Ye Fan disguised himself as a ninja, destroyed the Tokugawa Ninja Camp, stabbed Masako Jingiya, set the camp on fire, and treated the other person in his own way, poisoning him and forcing the Blood Medicine Sect to retreat.
This means that before this afternoon, it will be difficult for the Blood Medicine Sect to organize an effective attack.
Tang Shi'er and the others, whose nerves had been tense all night, happily fell to the ground and fell asleep, taking a quick rest to regain their strength.
For the seven hundred people in the Blood Dragon Garden, living a little longer is the greatest luxury.
No one thought about breaking out of the siege, and no one thought about escaping. Tang Shi'er and the others knew in their hearts that the Blood Medicine Sect would not give them a chance to escape alive.
Even if Ye Fan kills or kidnaps Jing Gong Masako, the people of Yang country will not give them a way to survive.
Some shames are destined to last forever.
While Tang Shi'er and the others were resting, Ye Fan tried several times to break out of the encirclement, hoping to open a gap for Song Hongyan and the others to escape.
As a result, the checkpoints on the road were so tight that it was impossible to get out, and the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect discovered clues and surrounded him three times.
The last time, Ye Fan managed to avoid the patrol and hid in the forest. He wanted to use the forest to escape from the encirclement, but as soon as he entered, he turned around and ran away.
There are hundreds of thousands of people hiding in the mountains and forests, as well as dozens of big wolf dogs.
In the end, Ye Fan could only run back to Blood Dragon Park to meet Song Hongyan and the others.
He used the poisons seized in the ninja camp to arrange some weak spots in the city wall, and then told Yuan Yijian and the others to be careful on duty.
And he also ran back to the lounge to take a shower and eat to replenish his strength.
Eating two pineapple buns with a large bowl of ginseng soup, Ye Fan suddenly felt like he was alive again, and his whole body was warm and indescribably comfortable.
Just after finishing eating, Ye Fan saw Song Hongyan coming in with a tray.
On the tray, there is a large bowl of hot ramen, a few pieces of bacon and two eggs, and the aroma is full of it.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised: "Where did you get it?"
"Kitchen."
"You are stupid too!"
Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan a gentle look, then placed the ramen in front of Ye Fan, her voice indescribably soft:
"I know that Blood Dragon Garden has a medicinal material warehouse and that there is food, but why didn't I expect that there is a kitchen here?"
“How can there be no canteen for a royal treasure house with thousands of people?”
"I'm almost in good health. I slept for another day. In the morning, I took Granny Zhong and the others out for a walk."
"It turned out that there were three small canteens with all kinds of food, including Australian lobster, deep-sea caviar, and French foie gras."
"But I know you're not interested in those things right now, so I cooked you a bowl of ramen and fried two eggs."
"You can't disapprove of poor craftsmanship..."
The woman placed the ramen noodles in front of Ye Fan. The paleness on her pretty face had dissipated, and there was now a touch of ruddy color, as well as peace and tranquility.
She took away Mark's ginseng soup, sat across from him and smiled: "Try it while it's hot!"
"Haha, thank you Hongyan."
Ye Fan laughed loudly, picked up the chopsticks and started eating without any hesitation.
The aroma of the eggs, the tenacity of the ramen, the richness of the soup, and the gentleness of the woman in front of him, everything was just right, making Ye Fan temporarily forget about the evil fire.
This kind of peace is exactly what he wants in his heart. Unfortunately, this kind of happiness is getting farther and farther away from him and becoming less and less.
"By the way, where are Granny Zombie and the others?"
Seeing Song Hongyan holding her chin with one hand and watching herself eating noodles, Ye Fan felt a little embarrassed, so he asked Song Hongyan casually.
Song Hongyan smiled and said: "They are steaming steamed buns and steamed buns. Bai Ranmo hasn't had hot steamed buns for a long time, so I asked Granny Zang to steam some for her."
Ye Fan asked curiously: "Who is Bai Ranmo?"
"That's the little girl you saved. She was bought from abroad by the Blood Medicine Sect and used by Dr. Zhili for some research."
Song Hongyan explained to Ye Fan: "I have been living on nutrient solution these days, and I also take a lot of pills every day, so I am very hungry for hot steamed buns."
Ye Fan frowned slightly: "This laboratory is too bastard. Why do you need a little girl for your research?"
"I just asked about some basic information. After all, our chances of survival are too small, so we are not in the mood to ask too many questions."
Song Hongyan smiled: "If you are interested, I will ask you when she comes back later."
"Forget it, let's wait until we survive. By the way, Masako Jingmiya has found a helper."
Ye Fan also sighed when he heard this, and then changed the subject:
"An old man wearing mourning clothes, no, linen clothes, with a pale face, few eyebrows, a sunken nose, and very powerful skills."
"The aura on his body is eerie. At first glance, it feels like Bai Wuchang, the messenger of hell."
There was curiosity in Ye Fan's eyes: "Do you know who he is?"
"The old man in sackcloth?"
"The breath is gloomy, Bai Wuchang..."
Song Hongyan repeated the characteristics that Ye Fan mentioned, then narrowed her eyes slightly and said:
"If my estimate is correct, it should be Elder Ashang from Yang Kingdom who is here."
"He is the first elder of Tianshe and the first tombkeeper. He specializes in guarding the tombs of the royal family."
"Because he has been guarding the tomb all year round and has not seen the sun, not only is his body white, but he also looks younger than his actual age."
"He's almost ninety years old."
"His skills are indeed great. It seems that he was at the pinnacle of the Earth Realm twenty years ago. It is precisely because of this breakthrough that he has a high position in the Heavenly Society!"
"Now that twenty years have passed, I don't know if he has made a breakthrough."
Song Hongyan's mind turned quickly: "But the fact that he can bring you back alive means that he is not much better than you."
"What you said, people who don't know, would think that you really want me to die."
Ye Fan burst out laughing, and then took a sip of soup:
"His skills are indeed on par with mine, but this kind of strength is a huge suppression for us."
"Without an old guy like Aso escorting me, I can rely on my skills to cause trouble in the Blood Doctor Sect camp at night."
"It's so satisfying to poison, set fire to, and assassinate a few key members of the blood medicine sect."
"Even if you don't survive in the end, you can still be happy because you killed a few more people."
"Now that Aso and Umekawa Kuko are behaving like this, I won't be able to do many things."
There was a hint of regret on Mark's face, and then he took a bite of the egg, as if venting his anger towards Mr. Asaga.
"Don't worry, we are doing pretty well now."
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly and comforted Ye Fan: "Whether we die in battle or not, this time is enough for us to leave a name in history."
Ye Fan sighed: "I can only comfort myself like this."
"This is not self-comfort."
Song Hongyan gently held Ye Fan's hand: "But I am really happy. We are together in this most difficult moment."
She didn't tell Ye Fan that when she took Granny Zang and the others for a stroll in the morning, they not only found the canteen, but also found potassium cyanide.
When necessary, she would choose to end her life and not let herself become a drag on Ye Fan's survival.
"Maybe we still have a chance."
Ye Fan suddenly remembered the blood-stained note given by Xu Naiko: "Where is Laboratory No. 7?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Granny Zhong came in, followed by a little girl with a bowl of steamed buns in her hand. She immediately trembled when she heard Ye Fan talk about Laboratory No. 7.
"Snapped--"
The porcelain bowl shattered with a crisp sound, and the buns rolled around.
The little girl panicked and screamed:
"Brother, never go to Laboratory No. 7..."
