After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

"Why would he want to sleep so hard? There are two beautiful girls in the car. How can he sleep peacefully? I think he is probably enjoying himself in there secretly."

"Wang Mazi?"

He shouted, but the carriage was dead silent and there was no response.

The two robbers cursed, their dissatisfaction and jealousy almost overflowing: "How dare you enjoy it all by yourself? We haven't even tasted the freshness yet!"

They never expected that at this moment, Wang Mazi had already lost his life silently, and the two seemingly weak young ladies in the carriage were still in a drowsy state due to the effect of the drug and could not wake up in a short period of time. For the robbers, just a slight pinch could put their lives on the line.

The robber pulled the reins angrily, and the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Then he kicked open the door and rushed into the carriage aggressively.

However, what was waiting for him was not the expected prey, but the stiff body of Wang Mazi lying in the narrow carriage.

The robber was so frightened by this scene that his eyes widened. Just as he was stunned, a sudden burst of powder came towards him, completely blurring his vision. "Ah!"

He was completely unprepared and howled loudly in agony from the sudden attack.

In the blink of an eye, Cui Rong seized the opportunity and kicked him off the carriage.

The robber covered his eyes in pain, screamed and fell to the ground heavily, without even seeing the shadow of the attacker.

The robber with the round head was outside and was so frightened that he muttered to himself in confusion, "What...what's going on?"

At this moment, Cui Rongrong's voice came from the car, with a hint of weakness and pleading: "Help..."

The round-headed robber mistakenly thought that he was an accomplice who wanted to rob him, so he rushed into the carriage. All he saw was Wang Mazi's cold body and Xie Xiuzhu, who was curled up on the side, pale, trembling and crying. Her eyes were full of helplessness and fear.

At this moment, all the strategies and courage seemed to be gathered in this small carriage, becoming the only hope for the two to escape the shackles of fate.

"Who is it that committed this murder?!"

The fat-headed robber's voice was deafening, his eyes were wide open, like an enraged beast, pointing directly at Xie Xiuzhu beside him. Every word of his question was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts.

Xie Xiuzhu felt as if she had been electrocuted. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Her trembling body was like a leaf in the wind. She shook her head desperately. Her cheeks were pale and her eyes were filled with indescribable fear. "He...he himself, suddenly, seemed to have lost all his vitality... He died..."

Her voice almost broke as she spoke, as if it took great courage to even say these words.

Upon hearing this, the fat-headed robber was half-believing and half-doubting, but he hurriedly leaned over to verify Wang Mazi's situation. Unexpectedly, the air behind him suddenly solidified, and a cold light, like a cunning snake shadow, silently penetrated the dullness of the night.

The sharp blade swept across, like a butcher cutting an ox, easily cutting his rough neck. Blood gushed out, instantly staining the ground red.

"Well……"

Before the pain completely overflowed from his throat, he was no longer able to hold on, and his huge body fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, staring at the girl in front of him holding a sharp blade - Cui Rong.

A few spots of blood dotted her pure and elegant face, adding a strange charm to it. Her cold eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any emotional fluctuations, as if she was just carrying out an insignificant task.

Until his death, the fat-headed robber could not believe that he would fall into the hands of a seemingly frail woman. It was an indescribable shame and unwillingness.

Xie Xiuzhu was stunned by the scene before her. Her whole body was shaking like a sieve. She covered her ears with her hands helplessly, as if trying to isolate herself from all the horror and reality.

"Hurry up and take care of these. There are so many of them, they will catch up sooner or later."

Cui Rongrong's voice was calm, almost indifferent. She casually threw the bloody knife aside, her eyes revealing a determination beyond her age.

"Okay... okay."

The desire to survive finally overwhelmed the fear. Xie Xiuzhu suppressed the fear in her heart and worked with Cui Rongrong to quickly move the two bodies from the car and threw them into the grass on the side of the road.

Just as they finished all this, the faint sound of horse hooves approached in the distance. Xie Xiuzhu looked at Cui Rong expectantly, with a faint light flashing in her eyes: "Yes, are the government officials here to rescue us?"

However, Cui Rongrong's expression became even more serious: "No, this place is too remote, the government can't arrive so quickly. Those who came are probably the accomplices of those robbers."

This sentence was like a cold water poured over her head. Xie Xiuzhu's body stiffened instantly and her face turned pale: "Then, then what should we do..."

Faced with Xie Xiuzhu's helplessness, Cui Rongrong made a quick decision.

She pulled the reins of the carriage hard, swung the whip in her hand accurately and powerfully, and drove quickly into the mountains.

The mountain road is rugged and the way down the mountain has been blocked. The only way is to head towards the top of the mountain to find a glimmer of hope.

Xie Xiuzhu curled up in a corner of the carriage, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of Cui Rongrong's clothes, as if that was her only support at the moment. Her tear-stained face looked extremely fragile: "You, how can you have such courage and determination?"

Cui Rongrong's expression was as calm as water, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "When people are in desperate situations, they can often inspire courage that they have never imagined."

These words are both a self-talk and a review of the past.

Recalling the stormy night when she escaped from the Xu Mansion, she had made up her mind and personally dealt with the old servant who was arranged by her stepmother to spy on her and her brother.

If he had not been so cruel, he might have become a wandering ghost under the earth long ago.

Xie Xiuzhu looked at Cui Rong's calm and unfamiliar eyes, and a chill rose in her heart.

In my memory, the meek and timid Xu Wanru always lived with her head down and her face down under the shadow of the Xie Mansion.

Now, such a gentle woman could actually make such a bold and resolute move. It was unbelievable, but at the same time, it made her feel an inexplicable sense of security and dependence.

At this brink of life and death, it was Cui Rong's decisiveness and ruthlessness that allowed Xie Xiuzhu to see a glimmer of hope for survival, and she unconsciously snuggled up to him a little closer.

The carriage finally stopped at the edge of a cliff, with the road ahead cut off. Xie Xiuzhu's voice trembled as she tightly grasped Cui Rongrong's arm, her eyes full of helplessness: "What should I do? The road is gone."

Cui Rongrong looked around, got out of the car calmly, and walked into the depths of the forest holding Xie Xiuzhu's hand: "I have already scattered some valuables on the road. The news of your disappearance will soon attract a city-wide search by the government. At the latest, they will follow the trail tomorrow. As long as we hide in the mountains and survive tonight, we will have a chance to escape."