My enemies became my companions

Chapter 705 Yesterday Reappears
Chen Yi looked around, weaving through the streets and alleys, stepping over rooftops and eaves, and finally climbed up a watchtower, where he could see the scene before him.

It was undoubtedly the capital city again.

This is undoubtedly another memory of the little fox.

The watchtower stands tall, and the night wind howls.

Chen Yi gazed into the distance, and the familiar street layout came into view. He could even make out the familiar signs and banners in the distance, which were faintly discernible under the sparse lights. He recognized them all.

Unlike the previous feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness.

It seems... to be in recent years?
Judging from the current state of the city, it looks almost exactly the same as when he left, so it must be from the last few years.

It felt like yesterday was happening again...

After the dim tide surged past, it once again brought to light the memories deep within Yin Tingxue's heart.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact year, and besides, he hasn't been back to the capital for a long time, so his memories of the place are somewhat hazy.

After a while, Chen Yi suppressed his chaotic thoughts. His most urgent task was to find Yin Tingxue and Donggong Ruoshu. In the depths of this strange and unpredictable world, every moment of delay would bring more danger.

His figure moved like smoke, rising and falling on the continuous roof tiles, keenly sensing that this place was different from what he had experienced before.

After the black tide brought by the Lord of Resentment swallowed everything, the scene that appeared was more vivid than before. The capital city here was more lively. Although it was night, the lights shining from some deep courtyards, the occasional carriage carrying a midwife driving on the street, and even the faint sound of string and bamboo instruments all had a vivid texture and were no longer a completely dead scene.

This memory seemed so profound that it appeared almost real.

Chen Yi lightly touched the exquisite roof ornament of a restaurant with his toes, then stopped abruptly as a thought flashed through his mind.

Since that's the case, why not go and take a look at the Prince Xiang's residence to see if it has been ransacked, and then we'll know when it happened?

Yes, the rise and fall of the Prince Xiang's mansion was a crucial turning point in Yin Tingxue's fate. If the mansion still existed, it was before the confiscation of her property; if it had already fallen, it was afterward.

Once the time is determined, it may be easier to deduce the little fox's current situation and state of mind.

Without further hesitation, he discerned the direction, twisted his body, and swiftly sped towards the location of the Prince Xiang's mansion in his memory, like a night owl. The night wind fluttered his clothes, and the night view of the capital city flowed beneath his feet.

Soon after, he stopped. Chen Yi lay in the shadows of the street opposite the Prince Xiang's mansion, gazing intently.

The vermilion gates of the Prince's Mansion were tightly shut, and the stone lions in front of the gate stood alone. The outlines of the buildings inside remained the same, but there was not a single light in sight. It was like a huge ruin, exuding a deathly stillness in the night.

Just as I was pondering, a series of hurried but deliberately light footsteps came from the long street behind me.

He suddenly turned around and saw a group of Imperial Guards dressed in flying fish robes and wearing embroidered spring knives at their waists escorting a person quickly towards him.

The leader was fair-skinned and beardless; he was none other than Wu Qingsheng, the supervisor of the Western Depot.

An old acquaintance

But after all, it had been several years since we last met, so at first glance, they still seemed a bit unfamiliar.

A junior officer from the Embroidered Uniform Guard stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "Chief Supervisor, the people from the Eastern Depot have already set off. Judging from the direction, they are heading out of the city."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingsheng's lips curled into a slight smile, his voice sharp yet filled with murderous intent: "They've moved quickly! The imperial family has long been aware of the Eastern Depot's wolfish ambitions and its secret collusion with the demonic cultists. Their move now must be due to having received word of this, to intercept and kill those demons, attempting to destroy the evidence and leave no witnesses!"

The Imperial Guard beside him looked nervous: "Chief Supervisor, what should we do..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Qingsheng flicked his sleeve and shouted sharply, "Chase them! We cannot let them succeed! We must get ahead of the Eastern Depot and capture at least one of them alive for this Chief Supervisor! Be quick!"

These words struck Chen Yi like a thunderbolt. The Eastern Depot, the Western Depot, the Demonic Cult, murder to cover up... all the clues instantly connected!

Yes, it's tonight! The Prince of Xiang's mansion has been raided, Yin Tingxue's Longevity Bridge has just been severed, and she's being escorted to prison. The members of the Demonic Sect took the opportunity to rescue her...

