Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Just as the two were walking through the dark and winding secret passage, their footsteps echoed between the damp stone walls. Suddenly, they could hear faint bursts of dull fighting sounds from above, accompanied by the crisp sound of weapons clashing, as if it was a sign of an impending storm. Their heartbeats quickened and their nerves tensed.

They looked at each other, and without saying anything, they quickened their pace tacitly, each step filled with anxiety and determination as they approached the unknown battlefield.

Finally, when the last stone step was under their feet, the two of them suddenly saw a backyard that was elegantly decorated yet grand and majestic.

The moonlight barely penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the rockery and pond in the courtyard, flashing a cold silver glow.

And in this peaceful scene, a fierce battle of life and death is taking place.

Fan Yanmu, wearing a tattered battle robe, was like a wounded lone wolf, and the bloodstains on his body bore witness to the previous hard battle.

His face was twisted in agony, his skin an abnormal purple-black, and the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth were like cruel embellishments, telling of the brutality of the battle.

In comparison, Jin Chengfeng seemed to be at ease. His white clothes were not stained with a speck of dust, and the strange smile on his face seemed to be an endless mockery of Fan Yanmu.

"Fan Yanmu, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Stop struggling in vain. As long as you are willing to surrender and let me happily take off your mask, I may be merciful and spare your life."

Jin Chengfeng's words were full of contempt and provocation, and every word was like a sharp arrow, shooting into Fan Yanmu's heart.

When Fan Yanmu heard this, anger and pain mixed in his heart, and there was an undisguised bitterness in his sneer.

As the toxins raged in his body, a burning pain spread from his heart, and the bitter feeling rushed into his throat like a surging wave, eventually turning into a mouthful of thick black blood, gushing out from the corner of his mouth.

In the field of vision, Jin Chengfeng began to sway and overlap, like a candle flame about to go out in the night wind, foreshadowing the approach of death.

An alarm bell rang deep in Fan Yanmu's heart. He knew that if he could not find a rescue plan as soon as possible, he would surely die here.

Just when Jin Chengfeng saw the right moment and drew his sword again, intending to deliver a fatal blow, Fan Yanmu relied on his tenacious will, used his remaining strength to tightly grip the long sword and tried his best to resist.

Xiao Zhixue saw all of this.

She saw through Fan Yanmu's predicament and realized that this was not a simple injury, but poisoning and the toxicity was extremely severe, which obviously exceeded her usual cognition.

Continuing the fight would undoubtedly push Fan Yanmu into a deeper abyss.

At this critical moment, Xiao Zhixue and Ying Yi quickly exchanged glances, and with silent understanding, they decided to take action.

Ying Yi protected Xiao Zhixue, and the two of them approached Jin Chengfeng silently like the night wind. Just when Jin Chengfeng was getting too proud of himself, a whip shadow as fast as lightning accurately wrapped around his wrist.

Xiao Zhixue pulled hard, and Jin Chengfeng was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground with dust flying everywhere.

Seeing this, Jin Chengfeng cursed with resentment, but he also knew that the situation was unfavorable. He quickly used his Qinggong skills to avoid Xiao Zhixue's further attack, while not forgetting to leave a fierce threat to Fan Yanmu.

As he finished speaking, a hidden weapon cut through the night sky. The aftermath of the explosion and the rising smoke intertwined, submerging his figure, and he took the opportunity to escape.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and Jin Chengfeng disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a mess and deep hatred.

In addition to Xiao Zhixue's anger, she also felt helpless.

And when she noticed that Fan Yanmu was trying hard to stay awake and waiting for their arrival, her anxiety instantly turned into determination.

When Fan Yanmu saw the reinforcements, his tense spirit relaxed a little, but he had also exhausted his last bit of strength. His body went limp and he was about to fall down.

Ying Yi reacted quickly and supported him, his voice full of anxiety and determination: "Master, you must hold on!"

However, Fan Yanmu's consciousness has begun to blur, and it seems that he may fall into the abyss of darkness at any time.

Xiao Zhixue was calm and quick. She stepped forward to check Fan Yanmu's breath. Fortunately, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Then, she placed her fingertips lightly on his wrist and carefully felt his pulse, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The diagnosis result shocked her. The poison in Fan Yanmu was extremely complex and overbearing. If it was not treated in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, she decisively moved her fingers quickly and pressed several key acupoints, temporarily preventing the further spread of the toxin.

"We must take him away from here immediately and find a way to detoxify him."

Ying Yi carried the unconscious Fan Yanmu on his back and swiftly moved through the night, escaping from this dangerous place.

At this time, the pursuers from Xuan Yutang were coming like a tide. Xiao Zhixue knew that the lack of antidote would be a big problem, but in order to save Fan Yanmu, she vowed to overcome all the difficulties.

Time is running out, every minute and every second counts...

A group of disciples from Xuan Yu Tang, all with ferocious looks on their faces, their sleeves fluttering, their feet stepping on the dust, rushed over with unparalleled arrogance.

Xiao Zhixue frowned slightly, her eyes were sharp, and the whip in her hand was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. She swung it away with a "swish", leaving a sharp sound of breaking wind in the air, pointing directly at the aggressive enemies.

Although there were many Xuan Yu Tang disciples, their martial arts skills were mediocre. Facing Xiao Zhixue's lightning-fast skills and Ying Yi's calmness and ruthlessness, they were as vulnerable as fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

In just the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the two of them worked together and all the disciples of Xuanyu Hall fell to the ground one after another, and the courtyard returned to peace.

As they left, they walked along the narrow corridor, the candlelight on the walls on both sides swaying, reflecting the masterpieces left by the passing shadows.

The fallen enemies and scattered weapons silently tell of the fierce battle that just took place.

There was a hint of blood and victory in the air, and the surroundings were silent, as if telling them that the threat here had been completely eliminated.

Xiao Zhixue looked back at the courtyard that was once noisy but now peaceful again. Her eyes were deep and she thought to herself that she must not leave rashly and should make sure to leave no trouble behind.

So, she instructed Yingyi, "Take Fan Yanmu to evacuate through a safe route first. I'm going to take care of some personal matters and will be back soon."

Ying Yi's face changed slightly, and he was surprised that at this critical moment, she could still think of going to the bathroom, but he immediately realized that people have three urgent things to do, and if it weren't for Xiao Zhixue's wit and bravery today, this battle would never have ended so smoothly.

Ying Yi secretly admired him and nodded in agreement: "Miss Xiao, please hurry up. We will wait for your return by the carriage."

Xiao Zhixue waved her hand lightly and turned away swiftly. However, her goal was not the so-called "convenience", but to go straight to the secret warehouse of the Xuan Yu Tang branch.

She knew very well that as such a large branch of the organization, there must be a lot of money hidden in it.

With a precious space magic weapon in her possession, how could Xiao Zhixue miss any priceless items?

She first entered a dormitory that looked ordinary but was actually where low-level disciples of Xuan Yu Hall lived.