The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 98 Returning to the Heart Like an Arrow
There was heavy rain and thunder.

White lightning suddenly pierced the night sky, flickering on and off, as if a pair of invisible hands tore a gap in the black night.

White light flashed, illuminating a petite figure on the horseback, the fine raindrops slipped silently against Feng Wuxie's cheeks, the clothes on his body were already soaked, cold and without a trace of warmth.

The slender fingers had already been bloodstained by the reins, and traces of blood kept overflowing from the palm, but before it flowed out, it had already been washed away by the rain without a trace.

From Ziyun City to Yunyang City, three hundred miles away, Feng Wuxie galloped his horse to the capital without stopping day and night.

Running all the way, the horse's hooves with big bowls stepped on the muddy road and splashed a long string of yellow mud, rolling away like waves broken by sharp arrows.

The continuous running around made Feng Wuxie extremely tired, his face was as calm as ever, but his cold eyes showed faint anxiety and murderous intent.

Du Chun followed her, intending to persuade her a few words, but he could only swallow the words silently.

After receiving the letter, Feng Wuxie remained silent, her face showed no expression, but Du Chun knew that she was really angry.

The soundless silence is more frightening than the angry roar.

So even though he was worried about Feng Wuxie, Du Chun could only accompany him silently, because he knew that this matter was of great importance, and Feng Qingyun's life would be safer every time he was closer to the capital.

The sound of the rain is dull, and the depressed people can't breathe.

The dry food and water brought out earlier have already been used up, but Feng Wuxie still has no intention of stopping.

Du Chun raised his head and took a few sips of rainwater. His dry throat was immediately moistened by a gust of cool rainwater, but even so, his voice was still hoarse.

"Wuxie, we ran for two days and two nights, and we didn't get any rice. Even if you don't rest, you should let the horse rest. There is an inn ahead, so let's stay for half an hour, okay?"

Feng Wuxie's horse was exhausted long ago, even if the whip was whipped hard, it still couldn't run at the usual speed.

White foam kept dripping from the horse's mouth, it was panting like a cow, and its calves began to tremble. If Feng Wuxie hadn't used herbs to hang the horse's life, it would have collapsed long ago.

Feng Wuxie lowered her eyes, a trace of unbearableness flashed in her clear eyes, she seemed to be able to see the majestic city gate through the mountains, and there was a person waiting for her there.

Yunyang City is just around the corner.

Running around for two days and two nights, people don't need to eat, but horses really can't bear it.

"Okay, half an hour." Finally, Feng Wuxie let go, and rested for half an hour, and when the horses were fed, they would hurry up and take back the half hour.

After making up their minds, Feng Wuxie and Du Chun finally stopped at an inn in front of them.

They entered a relatively large inn, just in case, and to deal with emergencies.

Because of the rainy night, the door was closed early.

Feng Wuxie's nerves were still a little uncomfortable after he had concentrated his mental power for two consecutive days and stopped suddenly.

She glanced at the town, and there was silence all around. There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, and only a little yellow candlelight came through the gaps between the closed doors and windows.

Only one carriage passed them, which looked like a merchant's convoy.

Du Chun wiped the rain off his face, got off his horse and knocked on the door. After knocking hard for a long time, there was no movement inside.

The door panel was moved away, revealing the sleepy eyes of the waiter, who tilted his head to look at Du Chun and Feng Wuxie, and then asked lazily, "Are you staying in the shop?"

Du Chun handed over a silver ingot in his hand: "A pot of hot wine, four dishes of side dishes, and some dry food, hurry up."

The silver ingots glowed silvery in the rainy night, the waiter's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of joy in his pupils, and he hurriedly moved the door panel away.

"Hey, hey, Grandpa, please."

Having money means doing things well, Du Chun threw the money into the arms of the waiter without hesitation, pointed to the dying horse running outside and said, "Feed the horse enough for the young master."

The waiter hurriedly replied: "Master, don't worry."

Du Chun nodded, and then stretched his waist. The road was bumpy, and his butt was about to be worn out. He was like this, let alone Feng Wuxie.

Feng Wuxie handed the reins to the shop waiter, glanced at the shop waiter's figure, a complex light flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting, and hurriedly walked into the shop.

There was no one in the store, and they probably had already rested.

Not long after, the steaming hot food was served, Feng Wuxie seemed to be very hungry, and he wanted to eat big after picking up the bowl.

But Du Chun stopped him.

The journey went so smoothly that they didn't even encounter a single ambush. The other party wanted their lives, so how could they not send a killer?
It is always true to be careful when sailing for ten thousand years, but when Du Chun was about to take out a silver needle to test the poison, Feng Wuxie shook his head at him.

Du Chun knew that Feng Wuxie's medical skills were superior to his, and since she said she was fine, it must be fine, so she immediately put away the silver needle and started to eat it.

After drinking a few cups of hot wine, the soaked clothes cling to the skin, giving off some warmth.

Feng Wuxie took out the gauze and bandaged the wound briefly, when he saw bloodstains on Du Chun's slender fingers.

