Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

Qin Hongshao stopped at the street corner.

Several night patrol soldiers quickly approached, the leader, a junior officer, clasped his hands in salute and hurriedly reported the news.

"Lord Qin, there was a fight going on around here just now!"

"I also heard someone shouting, asking us to send a message to you!"

Qin Hongshao's expression changed.

Where are they?

"They went that way!"

The small flag points to the alleyway to the west.

"At the time, we were just across the street. I only saw a fleeting figure, and there were people chasing after it. Just as my subordinates were about to lead the men over, we heard another noise coming from the woodworking workshop..."

Qin Hongshao looked in that direction and immediately gave the order.

"Inquire along the streets; if anyone has seen the wounded man wielding a sword, report back immediately!"

"Tell all sentries to be on the lookout for anyone walking on the rooftops. If you spot anyone, send word immediately!"

She turned to look at Du Chengwu.

"Go to the woodworking workshop."

"I'll keep looking!"

Du Chengwu responded and left.

Qin Hongshao sped along the alley, her eyes scanning the ground, the walls, and even the shadows.

The prince is still alive.

Still on the run.

A slight sense of relief washed over her, but she was immediately gripped by an even deeper anxiety.

Since he could still shout, yet refused to stop and rendezvous with the patrolmen, just how strong were the people chasing him?

She gripped her weapon tightly and quickened her pace.

……

Wu Liang walked to the front of a small courtyard.

The courtyard gate was closed.

There were shadows of trees inside the wall, and a faint light shone from the room.

The surroundings were quiet, and the pursuers could not be heard for the time being.

He stopped and leaned against the wall, listening for a moment.

There was a dog barking in the distance.

Further away, the sounds of soldiers running and shouting could be heard.

But things are still peaceful here.

Wu Liang raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The latch was not down.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open a crack, and he squeezed in sideways, then turned back to take out his medicine bag.

My fingertips are already a little unsteady.

He gritted his teeth and sprinkled medicinal powder at the doorway and along the walls on both sides to mask the blood and his own scent that he had picked up along the way.

After doing all this, Wu Liang closed the door.

The latch was pushed into the wooden groove.

With a click.

The slight sound reached his ears, and his tense mind relaxed slightly.

I can finally catch my breath.

Wu Liang turned around and took two steps inside when his legs suddenly lost all strength.

thump!

He collapsed to the ground.

My left shoulder hit the ground first, and a sharp pain exploded within me!

He groaned, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and tried to prop himself up by bracing his hands on the ground.

My arms were completely out of control, trembling uncontrollably.

It had barely managed to prop itself up half a foot before plummeting back down.

Wu Liang suddenly felt a pang of panic.

wrong!

This is definitely not just an internal injury!

pill bottle.

Detoxification pill.

He remembers where he put it.

But when I tried to hold it with my fingers, I couldn't manage it several times in a row.

The porcelain bottle struck the belt with a soft sound.

Wu Liang was so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Damn it..."

He used his other hand to hold down his clothes and struggled for a long time before finally pulling out the medicine bottle.

Pull out the plug.

Pour the medicine.

A pill rolled into his palm, then slipped down his trembling hand.

Wu Liang suddenly reached out and pressed down.

The pill rolled into his palm, which he grabbed and put into his mouth.

The aroma of herbs wafted through the air.

He swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and forcefully circulated his inner energy to enhance the medicinal effect.

He refined this antidote himself.

He knew everything about the medicine's properties and how it changed when it took effect.

But after waiting a while, the heat inside my body continued to intensify.

The dizziness in my brain is getting deeper and deeper.

Wu Liang opened his eyes, a hint of shock and anger in his gaze.

What the hell!

Why isn't it working?!

What kind of poison is this?

He then touched his wrist for a pulse.

When he pressed his fingertips against it, the pulse was beating very fast, but the blood and qi in his body were so disordered that he could hardly tell the difference.

Calm down.

We need to calm down first!

Wu Liang forced himself to concentrate.

The various poisonous diseases recorded in the Qingnang Jing flashed through my mind.

But whenever I try to grasp a thought, it's like looking through a layer of fog, fleeting and gone in an instant.

His head ached from thinking, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

When were you attacked?

Is it that woman?

Or was he ambushed during the fight?

A gentle breeze?

impossible!

He knew exactly what kind of medicine he carried with him, and his current unusual condition was different from that of Zui Qingfeng!

Wu Liang gritted his teeth and took out a silver needle.

First, you need to calm yourself down.

As long as he is conscious, he still has a way!

The needle pouch opened, and the silver needles gleamed briefly in the dim light.

He picked one up, but his fingers suddenly trembled.

The needle fell out.

It landed beside the brick seam.

Wu Liang stared at the needle, somewhat frantic.

What the hell!

Is this really going to result in a major setback?!

He reached out to pick it up, but a sudden surge of emotion welled up in his chest, and the courtyard wall and the shadows of the trees in front of him all began to sway.

Wu Liang clung tightly to the edge of the stone pillar, barely managing to keep his balance.

regret.

A strong sense of regret welled up inside me.

He knew perfectly well that the woman had a problem.

I still insist on going with her on this trip!

After winning a few games in a row, do you really think you can handle anyone?

Three finger-pointing techniques!

And that cult leader whose background is unknown!

This group laid a trap right in front of him, and he actually thought he could follow the clues and take them all down!

Wu Liang gasped for breath, his chest aching and burning, even his breathing felt like it was on fire.

He wanted to swear.

I want to call out to Qin Hongshao.

His lips moved, but his voice was so low that even he couldn't hear it.

Just then, a slight noise seemed to come from inside the house.

Wu Liang suddenly looked up.

anyone?

He wanted to hold Zang Feng's hand.

The sword, wrapped in coarse cloth, lay at his side.

My fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, but I couldn't grip it tightly.

The shadows of the trees swayed in the courtyard.

The footsteps drew closer.

Wu Liang's heart tightened, and he strained to open his eyes wide, trying to see who it was.

But my vision is getting blurrier and blurrier.

The light scattered into a blur, even the outline of the figure swayed.

who is it?

Pursuers?

Or is he the owner of this courtyard?

He bit his tongue, using the stinging pain to forcefully regain his last shred of clarity.

A figure approached.

Wu Liang was stunned.

His eyes first showed surprise and doubt, then disbelief.

"you……"

His lips trembled, and his voice was so soft it almost dissipated in the night breeze.

"Why are you here...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the hand he was using to support himself slipped down.

Everything went completely black.

Consciousness vanished.

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