A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 223: Corpses Lit the Ground

"Stop the bleeding! Yuzhu, hurry! Help Yutuan to the stable. The medicine is in the cart. We have to stop the bleeding for Yutuan!" Zhi Yihe covered his bleeding arm and put the package on his back.

Tingzhu was still crying in Aban's arms. Zhiyihe didn't bother to comfort her and shouted to Aban, "Don't stay here! Let's ride away!"

They walked out of the room. The inn lobby was in a mess. The two dilapidated wooden doors that had been knocked open were wide open. With the light from the oil lamp that had been overturned on the ground but was still burning weakly, she saw—

Corpses! Corpses everywhere!

They lay in a disorderly manner on the cold ground, their postures twisted and stiff, dark red blood flowing and spreading freely on the floor, forming disgusting, sticky lakes that reflected a strange luster in the weak light.

She recognized the young guard who had tried to stop the assassin. He lay facedown on the threshold, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the dark rooftop. Blood was slowly seeping from a horrific hole in his chest. Another guard lay crouched at the corner of the stairs, the body of an assassin, also clad in black, beneath him. They had clearly met their end together. In the corner, huddled the gaunt figure of the innkeeper, a dagger lodged in his back, his face frozen in the utter terror of death.

On the stairs, the old servant's hunched, aged body leaned against the railing, motionless, his head drooping limply. Acheng lay collapsed not far away, a dark red pool beneath him.

Guards, assassins, shopkeepers... everyone, every living thing that could breathe, seemed to have been slaughtered!

Zhi Yihe's stomach churned, and a strong urge to vomit rose in her throat. Intense grief, fear, and an endless chill instantly overwhelmed her.

At this moment, a deadly crossbow arrow shot towards her from downstairs. It was like a very faint shadow flashed by, and its sight was firmly fixed on these few people who had escaped the net.

Zhi Yihe's whole body was trembling! Without even stopping to look at Ah Cheng, she bent down and led a few people downstairs.

Relying on the direction of the inn's kitchen that she remembered, she pushed open a wooden door, and was hit by cold wind and raindrops! In front of her was a muddy courtyard, and in the corner was a simple stable!

"Hiss, hiss—" The horses neighed restlessly from the stable. Zhi Yihe rushed over recklessly, instantly drenched in the rain. She spotted her own, still-robust bay horse, tied in the corner. She frantically tried to untie the reins, but the cold rain and the intense pain made her fingers stiff and unresponsive, the knot seemingly tied in a knot!

"I'll do it!" Yuzhu rushed to the front of the horse and untied the stubborn knot in a few strokes.

"Get in!" Yuzhu lifted Yutuan onto the horse's back. Yutuan struggled to climb up, using all her strength. The chestnut horse, irritated by the smell of blood and the tense atmosphere, stamped its hooves repeatedly.

At this moment, the cold, silent presence, like a death wreath, approached again! In the shadows of the stable entrance, a tall, dark figure slowly emerged. Rainwater flowed down his tightly bound nightgown as he approached them step by step.

A flash of despair flashed across Aban's eyes, then turned into a frenzy of total destruction. He suddenly grabbed a pitchfork from the ground, used to fork grass, and with his last bit of strength, he roared and rushed towards the black shadow! This was a completely suicidal attack!

"Brother! Don't!" Tingzhu screamed miserably.

The shadow's movements were incredibly fast. The iron fork flew out of his hand, and Ah Ban's body fell backward, landing heavily in the mud. He was silent. Blood quickly spread in the rain.

"Brother! Brother!" Tingzhu roared and ran towards Aban, but was held tightly by Yuzhu and Zhiyihe.

A sharp arrow flew out of the car window and hit the black figure's calf.

After Yu Tuan shot an arrow, he immediately lost consciousness.

Seeing that Tingzhu was still struggling, Yuzhu shouted in a deep voice, "I'm sorry!" Then he braked hard and hit Tingzhu's head against the car frame.

They quickly pushed Tingzhu and Zhiyihe onto the cart, and saw the black shadow pull out the arrow and come towards them again.

"Yuzhu! Get in the car!" Zhi Yihe stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Don't be afraid, girl. I'll be back soon!" Yuzhu swung the whip and hit the horse's buttocks hard.

"Jade Pillar!" Without waiting for Zhiyi to react, the chestnut horse neighed loudly, dragging the heavy carriage with it as it rushed out of the endless dark rain curtain! The moment the carriage rushed out, several dark shadows chased out from the inn's door and the second-floor window. The cold crossbow arrows grazed the carriage wall and drilled deep into the mud!

Zhi Yihe held the reins tightly. The frightened horse went crazy and ran away recklessly, rushing out of the inn and rampaging in the muddy wilderness. The branches crackled and hit the walls of the carriage, leaving deep marks.