After that, she went to Gaoliang Mountain and became the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect. Years later, she sought revenge on him and killed him in the forest. That infamous life thus came to an abrupt end, so that he did not complete his evil deeds.

Without further delay, Wu Qingsheng and his group leaped up and sped off towards the outskirts of the city.

In the darkness, the embroidered spring knives at their waists struck their sheaths with each hurried step, producing a dull, continuous clicking sound. The sound, carried on the wind, was like a death knell, quickly fading into the distance.

Chen Yi's heart sank.

The little fox is probably on the run right now!

Without time to think, he darted out of the shadows like a ghost, no longer caring whether he was noticed. He used his lightness skill to the extreme and chased after the direction where the Imperial Guards had disappeared, like a wisp of smoke.

...........................

A barrage of arrows, like splashes of ink, rained down, piercing all four carriages that had left the city, with dark blood seeping from the gaps.

The arrow was deeply embedded in the wooden plank, its fletching trembling slightly in the night wind. Blood trickled down the grain of the plank, dripping silently onto the muddy ground, adding to the deathly stillness.

Only the faint sound of withered leaves being crushed by the soles of boots and the slight twitching of crossbows still on high alert could be heard. Between the roads on both sides surrounded by trees, the agents of the Eastern Depot emerged from the shadows of the woods like ghosts, their cold eyes fixed on the few silent carriages.

A junior officer squinted and observed carefully for a moment, then quickly returned to the head eunuch, who was dressed in a python robe and had a thin face, and whispered, "Master, it seems he's completely dead, there's no sound."

"They're all dead?" Xue Youge, the head of the Eastern Depot, swept his narrow eyes over the carriage, his fingertips lightly twirling the ring on his thumb. After a moment of contemplation, he said calmly, "Fire another round to ensure absolute safety."

Another volley of crossbow bolts rained down like splashed ink.

A denser rain of arrows poured down, pounding into the carriage with a series of thuds. Some even pierced through the thickest panels, producing a dull, teeth-grinding sound. The already riddled carriage swayed precariously, on the verge of collapse.

Just then, Xue Youge caught a glimpse of a long line of torches moving rapidly in the direction of the city gate in the distance. His heart skipped a beat; the people from the Western Depot were coming!
His face darkened, and without further hesitation, he shouted shrilly, "Quickly! Tear the car apart! Drag out all the corpses inside to verify their identities, and don't let a single one escape!"

As soon as the order was given, the guards rushed forward with knives and surrounded the carriages.

An eager-to-show-off Imperial Guard reached out to lift the curtain of the nearest carriage, but the moment his hand touched the curtain, a cold light, like a venomous snake, pierced through his throat!
He couldn't even let out a scream before collapsing to the ground, his eyes wide open.

Almost at the same time, the side panels of several other carriages burst open, and several blood-soaked figures with crazed eyes rushed out wielding sharp blades!

In a flash of light, several Imperial Guards near the carriage were caught off guard and instantly fell to the ground. The gaunt elder in charge of punishment, his hair and beard bristling, roared hoarsely, "The eunuchs of the Eastern Depot have betrayed their promise! Kill these Eastern Depot dogs!"

The brief silence was suddenly shattered, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

On the official road, a scene of bloodshed unfolded. The remnants of the Demonic Cult, knowing they were doomed, used every move they could muster to die. Meanwhile, the agents of the Eastern Depot, relying on their superior numbers, formed a battle formation to annihilate them.

The sounds of clashing weapons, roars, and screams filled the air, blood was splattered on the cold ground, and severed limbs and remains were everywhere.

Inside the original carriage, Yin Tingxue remained frozen in place.

The blood splattered on his face and body was slowly turning cold and viscous, and the woman's corpse beside him was gradually stiffening.

The shouts of battle and the clash of weapons outside seemed to come from another world. She just stared blankly at the swaying, tattered carriage curtain in front of her, her mind a complete blank, with only her heart pounding in her chest.

The stench of blood grew stronger and stronger, filling her nostrils.

Her eyes gradually blurred, her gaze settling on the face of the woman who had died tragically.

So much blood...

Yes or no,
To become the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult, so many people have to die and so much blood has to be shed...

(End of this chapter)