Chapter 13 Incident
Rushing into the fire, Jin Tang ran to Lan Xiurong's side and hurriedly cut the belt that was tied around her waist.
Cui Fufeng protected Qiandeng, lest the people hiding in the shadows come out and harm Qiandeng: "Mingjiu, you protect the county lady and retreat first. I will try to bring one or two people out alive."
After all, they still had many questions that needed to be answered by these bandits—about how they were expelled from their ancestors' army, about who their benefactor was, about the well they were searching for, and about whether there was someone behind the attack on the cold pond...
But now that the fire has started, if they die, there may never be an answer.
Inside the ruined temple, Jin Tang had already cut the ropes on Lan Xiurong's hands and feet. He breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her up and was about to rush out.
Lan Xiurong struggled, trying to get rid of his hand: "Save Brother Feng!"
The fire was already raging. Jin Tang was anxious and afraid. How could he save the soldier and bandit? He just rushed out with her.
Unexpectedly, Lan Xiurong became extremely ferocious, snatched the knife from his hand, and stabbed him hard in the leg.
Jin Tang felt a sharp pain in his thigh and fell to his knees on the ground involuntarily.
Lan Xiurong abandoned him and rushed towards Feng Yi with a knife, desperately cutting the clothes that bound his hands and feet. Fortunately, they had been hiding in the mountains for more than half a year, and the clothes used to bind him had long been tattered. Although the knife was not sharp, it was enough to cut through Feng Yi's restraints with a single effort.
The thin man and the one with no nose nearby quickly pleaded, "Brother Feng, sister-in-law, save us!"
Feng Yi leaned over to pull the clothes off their hands and feet, but they were too tightly wrapped and he couldn't untie them in a hurry. He then reached out to Lan Xirong and said, "Give me the knife!"
Just as Lan Xiurong was hesitating, she heard a creaking sound and a beam suddenly fell down, landing heavily not far from them.
She screamed, hugged Feng Yi's arm, and dragged him back: "Brother Feng, let's go quickly. What are we going to do in the future with these burdens?"
"They have been my brothers for more than ten years!" Feng Yi scolded, but when he turned around, he saw Cui Fufeng rushing in with a dagger in his hand. The firelight reflected on the tip of his knife, shining brightly and dazzlingly, which immediately reminded him of what happened by the cold pond that day.
Now he had no time to care about his companions. He and Lan Xiurong immediately ran out of the ruined temple in a hurry.
Cui Fufeng didn't care about them, and ran towards the Jintang with a dagger in hand.
It turned out that when the large beam collapsed, it was pressing down on Jintang, who was sitting on the ground due to a leg injury. Fortunately, he rolled over hastily and narrowly avoided the beam, but the hem of his robe was pressed by the beam and he couldn't pull it out.
Seeing the thick smoke coming in front of him, he was pressing the wound on his leg in despair when Cui Fufeng rushed to him. With a flash of the knife in his hand, he quickly cut off the hem of his clothes, then grabbed his shoulders and dragged him out.
Just as they stepped out of the ruined temple, the sound of falling tiles and breaking wooden rafters rang out. The cries of the soldiers and bandits in the temple suddenly rang out, then suddenly stopped and were swallowed up by the collapsed temple.
Cui Fufeng and Jin Tang rushed to the flat ground in front of them. The two of them rolled around in a panic and escaped from the fire.
Qiandeng went forward to check on Jintang's injuries and saw that his undershirt was soaked with blood from his legs. Cui Fufeng immediately tore off the hem of his undershirt and bandaged his legs tightly to stop the bleeding.
She turned her head to look at Lan Xirong and Feng Yi behind her. The two had barely escaped from the fire. Now that they had calmed down from the shock, she took two steps back in front of them, turned around and ran into the jungle behind them.
"Stop!" Seeing that the remaining soldiers and bandits had no chance of survival, Qian Deng would not let Feng Yi, the last person who knew about the situation, escape. He immediately chased after them with Ming Jiu, "You must give an explanation to the Jin family and the government!"
