"Big Brother, why don't we set up an ambush in the woods they must pass through tomorrow, instead of temporarily attacking them in the inn where there are so many people and eyes?"
On the roof of the restaurant opposite the Yunlai Inn, a masked man in gray looked puzzledly at the man next to him who was wearing a black robe, wavy hair, and a snake mark on his left eyebrow.
“Hehehe…”
"Guizhong, if you can think of it, others can think of it too."
The curly-haired man smiled wickedly. In the dead of night, the dim light from the street lanterns made his pale, bloodless face appear even more eerie. This man was none other than Gui Cangwu, the senior disciple of the Ghost Sect of the Rakshasa Clan.
At midnight, with a gesture made by Gui Cangwu, a group of gray-clothed and masked men rushed out from all directions. They used their lightness skills to jump onto the roof nimbly, and then flew over the eaves and walls, heading towards the Yunlai Inn opposite.
"Alluring~"
"Shh~"
In Room 2 of the Yunlai Inn, Hua Qingcheng, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes when she noticed some movement on the roof. Just as Situ Ye was about to warn her to be careful, Hua Qingcheng had already pressed her fingers against his lips.
The two of them immediately got up from the bed and quickly put on their outer clothes. When Situ Ye hid behind the door with his unsheathed sword, Hua Qingcheng also tied a hidden arrow on her left forearm and hid in the corner with a tranquilizer gun in her right hand.
Next door, Han Yichen, who was sleeping in his clothes, also drew his soft sword hidden under the bed after hearing the noise outside. Looking at Si Chengfeng, who was still very elegant even in his sleep, Han Yichen poked his face with a finger to wake him up.
"Si Huli, there's an assassin. Stay in the room and don't run around. I'll go out and take a look."
After Han Yichen finished speaking, he slipped out and came to the outside of Hua Qingcheng's room. He knocked on the door rhythmically a few times. Situ Ye behind the door immediately opened the door and let him in. The two of them did not say a word in tacit understanding. After closing the door again, Han Yichen flew to the beam and waited quietly for the arrival of monsters and demons.
A moment later, a gray figure arrived at the door of Room 2, poked a hole in the window paper with his finger, and inserted a small bamboo tube filled with smoke through the hole. However, before he could blow the smoke into the room, he fell to the ground with a thud.
"You little brat! Playing these tricks in front of your grandfather is like lighting a lamp in a toilet—you're courting death!"
As soon as he noticed the actions of the people outside, Han Yichen immediately sealed the mouth of the smoke bamboo tube with wax and flew back to the beam.
Hua Qingcheng, who was hiding in the corner, curled her lips slightly when she saw this. Her husbands were all very capable and didn't give her a chance to show off. Hua Qingcheng generously gave Han Yichen a big thumbs-up gesture from a distance.
"waste!"
Seeing that the person who had set off the smokescreen hadn't responded, the second masked man in gray swooped down from the roof and came to the door to check. Upon seeing his companion lying on the ground, the masked man in gray suppressed his shock. After blowing a whistle, a dozen Ghost Sect disciples dressed in the same attire as him jumped down.
With a "bang", the masked man in gray kicked open the door and came to the bed. However, when he swung his sword towards the bed, he missed. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.
“It’s so dirty!”
Han Yichen wiped the remaining blood on the soft sword onto the clothes of the man in gray with disgust.
"What are you all standing there for? Come on!" Two of his accomplices were killed in just a short while, and Onitsuka shouted angrily.
In the pitch-black room, the disciples of the Ghost Sect had excellent hearing and they all raised their swords and stabbed towards Han Yichen.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
What the Ghostly Sect disciples hadn't expected was that the expected white knife in, red knife out didn't happen. Instead, they fell to the ground one after another with a "dong dong dong". In just a moment, the first batch of Ghostly Sect disciples who came down to assassinate Hua Qingcheng had fallen to the ground, without a single one left.
"If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze!"
After Hua Qingcheng knocked down the gray-clothed masked man with a tranquilizer gun, Han Yichen narrowed his evil, charming, yet dangerous phoenix eyes, raised his sword, and slashed at each of the gray-clothed men lying on the ground. He even did not spare the gray-clothed man at the door who had been knocked unconscious by the smoke. He cut the carotid artery of all of them with a single sword, killing them instantly.
Situ Ye, who was lazily leaning against the wall behind the door, twitched his lips slightly. These two guys didn't even give him a chance to show his abilities!
"Aye, Achen, are you okay?" Hua Qingcheng came to Situ Ye and Han Yichen and asked with concern.
"Qingcheng, these are not ordinary assassins, but members of the Rakshasa Sect's Ghostly Sect."
Han Yichen's face looked very ugly.
In just a few days, Hua Qingcheng had already been ambushed by three waves of Rakshasa Sect assassins. First, the Jade Maiden Sect, then the Ghostly Sect. His young wife's identity as a princess hadn't even been confirmed, yet she had already attracted so many people who wanted to kill her. It seemed some were already impatient.
"Ghost Sect?" Hua Qingcheng's tone was slightly cold.
"Yeah. Just like the woman in white who assassinated you in the eastern suburbs of the capital, they are all members of the Rakshasa Sect, but they belong to different sects. It seems that there are probably many people who want to kill you behind the scenes." Han Yichen looked at the black figure standing beside him worriedly.
"If it's a blessing, it won't cause trouble. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided. Looks like I've got you in trouble again!"
In the darkness, Hua Qingcheng's eyes, as sharp as a vulture's, were as cold and bloody as if made of ice.
Previously, these assassins had injured Sanlang in the suburbs east of the city, and now they have come back again. Hua Qingcheng is determined to find out the person behind the scenes and repay him tenfold!
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