There was a movement in his heart, he didn't have to go through this muddy water, but he just followed him.

Thinking of him as a young master with a wealth of wealth, no matter what purpose he stays with her, whether it is entrusted by others or he is willing.

But Du Chun never complained, just because of this friendship, Feng Wuxie naturally has a deeper affection for him than ordinary friends.

Pulling his hand over, the action seemed rough, but in fact it gently bandaged the wound.

The store is very quiet, it seems that all the customers have fallen into a deep sleep.

Suddenly a ticking sound fell into Feng Wuxie's ears, but it was only one sound, and it was gone.

Feng Wuxie rolled his eyes and looked around the shop.

The shop clerk has been dozing beside him, with his head resting on his arms, looking very sleepy, Feng Wuxie woke him up: "Xiaoer, please have another pot of hot wine."

The waiter immediately woke up, and brought out a pot of hot wine not long after: "Don't worry, sir, the wine is already warm."

Just as Du Chun was about to reach out to pick it up, Feng Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his plain hand like a lightning strike, and the light green figure had already slid across the body of the waiter like a ghost.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Du Chun stretched out his hand to catch Xiao Er's body that was about to fall, and the other hand caught the flagon bottle that was about to fall.

The voice said calmly: "Come on, let's continue drinking."

Putting the waiter in front of the counter, he still looked like he was asleep just now, but the difference was that there was a bloodstain oozing from the neck, hanging down to the ground like a silk thread.

Feng Wuxie and Du Chun stepped out of the inn without staying, took the horse tied in the backyard, got on the horse and galloped out quietly.

The sound of dripping rain covered up the sound of horses' hooves, but just as Feng Wuxie and Du Chun ran out of the yard, a group of men in black appeared quietly, blocking their way.

A beautiful smile bloomed on the corner of Feng Wuxie's mouth, but those cold eyes were deeper and deeper, and the murderous intent surging inside seemed to be gushing out.

Sure enough, there was a problem with this inn.

Although there were quite a few carriages in the backyard, merchants from south to north should rest here, but from the time Feng Wuxie entered the shop to when she left.

It was quiet but like a tomb, a tomb that wanted her to be buried here.

If they are merchants, most of them are men. After a day of fatigue, how could they sleep without a sound?

When the waiter took the reins from her just now, the thin calluses on the tiger's mouth had already attracted Feng Wuxie's attention, how could a waiter have such calluses?

Only killers who often hold knives will have it.

The carriage in the backyard is real, and the customers in the store, including the owner and waiter, must have been killed long ago.

The ticking sound just now should be the sound of human blood falling on the floor.

There are a lot of people on the other side, obviously they have been waiting here for a long time.

It was determined that she would definitely rest here after running around all night, so she set up defenses here, waiting for the sheep to enter the tiger's mouth.

Feng Wuxie smiled lightly, and said to Du Chun, "I leave this to you."

Without waiting for Du Chun to agree, he hit the horse's butt hard, and the dagger in his hand slashed in the air, drawing a wind knife, and flew directly over the heads of the men in black.

Du Chun gritted his teeth angrily at the back, and shouted at Feng Wuxie's back: "You woman, you actually left the young master here alone."

Even though he said so, it also blocked those killers who wanted to catch up for Feng Wuxie.

His figure flickered from left to right, obviously he was alone, but he dragged those men in black tightly to the spot, unable to move.

After just such a short time, Feng Wuxie had already rushed far away, even if those men in black wanted to chase, they couldn't catch up.

Du Chun didn't like to fight either. After killing several men in black, he rode his horse and chased in the direction of Feng Wuxie.

The martial arts of these men in black are mediocre, but the most important thing is that they are large in number. It is obvious that they are here to trip them up. If they fight with them here, I am afraid that they will not be able to reach the capital in three days.

After seeing their purpose, Feng Wuxie threw Du Chun there to restrain them so that they could escape.

Du Chun has been with Feng Wuxie for a long time these days, and with just one look from her, he can understand what she wants to do.

Take the inn just now as an example, if it wasn't for the tacit understanding between the two, how could it be possible to subdue the waiter in a few seconds.

If they were exposed in advance, it would not be so easy for them to leave now.

With a bang, there was a loud noise behind him.

The flames soared into the sky, and the hot air rolled into the air waves, throwing out all the debris, bricks and tiles, including some human torsos.

The raging flames immediately enveloped the entire inn, making the surroundings ablaze, even on a rainy night, the soaring flames could not be extinguished.

Du Chun turned his head and glanced from a distance, a cold sweat broke out on his back, if he had to run more slowly, he and Feng Wuxie might both be buried here.

Although Feng Wuxie left him behind, he marked all the conspicuous places on the road, and trying to find her was as easy as flipping the palm of his hand.

The man in black behind him didn't catch up, and Du Chun's horse ran happily, but not far ahead, he saw Feng Wuxie's horse collapsed in the rain, but Feng Wuxie was nowhere to be found.

(End of this chapter)