Shen Yichen and Chen Yuanyuan followed the footprints and blood stains on the snow to a small forest.
The two walked for a few minutes and reached the depths of the forest. There was silence except for the sound of the sea breeze blowing the branches. The faint moonlight was blocked by the trees. After Shen Yichen raised his hand to signal, the two slowed down and moved forward slowly.
After Chen Yuanyuan felt dizzy again, Shen Yichen immediately pressed Chen Yuanyuan to the ground.
A flying knife was stuck in the tree behind Chen Yuanyuan's position. Chen Yuanyuan was shocked and saved another life.
Chen Yuanyuan knew that Shen Yichen had used his backtracking ability again when he felt dizzy several times in times of danger.
Shen Yichen picked up the flying knife and swung it, letting out a scream secretly.
"Heh, I didn't expect him to be quite agile." said a subordinate with a scar across his face.
Six figures walked in the woods, but Fan Shuanghu was not there. Fan Shuanghu probably asked his men to cut off the retreat and delay time.
Shen Yichen and Chen Yuanyuan didn't intend to talk nonsense with them. They picked up weapons and it was a bloody battle.
Screams came and went in the woods. Shen Yichen seemed to be able to deal with these kalami with ease, but Chen Yuanyuan was not used to fighting in the dense woods and was scratched on the face by a branch.
After a round of fierce fighting, six of his men were killed or injured, but after a delay, Fan Shuanghu was completely gone, and even the traces of blood and footprints on the ground were messy.
Shen Yichen caught a seriously injured subordinate and held his chin with a dagger to interrogate Fan Shuanghu's whereabouts.
Unexpectedly, he was so tight-lipped and swore not to say a word before he hit the sharp blade and committed suicide.
After the six men were eliminated by the two, Chen Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Shen Yichen stood up, Chen Yuanyuan immediately pushed him away.
A flying knife slashed the back of Chen Yuanyuan's hand. Shen Yichen immediately followed the direction of the flying knife and caught a subordinate with a wounded shoulder.
"How dare you sneak attack from behind!" Shen Yichen angrily took out a dagger and prepared to kill him with one blow.
"Wait, stay alive, Fan Shuanghu's whereabouts have not been found out yet." Chen Yuanyuan pulled Shen Yichen and said.
Shen Yichen knocked out the injured Feidao subordinate with a blow of his hand, then took the hemp rope handed over by Chen Yuanyuan and tied him tightly.
"Let me take care of the wound first." Chen Yuanyuan said and disappeared from Shen Yichen's eyes.
Chen Yuanyuan did not dare to waste too much time and directly soaked the injured wrist in the spiritual spring. After about thirty seconds, the bone-deep wound stopped bleeding.
After taking a handful of spiritual spring water and wiping his face, he returned to the grove again.
"Let's go back to the temple first." Chen Yuanyuan said.
"Is your wound okay?" Shen Yichen picked up the tied men and asked with concern.
"Stop the bleeding. Let's take care of it slowly when we go back." Chen Yuanyuan said.
Although the spiritual spring water healed the trauma quickly, there was still pain on the back of the hand.
After the two of them walked back to the road, Chen Yuanyuan took out two battery cars from the space. After Shen Yichen placed the flying knife men across the pedals, the two of them drove back to the temple.
The unconscious man's knees and forehead scraped against the cement floor, and he was awakened by pain soon. Shen Yichen stopped the car, knocked him unconscious again, and continued driving.
Chen Yuanyuan looked at the shocking trail of blood on the road from behind, but she didn't expect Shen Yichen to be cruel enough.
Fortunately, the journey was not too far. After arriving near the temple, Chen Yuanyuan took the two motorcycles back into space. Feidao's men were still alive, but their faces were bruised and bruised.
Shen Yichen casually placed his hand outside the door of the temple hall, and then walked into the hall with Chen Yuanyuan.
"They are back!" The child named Xiaodou shouted as soon as he saw the two of them.
"Uncle Yichen, Sister Yuanyuan" Ye Ye cried loudly while holding the infant baby in her arms.
"Ye Ye, what's wrong?" Shen Yichen immediately stepped forward to check.
"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, he's dead," Ye Ye cried loudly.
Chen Yuanyuan immediately stepped forward to check. The white Xiaobao had her eyes tightly closed. She was still wearing the new clothes she had just donated, but her face was blue. Chen Yuanyuan reached out and touched her body and found that there was still a trace of warmth in her body.
Without saying a word, Chen Yuanyuan immediately ran out of the hall with the baby in her arms. Ye Ye was in disbelief and was about to follow, but Shen Yichen grabbed Ye Ye.
"It's okay. She can think of a way to save Xiaobao." Shen Yichen said.
Shen Yichen checked the children's wounds in the hall. Most of them were abrasions and some bruises from being tied up on their hands and feet. They did not hurt the muscles and bones, and the children were not seriously injured.
After Ye Ye calmed down, Shen Yichen asked about Xiaobao. It turned out that Xiaobao had been crying just now. Fan Shuanghu's men blocked Xiaobao's mouth with a piece of cloth and left him alone in the room.
At this time, Chen Yuanyuan had taken Xiaobao away for more than ten minutes. Everyone in the house was nervous and kept looking outside the door. Ye Ye was pacing back and forth in the hall.
Suddenly a cry of baby's hooves was heard outside the silent room, and Shen Yichen immediately knew in his heart that Chen Yuanyuan had saved Xiaobao.
In the eyes of everyone's joy, Chen Yuanyuan came in from outside the house holding Xiaobao.
"Rescued." Chen Yuanyuan took the baby back to Ye Ye's arms and sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief.
Just now, Chen Yuanyuan guessed that the baby was lacking oxygen or crying out of breath, so she immediately carried Xiaobao into the space, immediately took off the baby's clothes, held him and soaked him in the warm spiritual spring water, and then continued to massage him.
Shen Yichen saw that Chen Yuanyuan's lower body clothes and shoes were soaked, so he took off his coat and wrapped it around her.
Liu Xiao and Ye Ye were still in shock, but as they were the eldest among the children, they tried their best to comfort their younger siblings.
"You should take the little one back to your room to rest first. Aunt Yuanyuan and I will take care of this place and then come over to see you." Shen Yichen said.
After all the children returned to the house, the two went to inspect Master Xiangyun's body.
The weather was cold, and when Master Xiangyun was killed, the blood spraying around him had already solidified.
Chen Yuanyuan took out a wooden board. After Shen Yichen put the headless body of Master Xiangyun on it, Chen Yuanyuan was about to cover it with a piece of white cloth. Unexpectedly, due to the movement of the body, a corner of a white envelope was exposed in the lapel.
"What is this?" Chen Yuanyuan found the envelope in Master Xiangyun's lapel and took it out.
There was a little blood on the envelope, but there was no signature written on the outside.
"Open it and take a look." After Shen Yichen said that, he stood behind Chen Yuanyuan and waited for her to open the envelope.
After Chen Yuanyuan opened the envelope, there were two pieces of paper inside, one for Shen Yichen and one for Liu Xiao and Ye Ye.
Chen Yuanyuan briefly glanced at the letter she gave to Liu Xiao and Ye Ye, and probably told them to take care of the children after they arrived at the resettlement center.
The content of the letter written to Shen Yichen shocked both of them.
Master Xiangyun knew early on that he would die in the hands of Fan Shuanghu!
(End of chapter)
