The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Wen Qingcheng was wearing protective inner armor, which was invulnerable to swords and spears, but she was still in great pain after being hit hard by him. She had to hold on to the table beside her to barely stand.

Seeing that Wen Qingcheng was unharmed, the young man stabbed again. Wen Qingcheng raised the crossbow in his hand and shot at his face. Unexpectedly, the young man reacted very quickly and dodged. Wen Qingcheng shot again and again, and finally one of the crossbow arrows hit him right between the eyebrows.

The young man's eyes widened, wanting to kill Wen Qingcheng, but he took a few steps and fell heavily to the ground. Wen Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. This man was a major general, and he became a general at such a young age. He must be a man of status. If he committed suicide, someone would surely track him down soon. The two rebels had seen her, so they could no longer stay in the city.

Since the Hidden Bat has escaped safely, he should be able to protect himself. It would be better to escape from the city first, wait for the rebels to leave, and then come back to look for the Hidden Bat slowly.

Wen Qingcheng hid everywhere, watching the rebels loot all the property in the city, and then set fire to the haystacks and houses, and soon there were sharp screams. Some people hiding in the haystacks were forced out, and after coming out, they fled in panic, but they could not outrun the rebels' arrows, and they were killed one by one on the street.

There were also countless innocent souls burned to death in those houses. The entire Jiangling City was shrouded in dark clouds, as if resentment was lingering.

Wen Qingcheng had been disguising herself as a corpse and overheard people saying that people from the Jiangnan camp were coming. Their commander said that they would gather the troops tomorrow and continue their march north, and tonight would be the final carnival.

Wen Qingcheng was relieved to know that they would not continue to kill people. That night, until the early morning, the streets were brightly lit and there were night patrols everywhere. In addition to looking for Ye, they were also looking for Wen Qingcheng.

The murder of the young general had been exposed, and the rebels searched everywhere, killing all teenage boys without exception.

Unable to find her, the rebels began to burn the bodies on the street, and raging fires were everywhere. Wen Qingcheng was burned by the heat wave and could not bear it and climbed out from the pile of people.

After looking around and seeing no horses, he suddenly remembered that there was a small energy vehicle in the space, which he had used when escaping from the apocalypse. He immediately took it out from the space and sat on it, which also completely exposed Wen Qingcheng. Someone shouted, "Chase!"

Wen Qingcheng stepped on the accelerator and sped towards a road, pursued by soldiers on fast horses. Wen Qingcheng didn't know the road, nor did she know where she ran to, a rugged mountainous area. Her car was used in the city in her previous life, and the wheels sank into the bumpy dirt road.

Helplessly, Wen Qingcheng had to pack up the car and run on foot. The pursuers arrived on horseback, and Wen Qingcheng climbed up the cliff with nowhere to escape. There was a turbulent river below, and if he jumped down, he would surely die.

The rebels rushed over, and one of them was the one who had held her hostage in the inn. He recognized Wen Qingcheng at a glance. "It's him!"

Wen Qingcheng saw that the pursuers were coming to catch her. If she was caught, she would be skinned and her tendons pulled out, which would be very miserable. She made up her mind, closed her eyes and jumped into the turbulent black water under the cliff.

The moment she fell into the water, Wen Qingcheng felt as if she had fallen onto a concrete floor. Her whole body was about to shatter. She fainted immediately. When she woke up again, it was broad daylight. She was washed onto a river beach and a drizzle was falling around her.

Wen Qingcheng coughed violently, and a lot of dirty water sprayed out of her mouth and nose. She looked around and saw that there was no one here, so she felt relieved and took out the anti-inflammatory medicine from the space. She sat cross-legged on the grass and regulated her breathing for a long time before she felt better. However, she was in the turbulent river and her clothes were torn by sharp stones. There were scars of varying sizes on her arms, back, and legs. There was also a cut on her wrist, which had been soaked in the river and turned white.

Wen Qingcheng took out the small energy car from the space again and sat in it to avoid getting wet in the rain. She also took out the disinfection tools from the space and disinfected them carefully.

Now, she didn't know where to go. She had lost her map and didn't know the way. She was drifting down the river. Who knew what the current situation of Jiangling City was like? She had survived a disaster and saved her life, so she didn't dare to go back for a while.

Wen Qingcheng simply drew lots to decide, and immediately found a piece of paper from the space, wrote down eight directions, rolled the paper into a ball, pulled one out at random, and opened it to see that it was northwest.

Wen Qingcheng found the compass from the space again, confirmed the direction, and slowly drove her small energy car to the northwest.

After running for more than ten kilometers, he didn't see any villages or cities. In the rain and fog, he only saw a dilapidated temple. Wen Qingcheng was tired and hungry at the moment, so he planned to take shelter from the rain and eat something.

Wen Qingcheng put the car into the space and ran into the temple. The temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and the paint on the outer wall was mottled. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, the main hall was dark, and the door frame was covered with spider webs. The ground was damp and it seemed to be leaking.

When Wen Qingcheng walked in, a damp smell hit her in the face. The statues in the hall were gone, and it seemed that this place had been abandoned for a long time.

Only when she relaxed did she feel the wounds all over her body start to hurt. She found a clean place to sit down and took out water and food from the space. After eating and drinking, she was about to take out dry clothes from the space to change into clothes, when she suddenly realized that there was someone behind her. Before Wen Qingcheng could look back, she felt a chill on her neck, and a dagger with a cold glow was placed on her neck.

Wen Qingcheng was startled out of nowhere and took a breath of cold air. She was so unlucky. It was okay that she didn’t have the halo of the protagonist, but was this hell mode?

"I'm a passerby, coming here to take shelter from the rain. Calm down first, hero." Wen Qingcheng didn't dare to irritate him. She slowly moved her neck and tilted her face to the side. Only then did she see the man behind her clearly. He was in his twenties, with a face as sharp as a knife, a pair of sword-like eyebrows as dark as paint brushes, mysterious black eyes like deep pools, a high nose bridge, and an extraordinary and heroic appearance. He was wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe with tight sleeves, but there was an arrow tip sticking out from the left chest, and the robe was stained with blood. It was an arrow shot from the back that pierced his body forward.

Wen Qingcheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He was injured, and it was not so easy for him to kill her. At this time, she looked into his deep eyes, which were dull. Could he be blind?

"Anyone who sees me will die. If you want to blame someone, just blame your bad luck today." The man in fancy clothes said coldly.

Wen Qingcheng would not let him kill her. Who did he think he was? Would he die if he saw him? Wen Qingcheng looked around and saw that he was the only one there. Then she calmly took out the silver needle hidden between her fingers and swung her hand. The man in the fancy clothes was pierced in a major acupuncture point and fell to the ground with numbness all over his body.

Wen Qingcheng smiled sarcastically and kicked the man in fancy clothes. "You think you can kill me? But whether I kill you or not depends on my mood. Also, your luck seems to be worse today."

The man in fancy clothes frowned in disbelief and tried to move, but his body did not obey his command. His pale lips opened and closed, and he asked weakly, "Who are you?"