Chapter 682
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Ning Shu braved the stifling wind of the summer night and urged her horse to gallop down Wen Song Street. Xiahou Qing and the others followed closely behind. Rationally, he knew that he should comfort Ning Shu right now and have her calm down. He could not act on his emotions to prevent accidents. But he also knew that he could not persuade her at this moment. What he could do was to protect her and never leave her side.
A series of horse hooves clattered on the dead silent street, making a clattering sound. It was like knocking on people's hearts, making their hearts tighten and their hands and feet cold.
When they finally arrived at Tianshui Alley, the clattering of horse hooves finally stopped.
"Found it! There are traces of a fight here! "
Ning Shu was sweating profusely and stepped down from the horse. She did not even have time to throw down the horsewhip and trotted into the alley in the flickering light.
"Ji 'er, Ji' er! Did you hear my voice? It's my sister! I'm here, Ji 'er! " She shouted in the dark. Even her voice was hoarse, but she did not get any response. What she found was a broken carriage parked in the alley. The axle was broken, and it was covered with knife marks and blood.
She trembled uncontrollably. She opened her eyes wide and ran in the depths of the alley, crazily looking for proof that they were safe and sound. But there was nothing. She found nothing. What she found was only broken feathers deeply embedded in the wall. The broken wall was cut by the blade and fell to the ground. She also found the smell of blood everywhere.
In the end, she finally saw the figures she had been desperately searching for in the light of the crowd. However, they were stiff, lying on the ground in disarray. There was not a single sound. The sticky liquid that flowed out of their bodies attracted a swarm of summer night mosquitoes to surround them and feed on them, making ear-piercing buzzing sounds.
A sharp voice pierced through the top of her head, and there was a buzz inside. Ning Shu's face was completely drained of blood, and she walked over in a daze as if she was sleepwalking. In the pool of blood, she identified the familiar and unfamiliar faces one by one with difficulty.
Baishao, Nanny Zhang … Uncle Li … Hong Si …
It was so strange. The summer night was so hot and humid, but they were so cold that she could not feel any temperature. Ning Shu stretched out her twitching hands and closed their eyes one by one. Why was it like this? Clearly, a few hours ago, they were still laughing and chatting happily as they strolled through the East City Lantern Appreciation Festival. Clearly, not long ago, they were still smiling and joking with her. Ji 'er, that greedy little brat, had a round little belly, her mouth stained with sugar juice, and was still looking longingly at the candied plums in the shop next door. Why was this? Why?
In her dizzy vision, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.
"This is … Hui Mo! Hui Mo! "
Xiahou Qing's face turned cold. Ning Shu immediately got up and ran over. She almost tripped on the hem of her dress when she ran. Fortunately, Xiahou Qing caught her. She tore off the hem of her dress without thinking and ran to Hui Mo.
The little monkey, who was always clean, pure, and good-tempered, smiling at everyone, was now covered in rotten flesh. The merciless swords had left countless bloody holes all over his body, and each hole seemed to contain a spring, dyeing the blue clothes he always wore into a dazzling dark purple.
This was the child he brought up. In the past ten years, he had absorbed the strength of living from this child countless times. But now, this child was dead? When he smelled the smell of blood, Xiahou Qing's body shook and the blood on his lips faded. But when the tip of his ears moved slightly, he suddenly said, "Don't cry. He is still alive. Jiusi, protect his heart!"
Jiu Si and the others didn't even think about it. They immediately obeyed the order and lifted Hui Mo's weak body. They forcibly transferred all their internal strength into his heart meridian until Hui Mo, who was originally like a corpse, suddenly rolled his throat and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes finally opened slightly.
After recognizing the anxious faces in front of him, he first smiled and then pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, Miss … Ning … I didn't … protect … the second young master … I'm useless … I'm sorry …"
Ning Shu's eyes were full of tears. She half knelt in front of him and held him steadily, "What nonsense are you talking about? You silly child, don't talk anymore. It's not your fault, so don't apologize to me. Otherwise, I will be ashamed. Hui Mo, please hold on. You must hold on. "
Hui Mo squeezed out a crying smile and fainted.
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