers could ask her anything, she stood with her hands on her hips, panting, and said, "You don't need to ask me where I hid him. I won't tell you. Also, he will soon recover his inner strength. I advise you not to continue looking for him. If he finds out I'm dead, he will definitely kill you all."
After saying that, she immediately raised her hand, placed the sword against her neck, and with a determined heart, slashed downwards with all her might—
However, the expected excruciating pain did not come from her neck. Before the blade even touched her skin, her hand was grasped by another cold and large hand.
She turned around in surprise.
It is Sanzhou Jinse.
A dried bloodstain remained on the corner of his lips, and his body was covered in mud that Mu Yulu had just smeared on him. If this were anyone else, they would certainly look extremely disheveled, but the mud and bloodstains on Sanzhou Jinse's body could not conceal his stunningly beautiful face at all.
He stood in the moonlight, and his whole being seemed to be glowing.
Mu Yulu was stunned again.
Sanzhou Jinse leaned down slightly, his cool lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, "Focus on the enemy."
Mu Yulu nodded.
Then it dawned on her: What do you mean, "focus on fighting the enemy"? Who's focusing on fighting the enemy? Me?!
His palm covered the back of her hand that held the sword, with an undeniable control, instantly stabilizing her slightly trembling fingertips.
The next second, he led her to swing the sharp sword in his hand.
The sword, which was originally an inanimate object in her hand, seemed to be infused with a soul at this moment. The tip of the sword hummed and, under her guidance, drew a clear and smooth arc of light.
The longsword precisely deflected the two blades that slashed from the side, then gracefully slashed backward, instantly cutting the throats of the two pursuers.
Sanzhou Jinse's figure moved accordingly, his blood-stained pink clothes fluttering in the wind, making him look even more like a flowering tree in the courtyard.
He lightly touched the damp mud with his toes, and with her in tow, they danced through the air like swirling snowflakes, skillfully dodging the slashes of their pursuers. The sword's momentum continued; with a flick of his wrist, the blade slid into the gaps in their weapons, and with a swift stroke, blood spurted out.
His method of killing was cruel; he didn't kill them with a single blow, but deliberately slit their throats to bleed them out, making them suffer the pain of bleeding to death.
Mu Yulu had never seen such a scene before. She was so nervous that she wanted to close her eyes, but then she heard Sanzhou Jinse ask behind her, "Were they the ones who forced you to draw your sword and commit suicide?"
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people around him to hear.
Mu Yulu was stunned for a moment, and the pursuers around her were also shocked.
Who forced her to draw her sword and commit suicide?
They had just caught up with her and hadn't even had a chance to ask her a single question when she started babbling on and on, then raised her sword to commit suicide.
Nobody forced her!
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