Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1867 Tracking
"How are you feeling?" Fang Zilan sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Awan's forehead, but Awan dodged her hand.

Fang Zilan's hand froze in mid-air for a long while before she lowered it. "Awan, are you still angry with me?"

Awan didn't answer, but instead leaned further into the bed. Seeing this, Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "You should rest well. Is there anything you need..."

"If anything really happens to me, what will you do?" Awan suddenly interrupted Fang Zilan, staring intently at her. "I will protect you, I won't..."

"Won't what? Won't it cause me any trouble?" Awan interrupted Fang Zilan again. "How many people have you said that to? And how many of them are still alive?"

Fang Zilan opened her mouth, but Awan continued on her own, "Young Master Wenran is dead, and Miss Fu Mingyue is dead too. They are not the first, nor will they be the last..."

"Who told you Fu Mingyue is dead?" Fang Zilan frowned, and Awan's eyes reddened. "What, you're trying to hide it from me?"

“I’m not trying to hide it from you.” Fang Zilan shook her head. “At this critical juncture, telling you this news would likely be ill-intentioned on their part.”

“I asked General Meng about Miss Fu Mingyue, and he told me.” Awan sat up. “I don’t care what General Meng’s intentions are, at least he’s willing to tell me the truth.”

"If Meng Tingyang can't save you, what's the use of him telling the truth?" Fang Zilan said irritably, and Awan was even more furious. "Yes, at the mortuary, General Meng let me be taken away by Xiahou Qi and failed to save me. But where are you, who kept saying you would protect me? You chose Prince Yucheng, and you abandoned not only Young Master Wenran, but also me!"

"I..." Fang Zilan's lips moved, while Awan gripped the quilt tightly. "What? You know I can use poison, and that ordinary people can't do anything to me? Or you know my medical skills are superb, and that I won't die if I fall into the hands of ordinary people?"

"I'm sorry." Fang Zilan lowered her eyes, reached out and covered Awan's hand. Awan trembled, but did not pull her hand away.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Awan turned her head away. "The people who died were Young Master Wenran and Miss Fu Mingyue..."

"The deaths of Wen Ran and Fu Mingyue have nothing to do with whether I intervened to save them," Fang Zilan interrupted A Wan. "They made their choices and have to pay the price. I can save them once or twice, but I can't save them forever. I have a clear conscience."

Awan was stunned for a moment, then heard Fang Zilan continue, "But you are different. Your biggest connection to the Southeast case is your identity as a member of the Ghost Gate. But now, you haven't used that identity to do anything, so you are truly innocent in being dragged into this. It was my fault for not being able to protect you, and I should apologize to you."

"I killed Dugu Linxiu's daughter..." Awan dared not look at Fang Zilan, "And in the mortuary, I also poisoned many people. What if..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Mr. Xie wants me to go to court. Will I be convicted?"

“If you go to court regarding the mortuary matter, you will be the victim.” Fang Zilan held Awan’s hand. “If you hadn’t poisoned them, you would be the one who died.”

“I know, but that was a living, breathing human life after all…” A-Wan didn’t finish her sentence, and Fang Zilan tightened her grip on her hand. “It’s not your fault, it’s my fault for not taking good care of you.”

"Are you scared?" Awan asked out of the blue. Fang Zilan nodded without hesitation. "Yes, it's because I'm scared that I've survived until now."

Awan remained silent, and Fang Zilan patted her hand reassuringly, "You should rest well, I'm here for you."

She got up to leave after saying that, but was stopped by Awan. "Wait, aren't you going to ask me?" "What do you mean?" Hongtai coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. Before Fang Zilan could explain to him, she saw the monk staggering towards her.

“I will.” The monk extended his hand to Fang Zilan. She was skeptical, but still handed him the only thousand-bow crossbow. “Gen position, Kun position, choose one.”

"Are you sure?" The monk frowned, and Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "You only have one chance to strike."

"Senior Brother Yue, you..." Bai Moci was interrupted by the monk before he could finish speaking. "I do hate Zixiu, but if I want to take revenge on her, I need to be alive."

Fang Zilan glanced at the monk sideways, "If you can hit the target with one strike, then you'll be qualified to seek revenge against me."

"At a time like this, you're still provoking them?" Hong Tai chuckled, then leaned close to Fang Zilan's ear and said, "Since you dared to go to Zhongling Mountain, you must have had a backup plan, right?"

"Keeping them is probably useless." Fang Zilan tightened her grip on the plum sword. Even if Zhou Lang led his troops, a thousand men against a thousand crossbowmen would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

"Find an opportunity to take A-Wan away." Hong Tai said softly without hesitation, "I'll cover your retreat."

"You?" Fang Zilan suddenly laughed. "Injured like this, you couldn't even withstand one of my attacks. How can you cover my retreat?"

“I…” Hong Tai wanted to say something more, but Fang Zilan said as if mocking herself, “It seems that I am really unlucky and will become a skeleton.”

Hong Tai's heart sank as he saw Fang Zilan stand in front of him and shout to the few remaining martial artists in the square: "Now that the Ghost Gate is here, my life and yours are all hanging by a thread."

She paused, seemingly unconcerned about exposing her weakness, and said, "If you all want to live, you might as well put aside your grudges for now and unite against the Gate of Hell. After tonight, as long as you are alive, you are welcome to come and seek revenge on me."

"Are you crazy?" Hong Tai roared, but Fang Zilan ignored him and stared at the disheveled crowd in front of her, giving them their locations one by one.

That was the location she had roughly determined based on the fireworks and silver light when she rushed back. She couldn't manage it all by herself, but if everyone present joined forces, they might have a chance to survive.

However, Fang Zilan was met with only a long silence. She pursed her lips, her plum-shaped sword pointing directly at the crowd, "Since that's the case, to avoid being attacked from both sides, I have no choice but to kill you all first, and then fight the Ghost Gate to the death."

"Wait a minute." Bai Moci stepped forward and said resolutely, "Miss Zixiu, I will go to the Kun position."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to the monk again and said, "Brother Yue, I'm entrusting the position to you."

"Alright." The monk nodded slightly, watching Bai Moci's figure disappear from sight. He heard Fang Zilan's voice in his ear, "Bai Moci, for Master Randeng's sake, I will go and collect your body."

Upon hearing this, Hong Tai smiled and was about to speak when a hoarse female voice suddenly rang out, "Huo Chun'er of the Blade Sect is willing to temporarily set aside her grudges and fight against the Ghost Sect. Everyone in the Blade Sect, follow me."

(End of this chapter)