No one walked through the remote forest, and the vines and weeds made the forest dark. They were not familiar with the mountains and forests here, so how could they catch up with the soldiers and bandits who had been there for many months? In a blink of an eye, they had lost sight of the people in front of them.
Seeing that he was surrounded by a deep forest, Qiandeng became alert, stopped, and signaled Mingjiu to go back with him.
Ming Jiu was familiar with the wilderness and hills, and was not sure about such a deep and dark place. The two of them retreated from the forest together, preparing to meet with the soldiers outside as Ling Tianshui said, and then search the mountain thoroughly.
Unexpectedly, just as they were retreating, they heard a rustling sound behind them.
Mingjiu looked back and saw a piece of royal blue clothes fluttering behind the tree. Who else could it be but Lan Xiurong?
"Don't run!" Seeing that the person was so close that he could catch up with him in just two quick steps, Ming Jiu rushed over without thinking.
Qian Deng raised his hand to pull him, feeling anxious: "Don't go, come back!"
However, the eagle ran too fast and it was too late for her to stop it. She only heard a loud scream of "Ah" and then the sound of it rolling down.
It turned out that there was a steep slope behind the tree. He didn't know the terrain and fell down.
After a short cry, the forest returned to its original dead silence. Qiandeng didn't dare to be careless. With his right hand, he secretly clasped the bracelet on his left wrist and approached the cliff edge step by step.
Sure enough, just as she approached the cliff, she heard a sudden sound of wind in her ears, and Feng Yi, who was hiding behind a tree, pounced on her, trying to subdue her.
Qian Deng, who had been prepared, quickly drew out the sharp blade from her armlet, spun around and stabbed him.
The sharp blade immediately pierced his palm and came out from his wrist. The blood and his screams echoed throughout the mountains and forests.
Qian Deng did not hesitate. While pulling back his right hand, he had already pulled out the Hundred Refined Blade hidden in the arm ring on his right wrist with his left hand and stabbed it towards his lower abdomen.
Ling Tianshui had told her that once the abdominal organs were damaged, although one would not die suddenly, the whole body would spasm and feel severe pain, and the person would immediately become exhausted and unable to resist.
Unfortunately, just as her sharp blade was about to pierce Feng Yi, Lan Xiurong rushed out from behind the tree and knocked her to the side.
There was a steep slope next to them. At the critical moment, Qiandeng turned around and dodged, staggering to stop himself, and did not let himself roll down like a hawk.
However, just as she stepped on the grass to steady her body, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her foot. A row of sharp objects had pierced her boots.
She hugged the tree trunk next to her, barely able to steady herself. She looked up and saw Lan Xiurong had helped Feng Yi up. The two of them fled into the forest and disappeared without a trace.
Without caring about them, Qiandeng endured the pain and clenched the sharp blade in his hand, then leaned over to look at his feet.
There was a bamboo trap under the tree, and the sharp tip of the bamboo had already pierced her boot.
I think this was set up by soldiers and bandits here to catch birds and beasts for food. It just so happened that Lan Xiurong lured her here so that she could escape.
The boots she wore were made of lambskin, thin and soft, and were immediately pierced by the sharpened bamboo. Blood oozed from her feet and dripped onto the grass.
Qiandeng gritted her teeth, leaned over, and inserted the Hundred Refined Blade into the trap, trying to pry it open. But her body was shaking with pain, and the angle she bent at made it impossible to exert any strength. She tried several times but to no avail.
Hearing the sound of light footsteps in the forest, she thought it was Lan Xiurong coming back. She leaned against the tree with pain and looked vigilantly towards the source of the sound.
A tall and stern figure appeared in the mountains and forests. The thin sunlight shone through the gaps between the treetops, covering his body like golden threads, making him look like a miracle that fell from the sky.
Qian Deng breathed a sigh of relief, a warm feeling welling up in his chest: "Ling Tianshui..."
As if it was God's arrangement, every time she was in danger or needed help, he would always appear in time to help her resolve all her tension and anxiety.
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