As they exited the city gate and passed through a grove of poplar trees, they encountered several men beating a thin man who was running away with his head in his hands. The thin man had graying hair and was weak and powerless, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Lan Ya Mei's meddlesome nature resurfaced; she reined in her horse and shouted, "Stop!"
Seeing that it was a woman, the men scoffed. "What? You want to take the beating for this bastard? I advise you to mind your own business and eat more! Get lost!"
Lan Ya Mei couldn't stand seeing people ganging up on each other. If it were a one-on-one fight, she wouldn't bother. She wanted a quick and decisive victory, so she immediately untied a leather whip from her waist and lashed it out.
The whip is made of cowhide with small steel studs; it stings when it hits. This is a grassland handicraft I took from my spatial storage; I was fortunate enough to have previously studied whip-fighting techniques. Whipping while riding a horse is perfect for long-range attacks, and combined with solid fundamentals, it exudes an incredibly powerful aura.
Seeing that the other side had revealed their weapons, the group of fools also clenched their fists and surrounded them, without any fighting skills.
As a result, the first man who rushed over to grab the reins was whipped hard on the arm as soon as he got close, leaving a bloody welt and causing him to cry out in pain as he retreated.
Several defiant individuals scattered to the left and right, surrounding the horses and pouncing on them in an attempt to launch a sneak attack.
Lan Yamei, riding her horse, gripped its belly tightly with her legs and unleashed a series of whipping blows, knocking the three men who were charging at her to the ground, where they howled in pain.
Seeing that they couldn't gain any advantage, the group got up from the ground and quickly hid behind their leader.
The leader then realized they had encountered a female knight-errant. He bluffed and cursed at the thin man, "You're lucky, old man. Don't let us run into you again! If we do, we'll break your legs." After saying this, he and his brothers quickly slipped away.
Seeing that the trouble was resolved, Lan Yamei put away her whip and, without asking any questions about the other party, prepared to leave immediately.
When the thin man looked up, both of them were stunned.
"You..." Lan Yamei didn't know what to say for a moment. Wasn't this her accountant? How come his hair had turned white in just two days? If you didn't look closely, you would think he was an old man.
The accountant was in a terrible state and didn't know what to say for a moment. He knelt down on the ground with a thud, "Thank you, Manager Lan! Thank you..." He kowtowed with tears and snot streaming down his face, then lay on the ground and cried loudly, refusing to get up.
Lan Ya Mei couldn't be bothered with such a despicable person! After the incident at the store, this person disappeared without a trace.
Hua Yuhe was barely able to protect herself, and he was already a useless nail, so she didn't bother to argue and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, we'll meet again someday."
The man bravely stopped the horse, saying, "Manager Lan, Manager Lan, please save me, save me! I know something very important that we can exchange."
Lan Yamei didn't believe it. She had been wary of this person for a long time. How could he possibly have any useful information? She said impatiently, "Let's not try to build a relationship! I helped you simply because I didn't recognize you! If I had recognized you earlier, I would have left long ago."
Upon hearing this, the man hurriedly said, "Don't go! I know who killed Er Gou and his wife."
Lan Ya Mei immediately became interested! It was like a perfect opportunity; "You know?"
"I know! I know!" The accountant was now convinced that only Lan Yamei could save him. Seeing that she believed him, he made a condition: "As long as you save my life, I can help you lure him out."
"who is he?"
"A Japanese!" the accountant stammered. He had no way out now; the Japanese man was going to kill him anyway.
Lan Ya Mei stood there stunned. Wu Tongling was really alive! And he was indeed a Japanese!
"Where is he? How do you know it's him? Tell me quickly." Lan Yamei tried to remain calm, but looked around warily, fearing an ambush.
"He is..." Suddenly, a cold arrow pierced his back. Before the accountant could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.
The horse neighed in fright, and before Lan Ya Mei could recover, another arrow shot at her.
She quickly lay flat on her horse's back, dodging the arrow. Before she could even see where it came from, another arrow flew by. Using her horse's back as cover, Lan Yamei quickly released the stirrups and reins, spun low off the horse, and rolled into the low bushes by the roadside.
The person who shot the arrow immediately fell silent. Lan Yamei thought she had escaped a disaster and was about to go out to check if the accountant was still alive and if she could get any more information out of him.
But as soon as he showed his head, a cold arrow flew out, grazing his scalp. Luckily, he dodged quickly, and the arrow struck a small tree behind him.
Lan Yamei pinpointed the location of the arrow shot; it was behind a boulder about twenty meters away in the opposite woods. No wonder she hadn't noticed it.
He immediately took out a sniper rifle from his spatial storage and hid behind the bushes to search.
The attacker was very patient, taking almost five minutes to show himself, but it was certain that he was still there.
Lan Ya Mei took out a balloon with the image of Pigsy from her spatial storage, blew it up, and gently placed it on a bush. She then moved to a nearby bush and aimed at the boulder.
Sure enough, the man peeked out as soon as he heard the commotion, glanced around quickly, and then hid again. The moment he reappeared, a cold arrow flew over.
At that moment, Lan Yamei quickly locked onto the opponent's shoulder and fired a shot. The opponent cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
After quickly retrieving the sniper rifle and balloon from her spatial storage, Lan Yamei strode towards the back of the rock.
A masked man in black lay on the ground, clutching his shoulder. A bow and arrows lay scattered around him, and a quiver was still tied around his waist. When he saw someone approaching, he tried to run away in pain but couldn't get up.
No matter how powerful cold weapons are, they can't compare to a gun; a single bullet is enough to shatter surrounding bones. This kind of pain is something people in ancient times never experienced.
The once clear sky suddenly became overcast, and after two flashes of lightning, a torrential downpour began, soaking both of them to the bone.
Lan Yamei gripped the leather whip tightly. "Who sent you? Why did you kill him?"
"He must die today!" the man in black gritted his teeth. "I have completed my mission. Do with him as you please."
"You've got guts! Then let's see if your bones are harder or your mouth is harder."
The man in black tried to commit suicide, but Lan Yamei whipped the dagger away and then stabbed him in both thighs, avoiding the arteries. He fainted from the pain on the spot.
Unmasking him revealed a man with an unfamiliar face. Lan Yamei used his black mask to tie his feet and hung him upside down from the tree.
After all this was done, the thunderstorm slowly subsided, and the setting sun reappeared in the sky, accompanied by a rainbow.
Lan Yamei rushed to check on the accountant, but he was already dead. It was a pity that she couldn't find out where Wu Tongling was hiding.
It seems that the only way to find clues is to start with the man in black.
The city gates close promptly every night, making it difficult for those returning late to get back into the city. So, around dinnertime, many people who had gone out to run errands had to hurry back.
Before the man in black even woke up, the first wave of people setting up stalls at the ghost market had already set off.
The first person to see Lan Ya Mei was Granny Wang, who ran a mending business in the ghost market.
Granny Wang carried a basket on her back, which was full of needles, thread, scraps of cloth, a bamboo stool, and an oil lamp.
She hummed a tune, making soft, melodious sounds, and drew closer.
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