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Tonight is the new moon night, the moon is hidden, the sky is dark, the candlelight is extinguished, and the whole yard is plunged into thick darkness.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, so the slightest sound seemed particularly clear in the darkness.

Shu Changyu suddenly turned his head and looked towards the dark outside of the house.

Song Yan also sensed danger, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"There is movement." Shu Changyu replied briefly.

At this moment, the guards on duty outside became alert instantly, and An Wu immediately signaled everyone to be on guard.

Suddenly, several dark shadows jumped down from the roof and rushed towards the house they were in like ghosts.

The guards drew their swords and rushed forward, the sound of swords clashing echoing in the night sky.

Inside the room, Shu Changyu was still sitting lazily leaning on the chair, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him. He even had his eyes slightly closed, about to fall asleep.

Song Yan was extremely nervous, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, and asked restlessly, "Will they be in trouble?"

Shu Changyu lazily raised his eyelids: "If they can't even handle this many people, what's the point of having them?"

The black shadow kept approaching the house, and Secret Five and Secret Ten quickly returned to defend and blocked the door.

Their eyes were grim, their weapons were tightly gripped, and they stared at the dark shadows intently.

Seeing that their way forward was blocked, the black shadows did not retreat, but instead launched a more fierce attack.

The Dark Five Swords were like swimming dragons, drawing sharp arcs in the air and colliding with the black shadow's weapons, creating sparks.

And An Shi was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, emitting a menacing cold light, and blood splattered wherever the blade passed.

Unlike An Wu's fierce sword, An Shi's fighting style was more ruthless and resolute. He mercilessly killed the enemy without any hesitation or mercy.

In his eyes, there is only one goal: to protect his master.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, suddenly, another group of dark shadows came from all directions like dark clouds.

There were more of these shadows, swarming in like locusts.

Gradually, more and more guards were injured and fell down, and the situation became increasingly critical.

Shu Changyu stood up, his eyes changing from casual to sharp.

Song Yan followed him without hesitation and walked out the door together.

With the faint light of the fire in the dark night, Song Yan saw chaos in the yard, with swords flashing and blood splattering.

His face turned pale instantly, and the hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing Shu Changyu coming out, the black shadow's attack became more frantic, as if it was stimulated and pounced on them desperately.

An Wu retreated in front of Shu Changyu and Song Yan, his face grim. He swung his sword to block wave after wave of attacks.

Dark shadows kept falling under his sword, but more dark shadows came like a tide.

An Shi's eyes became even colder, and he rushed towards the shadow like a tireless killing machine. Every time he swung his sword, he was filled with endless killing intent, and blood kept splashing around him.

This was the first time that Song Yan saw someone die in front of him at such a close distance. He clenched his teeth, the smell of blood filled the air, and his stomach churned.

The black shadow's attack became more and more fierce, and An Wu suffered several new wounds on his body.

Finally, Shu Changyu moved, put his hands on his waist, and with a "clang" sound, the soft sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

He tilted his head and said to Song Yan, "You stay here."

Song Yan nodded nervously: "Be careful."

Shu Changyu nodded, and his dark pupils showed a sharp light.

He was dressed in black, as if blending into the endless night.

The Jiushao Sword seemed to come to life in his hand, with sword shadows flickering and cold light everywhere.

Song Yan watched anxiously at the door, wanting to help but not knowing what she could do.

The bloody smell became stronger and stronger. Song Yan endured the discomfort in her stomach and did not dare to take her eyes off Shu Changyu for a moment.

He touched the wrist guard on his wrist.

And An Wu was still guarding outside the door, resisting the influx of dark shadows.

Seeing that there were several more wounds on his body, Song Yan gritted her teeth and decided not to sit there and wait for death.

He squatted cautiously behind the half-open door, his eyes once again falling on the wrist guard, which was the only weapon he could rely on at the moment.

Then he raised his wrist, feeling the cold metal texture of the wristband, and an inexplicable courage surged in his heart.

Suddenly, a black shadow took advantage of An Wu's unpreparedness and approached quietly from the side. The sharp blade in his hand flashed with cold light and was about to stab An Wu.

Song Yan's heart was beating very fast, but at this moment he did not hesitate at all. He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then decisively pressed the mechanism on the wristband.

A short arrow flew out with a whoosh, streaking a cold light in the night. The short arrow accurately hit the black shadow's shoulder.

The black shadow paused slightly.

An Wu reacted immediately, swung the sword in his hand, and ended his life.

Then he turned around and looked at Song Yan. Song Yan gestured to him, indicating that An Wu should keep going and that he would provide support from the rear.

With Song Yan's hidden weapon support, An Wu's pressure was greatly reduced.

Shu Changyu also gradually stabilized the situation, and the number of black shadows gradually decreased.

Finally, the black shadows realized that the game was hopeless and began to retreat. They turned around and ran away, but how could Shu Changyu let them escape so easily?

The Jiushao sword in Shu Changyu's hand exuded a cold murderous intent. He looked at the black shadows coldly, as if he was looking at a group of ants that were destined to die.

Finally, the last black shadow fell under Shu Changyu's sword.

The blood on the sword had not yet dried, and it slowly dripped down the sword, blooming into dark red flowers on the ground.

"Huff, huff--" Song Yan breathed heavily, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

His wrist was numb. He had been too tense just now, and now he was a little weak. He shook his wrist, held onto the door, and slowly stood up.

An Wu leaned against the wall tiredly, blood oozing from the wounds on his body. Song Yan hurriedly walked forward, took out a bottle of golden wound medicine from his arms and handed it to him.

"Apply the medicine quickly."

An Wu was stunned for a moment, then took the medicine bottle and whispered a thank you.

Song Yan glanced across the yard. The ground was filled with dark shadows and the bodies of guards. The smell of blood was still so strong that it made people feel sick.

Then, his eyes fell on Shu Changyu who was not far away. The torn corners of his black clothes were soaked with blood, appearing a deep dark red under the dim light.

His black hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, a few strands were blown by the night wind and stuck to his blood-stained but still pale face, adding a bit of charm.

He tilted his head slightly, revealing his slender neck. There was a faint trace of blood on it, like a red silk thread, adding a touch of dangerous beauty to him.

Song Yan stared at him in a daze. Shu Changyu in front of her was like the red spider lily growing by the dark river in the underworld, weird and dangerous.

It made him feel nervous, but also made him want to get closer. The dangerous aura was like a magnet, firmly attracting him.

When Song Yan first saw him killing a madman, Shu Changyu was so frightening and yet full of fatal attraction that day.

This time, Song Yan did not hesitate at all and ran towards him like a gust of wind.

"Shu Changyu!"

Just as Shu Changyu was about to open his hands to catch it, Song Yan had already crashed into his arms. Feeling the cold breath on his body that had not yet dissipated, his heart beating like a drum.

Shu Changyu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and gently embraced Song Yan.

The two of them seemed to be in a world of their own in this blood-filled yard.