The carriage drove for a day and night. Qian Qiancheng heard the breathing in the carriage become deeper and longer, and knew that Zheng Chen had fallen asleep.
This is also a good thing. Zheng Chen's body was covered with scars, and his heart veins were pierced by ice crystals, becoming brittle and hard, and almost completely broken. Fortunately, she had spent money to maintain her internal energy in time, and Zheng Chen's body was made of pure fire, so she was able to hang on to her life.
Qian Qiancheng lightly strangled the horse's bit to slow it down. It rained heavily, and the old furry reins tightened his fingers, causing his thoughts to return to the past.
When he attacked Luo Zhi at night, he was indeed caught off guard by the unexpected Cloud Collapse Palm. But the reason for staying here to recuperate is more because of "rebellion".
In this mission, the task assigned to him by his superiors was to intercept and kill Xu Zhuchen on the road to Zhiyang. However, Xu Zhuchen's reputation as "the best sword in the world" was so great that the chance of failure was extremely high. If he died due to an assassination, his superiors would not pursue him. But the bad thing about this is that he spent the money without dying.
What an independent killer fears most in the arena is that he cannot defeat four people with just one fist. But what a killer in an organization fears most is failing to do the organization's tasks. This mission includes not only assassinating the target, but also sacrificing oneself when the organization gives up on him.
Failure to do the job is rebellion. And this kind of rebellion is the most deadly crime for Huai Cheng, who is ranked fourteenth in the world's killer rankings.
The night Luo Zhi escaped, Qian Qiancheng sat in the room and wrapped bandages on himself one by one.
The night was dark, and the moonlight was blocked behind thick clouds and fog. The stars are hidden, the wind is high and the moon is small, Jixiang Inn is trapped in the dark and thick night, the night rain is heavy, and the wind is like a low howling wolf.
Qian Qiancheng sat at the table and lit only a very dim oil lamp. The room was dark, and in the night rain, only this weak light illuminated the bandage and medicine bottle in front of him. He gritted his teeth and let cold sweat flow all over his forehead, but remained silent. And in this endless silent night, a chilling atmosphere quietly spread.
Qian Qiancheng hadn't tied the bandage yet, cold hairs were standing on his skin, and he could already feel the murderous aura from all sides. He didn't have time to bandage himself, so he wordlessly picked up a needle row beside him, inserted it into the end of his bandage, and fixed the blood-stained bandage.
"Hua Laosi, do you know your guilt?"
Huahua Cheng stood up, grabbed a sword, stood up without hesitation, and pulled the scabbard out of the tiles above his head.
"You don't even dare to show your face, but you still have the guts to ask me about my crime?"
Several men in dark night uniforms were originally ambushing on the roof. At this time, their formation was broken up by the scabbards and they had to disperse. Qian Qiancheng took this opportunity to break out of the window, followed closely by the others. He ran a few steps following the flying flowers and fallen leaves in the air, and finally landed on a desolate path in the woods on the outskirts of Zhiyang.
Among the assassins, his younger apprentice was indispensable. He was wearing a mask and covering his body. He stood silently in the crowd and raised his sword towards Qian Qiancheng.
Qian Qiancheng glanced around, stepped lightly, and used his sword moves. His inner strength was extremely calm, which was really terrifying. And his eyes were extremely deep, radiating cold light, hidden behind the falling rain, like Sirius shining through the night.
Murderous aura permeates the woods, chill permeates the air, and a battle is imminent.
Suddenly, a cold light flew out silently, heading straight towards Qian Qiancheng's heart. Qian Qian remained motionless, but suddenly he suddenly swung his sword back, as if he sensed the impending danger. The cold light immediately hit the sword blade, a clang exploded, and the dagger was instantly knocked away.
Immediately following, two mandarin duck swords were thrust out in the rainy night, and they were taken directly from Qian Cheng's arms. The wound was still bleeding, but Qian Qiancheng immediately struck out with a palm, and his strong internal force missed the two swords. The two swordsmen had not yet dodged, and Huai Cheng did not hesitate in his steps. As Qian Qian swung out his sword, the two assassins were immediately repelled by him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly sounded, and several cold hidden weapons flashed with a faint red light, like ghosts in the night, flying towards Qian Qiancheng without any explanation.
Qian Qiancheng recognized the hidden weapon. It was a needle, just like the needle on his shoulder and arm. It was the weapon of Yang Feng, the disciple he raised as his daughter. The weapons in his medical bag were also put in by Yang Feng in case of emergency. Qian Qiancheng also remembered that when he took over the task, Yang Feng sobbed and held his hand, asking him to come back safely.
He avoided the row of needles, and the next moment, his eyes met with Yang Feng's. At this moment, time seemed to be stretched endlessly, the rain stopped falling, money fell to the side of the body, and every small sound was clearly audible.
Huahua Cheng knew that he had no way out. He avoided Yang Feng's gaze, jumped up, and quickly avoided her fatal blow.
"If this is your strength, why continue to fight with me."
His voice was not loud, but his tone was extremely gloomy. Most of the killers were so angry that they were itching their teeth after hearing this. However, Yang Feng was not hit by his provocation. Instead, he held down the people around him and said calmly:
"We are not as strong as our seniors, so we can still practice. But killing traitors is our responsibility, and it is also an honor given to us by the organization. Seniors, please understand."
On a rainy night, Qian Qiancheng couldn't see her face clearly, but he could feel the suppressed emotions behind her voice. He couldn't help but laugh.
Neither humble nor arrogant, this is indeed his disciple.
At this moment, Yang Feng turned around strangely and quickly from the air. Her black figure emerged in the dark night, and the dagger with a cold light in her hand was thrown out. In an instant, the screams of countless birds followed the dagger flying towards Huancheng. Huancheng paused in his steps. He knew that this life and death battle was inevitable.
In the dark rainy night, fierce fighting was inevitable and broke out completely. Every collision of sword light and sword shadow seemed to draw a dazzling lightning in the dark night. Until the stars in the sky began to dim, the sound of cockcrows from the village could be heard in the distance, and a new day was about to begin. Qian Qiancheng stood at the exit of the woods and took back his sword.
He stood there with blood all over his body. In the woods, there was no one, no sound or movement.
The horse neighed and the sky became bright. Only then did Qian Qiancheng realize that the wound on his arm had opened again. The smell of blood startled the horse, and Qian Qiancheng also realized that Zheng Chen in the carriage also woke up.
"Senior Hua," Zheng Chen raised the curtains of the car, his voice was a little hoarse, but the look on his face had improved a lot, "where are we?"
Qian Qiancheng handed her the water bag and dry food on his waist, reined in the horse, and laughed softly: "North of Zhiyang, there is a crack and fault, leading directly to Qinzhou. We are going to Zhennan on this trip, and this is the best way to go. Hurry. After a few more days, we can get out of the fault, and the exit is Tianyou Pass in Qinzhou."
