Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 310 You Can't Escape

Yan Ciwan said, "If you want to take the knife, you have to release the person first."

The envoy looked down at her and said slowly, "Don't forget, your grandmother is still in our hands. You have no right to bargain with us."

Yan Ciwan glanced at the black-clad men in the distance, who were holding bows and arrows but not moving, and asked with a half-smile.

"What if I insist on bargaining with you? Are you going to kill me?"

“You are a distinguished guest of our Five Gods Sect, so we will naturally not harm you. However, I cannot guarantee whether your grandmother will live.”

Yan Ciwan's smile vanished, and her gaze turned icy cold: "It seems you're forcing me to fight you to the death."

The envoy seemed stunned by the ruthlessness in her eyes. He remained silent for a moment, then said to the men in black blocking the left exit of the alley, "Let him go."

The men in black stepped back, making way for just one person to pass.

Yan Ciwan looked at Yue Jin and gestured for him to leave quickly.

Yue Jin said in a low voice, "Try to stall for time, I'll get someone to rescue you."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the exit of the alley on the left.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, the men in black immediately gathered again and blocked the exit.

Yan Ciwan withdrew her foot, letting the man in black in front of her take Ning Dao away.

Without her weapon, she was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and the danger was greatly reduced. However, the envoy did not relax completely. He ordered his men to tie Yan Ciwan up and take her away.

Just as the rope was about to be looped around Yan Ciwan's wrist, she suddenly lifted her sleeve to reveal a crossbow and quickly pulled the trigger. At such close range, the man in black had no time to react and was shot in the heart by an arrow, falling to the ground on the spot.

Yan Ciwan took out a pipe from his pocket, pulled out the fuse, and threw it away.

The envoy's expression changed, and he commanded, "Quickly, grab her! Don't let her escape!"

Several more men in black rushed out from behind the walls on both sides of the courtyard and pounced on Yan Ciwan from different angles.

At the same time, thick smoke billowed from the chimney, obscuring everyone's vision, and Yan Ciwan's figure disappeared into the thick white smoke.

Unable to find their target, the men in black descended into utter chaos.

Zun covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve to avoid inhaling the white smoke. He planned to leave the place temporarily. Just as he was about to turn around and jump off the courtyard wall, he suddenly felt danger approaching from behind. He subconsciously veered to the left, and then he felt a pain on the back of his hand.

He raised his right hand and saw a thin silver needle stuck in the back of his hand.

He pulled out the silver needles and saw black blood flowing from the wound, and the skin on the back of his hand turned blackish-purple at a visible speed.

This needle is highly poisonous!

The envoy immediately sealed the acupoints on his right hand and tightly bound his right wrist with a belt to slow the spread of the poison as much as possible.

At this moment, Yan Ciwan had already rushed out of the alleyway filled with white smoke and used her lightness skill to fly onto the courtyard wall. In her hand was Ning Dao, which she had just snatched back from the man in black.

She raised her knife and slashed at the envoy. The envoy hurriedly retreated, but the space on the courtyard wall was extremely limited. His cloak was torn by the blade, making a tearing sound.

He flicked a handful of silver needles from his sleeve.

Yan Ciwan raised her knife and swept it horizontally, knocking away all the silver needles that flew towards her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the envoy jumped off the courtyard wall in an attempt to escape.

Yan Ciwan, carrying her knife, gave chase. She was extremely fast and caught up with the envoy in no time.

Because the envoy ran too fast, the toxins in his body circulated more rapidly. He began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and his legs and feet became weak. His pace slowed down uncontrollably.

Yan Ciwan kicked him in the back, and he staggered and fell to the ground, scraping his palms but feeling no pain. He lay on the ground, shaking his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

Ning Dao's blade pressed against his neck.

The icy touch startled him. He looked up and saw Yan Ciwan standing in front of him, looking down at him with a condescending gaze.

Just moments ago, he was standing on high up looking down at her, but unexpectedly, in just a short while, their situations were completely reversed.

Yan Ciwan said, "You can't escape now."

The envoy was not afraid at all. He said, "If I don't return before dawn, the Divine Shaman will order Nie Xiayun to be executed."

Yan Ciwan's hand trembled slightly, and the blade cut through the envoy's skin, with streaks of blood sliding down the cut.

She asked coldly, "Where did you hide my grandmother?"

The envoy rolled over and lay on his back on the ground. He raised his trembling left hand and reached into his robes.

Yan Ciwan narrowed her eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want you to see something."

After the envoy finished speaking, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and threw it at Yan Ciwan with all his might.

Unfortunately, he was weak in his limbs, and the handkerchief was very light, so it eventually wobbled and fell to the ground at Yan Ciwan's feet.

Yan Ciwan looked down and saw two chubby little swallows embroidered on a white handkerchief.

A scene immediately flashed into her mind—

She was only seven years old at the time. Her grandmother taught her to embroider, and she said she wanted to embroider swallows. So she used a pen to draw two lively and cute swallows. But her grandmother said that the swallows were too thin and not pretty. They should be fatter to look lucky.

So Yan Ciwan painted another one, and she specially painted two chubby swallows.

The old woman held her hand and taught her how to thread a needle. The needle and thread went through the lines drawn beforehand, and finally embroidered two chubby little swallows.

This was her first time doing embroidery. Although the stitches were rough, the old lady liked it very much. She always carried it with her and treasured it for many years.

Yan Ciwan bent down to pick up the embroidered handkerchief, and only when she got closer did she realize that there were not only two swallows on the handkerchief, but also a few drops of red blood.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she immediately pressed for an answer.

"What did you do to my grandmother?"

The envoy said weakly, "Don't worry, Nie Xiayun is still alive and well, she just suffered some minor injuries."

Yan Ciwan pressed further, "Why was Grandma injured?"

"She knew we wanted to use her to coerce you into submission. She didn't want to be a burden to you, so she tried to kill herself by running into the wall when we weren't looking. Luckily, we found her in time and saved her. If it weren't for us, your grandmother would already be dead. You should thank us."

Yan Ciwan's eyes reddened, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged. She wished she could kill this shameless scoundrel on the spot!
She gritted her teeth and asked, "Where is Grandma now?"

The envoy said, "She is at the main altar. You will see her as long as you come with me to the main altar."

Shouts and the sound of horses' hooves came from afar. Yan Ciwan knew that Xiao Wang must have seen Bai Yan and knew that she was in danger here, so he was leading his men to come this way.

Yan Ciwan stared at the envoy on the ground. If he were handed over to the Inner Guard, they would definitely try to find out the location of the main altar from him, but that would take a lot of time.

If the Heavenly Venerable Envoy does not return, the sorceress will execute her grandmother.

It concerned the old woman's life, so she dared not gamble.