Chapter 68: Taking the Heads of Two Men
Ji Yunshu's footsteps didn't slow down in the slightest as she made her way from the bustling street to the quiet alleyway.
She was surrounded by towering buildings with red lanterns hanging at the corner of each house. Although the alleyway wasn't very lively, it had a different flavor to it.
After two more turns, she would arrive at the Ji Mansion.
Ji Yunshu quickened her pace in the freezing cold weather.
Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too quiet, but the sound of tiles shattering could be heard from behind her, all the way to both sides of her.
Ji Yunshu's footsteps gradually slowed down until she came to a stop. Her eyes swept over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.
Under the darkness of the night, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
However, based on her woman's intuition, she dared to conclude that there were definitely people on the rooftops on both sides.
Just as she was speculating in her heart, a long arrow suddenly pierced through the darkness. The white feather at the end of the arrow emitted a cold aura as it shot towards her like a shooting star.
In that instant, Ji Yunshu didn't have time to dodge. In her ink-like eyes, the sharp arrow was gradually getting closer and closer.
She had such a good life ahead of her. Was she going to die?
She was extremely unwilling.
But at this moment, she knew that unless there was a miracle, the arrow would pierce through her skin and hit her heart.
Who would have thought …
A large hand wrapped around her waist from behind and lifted her up. Her body was flung to the side, and in her eyes, she lost sight of the arrow that was about to shoot at her.
In the nick of time, Jing Rong caught the arrow with his bare hands.
He held Ji Yunshu's waist with one hand and held the arrow with the other. His gaze fell on the arrow with an unprecedented coldness.
He was angry!
The surroundings were still so quiet that it made people panic.
Ji Yunshu was still panting from the shock. Jing Rong moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, don't worry.
"Do you see that alley over there?"
Ji Yunshu looked over and saw that it was five meters away.
She nodded.
"I'll count to three. You run there as fast as you can, understand?"
She nodded.
"One, two, three, run."
Jing Rong let go of her waist. At the same time, Ji Yunshu ran into the alley with all her might. Suddenly, a dozen men in black jumped down from the originally quiet rooftop and stabbed at her with their swords.
There were even a few black-clothed men chasing after Ji Yunshu.
Jing Rong leaped up and landed a few kicks on the men's chests. Then, he blocked the exit of the alley.
"Who the hell are you?" Jing Rong fiercely asked.
More than a dozen black-clothed men surrounded the alley. Even though they were wearing black masks, one could still tell that they were coming with murderous intent from their ferocious brows.
The leader of the black-clothed men took two steps forward. "Orders from above to take the heads of the two men."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed man raised his sword again. Each strike was merciless, and each strike was fatal.
Jing Rong was not someone to be trifled with. His martial arts were superb. He snatched a sword and began to fight with the men in black.
Ji Yunshu was already in the middle of the alley. She was gasping for breath as she pressed on her heaving chest. She was extremely anxious as she looked at the scene of the fight outside.
Although Jing Rong didn't lose, she was still worried.
As the saying goes, two hands are no match for four fists!
More than ten men besieged him, and he still had to protect her. The situation became even more dangerous.
Apart from being worried, Ji Yunshu couldn't understand why the black-clothed men said that they wanted to 'take their heads to report back'.
When and where did she get involved in this case?
If these people were in cahoots with the men in black who tried to assassinate her at the memorial hall, it was reasonable to say that they should be trying to assassinate Jing Rong!
Why did he include her in his plans now?
Could it be that she was meddling in other people's business?
Ji Yunshu clenched the clothes in front of her chest and bit her lips. She leaned against the wall and looked outside.
The battle was fierce. Jing Rong's nimble body circled around the men in black. The sword in his hand had already stabbed several people to death. His sword was dripping with blood.
Suddenly, a man in black rushed out of Jing Rong's line of defense and rushed toward Ji Yunshu.
"Accept your death."
Ji Yunshu was flabbergasted. She retreated until her back hit a wall and couldn't move an inch.
She clenched the clothes in front of her chest.
When the sword was less than three centimeters away from her, Jing Rong used his foot to pick up a stone and kicked it toward the man's wrist.
The man in black felt pain and loosened his grip, causing his sword to fall to the ground.
Seeing this, Ji Yunshu immediately stretched out her hand and pressed on the joint of the man's shoulder. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground, holding his arm.
"Come here."
Jing Rong called out to her. He stood at the entrance of the alley and stretched out his hand.
She immediately ran towards him. Unknowingly, she placed her hand on his broad palm and allowed him to hold it tightly. Then, he brought her along as they ran.
The men in black were chasing them relentlessly.
The originally quiet winter night was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
Ji Yunshu was led by Jing Rong as they ran. She could only hear the wind whistling in her ears.
Unfortunately, Ji Yunshu couldn't run anymore.
"Your Highness, don't worry about me. You should leave quickly. I will implicate you."
Jing Rong's eagle-like eyes were filled with determination. He held her hand tightly.
"This Prince will never abandon you. Life is life, death is death!"
'Ah!'
Ji Yunshu was stunned. She felt as if her legs had become weightless. His words touched her to the point that she was in a complete mess. The sense of danger behind her seemed to have drifted away with the cold wind.
Even Ji Pei had never said such words to him before!
After running for more than twenty meters, the two of them were finally surrounded by the men in black.
Jing Rong shielded her behind him and looked at her. "Teacher Ji, are you afraid?"
"I'm afraid."
She didn't need to lie. Although she was used to seeing dead people, she was truly afraid of becoming one of those corpses.
What if the magistrate had a screw loose and called the coroner to dissect her? Wouldn't that be even more painful?
They were clearly surrounded by danger, but Jing Rong was amused by the word 'scared'.
He said, "Don't worry, even if you go to hell, you still have this prince to accompany you. Whether you want to admire flowers or drink wine, this prince will definitely accompany you."
Hey, hey, hey, you're thinking too much. When a person dies and descends to the King of Hell, they'll wear plain white clothes, walk to the Bridge of Helplessness, drink Granny Meng's soup, and when they close their eyes, they'll be reincarnated.
Appreciating flowers? Drinking wine?
What a beautiful dream!
Ji Yunshu stood behind him. One of her hands was held by Jing Rong, while the other was pulled by his wide sleeve.
He took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to admire flowers, and I don't want to drink wine either. If I really die, I hope that Luan 'er can burn a clean set of clothes for me. It would be best if there's a pair of shoes. Also, you must burn my sandalwood box for me, because the things inside are all my treasures. Don't burn banknotes for me either, because I'm worried that the underworld is too damp and the banknotes will rot. It would be best if you burn a box of gold, silver, and other treasures.
That's right, there's also … "This was the first time Jing Rong realized that Ji Yunshu had a lot of words.
Her eyes reddened as she talked to herself.
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