I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

At this critical moment, Chen Jue, Chen Jia and Wei Lang stood back to back and quickly discussed countermeasures.

Chen Jue said anxiously: "There are too many assassins, fighting head-on is not a solution!"

Chen Jia glanced at the pile of cloth on the ground and suddenly had an idea: "We can use these cloths to make a simple trap to delay the killer's attack."

Wei Lang nodded in agreement: "Good idea, let's do it quickly!"

The three of them quickly picked up the cloth, placed it at the door and some places where the killer might pass by, and tied some heavy objects to make a tripwire.

At this time, Gao Yan on the roof had a gloomy face and shouted frantically: "A bunch of rubbish, step up your attack and kill them immediately!"

Upon hearing the order, the killers came again like a tide.

The first batch of killers rushed into the house, completely unaware of the trap on the ground.

As soon as a killer stepped into the door, he was tripped by a tripwire, and then a heavy object fell down, smashing his head and causing bleeding.

Seeing this, another killer tried to avoid it, but accidentally stepped on another trap, his feet were entangled by the cloth, and he fell to the ground.

Chen Jue took the opportunity to rush forward and punched the fallen killer on the temple, knocking him unconscious.

Chen Jia was also ruthless. He swung the sword in his hand and stabbed a killer in the shoulder.

Wei Lang assisted from the side, using his dagger to disrupt the killer's actions.

However, the killers continued to arrive and the situation remained very serious.

In this dim and dilapidated house, dust was flying in the dim light, and a suffocating atmosphere of tension filled the air.

Jue, Chen Jia and Wei Lang clung to each other, their eyes filled with determination and resoluteness.

Chen Jue was the first to break the silence, gritting his teeth and saying, "Even if we have to fight to the death today, we must not let them succeed!"

Chen Jia clenched the sword tightly in her hand and shouted in a delicate voice: "Let's fight!"

Wei Lang's eyes were like torches, and he nodded in response: "Okay, let's have a good fight!"

Before he could finish his words, a group of killers pounced on him like wolves.

The wind was howling outside the house, making the windows creak, as if it was also wailing for this life-and-death battle.

Chen Jue rushed into the enemy camp as fast as lightning. His boxing skills were extremely powerful, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound.

A killer swung a knife at him, but Chen Jue dodged sideways and then elbowed him in the nose. The killer screamed and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Chen Jia has a light figure and sharp swordsmanship.

She swung her sword, the sword flowers flashed, and instantly stabbed the wrist of an assassin, causing his weapon to fall out of his hand.

Another assassin attacked from behind, but Chen Jia seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He turned around and swept his sword across, forcing the attacker back.

Broken tables and chairs flew everywhere during their fierce fight.

Wei Lang was not to be outdone. He swung the dagger in his hand up and down, fighting a desperate battle with the killers.

Although his martial arts skills were slightly inferior, he caused considerable trouble to the killers with his strong will.

Sweat kept dripping down his forehead, leaving small marks on the dusty ground.

The killers gathered in greater and greater numbers, and their attacks became more and more fierce.

Chen Jue had been wounded in many places, and his clothes were stained with blood, but his fighting spirit was not diminished at all, and he was still extremely brave.

The spider webs on the wall were shaking from the vibrations of the fight.

Chen Jia's physical strength was gradually depleted, but her swordsmanship was still precise, and each of her swords hit the enemy's vital points.

Her hair is messy, but it makes her look more heroic.

Wei Lang was careless and was hit on the shoulder by a killer. He groaned and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Chen Jia flew over and blocked the subsequent attacks for him.

The bloodstains on the ground seemed to tell of the brutality of the battle.

Just when they were almost exhausted, bursts of shouting and killing were heard in the distance, and reinforcements arrived like gods descending from the sky.

At this time, the dim moonlight poured down from the gaps in the dark clouds, casting a layer of cold light on the bloody battlefield.

The wind blew quietly, raising the dust and blood on the ground and bringing a hint of coolness.

Chen Jia's hair was disheveled and her face was stained with blood, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful appearance.

Her eyes were gentle and firm, revealing her relief and joy at surviving the disaster.

Wei Lang's clothes had been torn in many places, and the wounds were still oozing blood, with large patches of blood staining his clothes red.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Jia was filled with endless gratitude and deep concern.

Chen Jia panted slightly, looked at Wei Lang with gentle eyes, and said in a trembling but joyful voice: "We made it through."

Wei Lang gazed into Chen Jia's eyes affectionately: "Yes, we have survived a great disaster, so we will surely have good fortune in the future."

Chen Jia nodded gently, with a smile in her eyes: "Well, we are very lucky to be alive."

Wei Lang couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently wiped the blood off Chen Jia's face: "From now on, I will never let you fall into such a dangerous situation again."

Chen Jia held Wei Lang's hand tightly. "As long as we find Gao Yan and cut off Qing's spies in Daliang, we will be safe."

Gao Yan, who was on the roof, saw the reinforcements coming and cursed with trembling lips: "Damn it!"

Then he turned around and ran, not caring about the captured assassins. With the arrival of reinforcements, the situation turned around in an instant and the assassins were defeated one after another.

Chen Jue was panting on the side. He didn't even have time to rest and began to check the bodies of the dead men.

Seeing this, Wei Lang also squatted down to check together.

Suddenly, they found blue pigment on the assassin's hands, which looked like the dye from a dye shop.

Chen Jia remembered that she had once commissioned a master to dye azure cloth, and she felt something was wrong: "Oh no, I recognize this dye. I asked the master to dye the cloth with it. Come with me and take a look."

So Chen Jia took the reinforcements to the master's place, but found that the place was empty.

Chen Jia thought about what the master looked like and drew an image of him.

Wei Lang analyzed that someone had interfered with Chen Jia's dowry shop, and perhaps the farmhand and the shopkeeper were Gao Yan's people.

So Chen Jue and Wei Lang took people from the Dali Temple to investigate Chen Jia's shop.

They returned to the shop again and re-examined the details that they had previously overlooked.

Finally, some obscure records were found in an old account book.

The handwriting of the record was deliberately crooked, as if deliberately avoiding the scrutiny of others.

Some of the numbers have been blurred due to the alterations and only careful observation can reveal the clues.

The original numbers seemed to have been carefully and periodically altered, with some new alterations covering the old ones and others cleverly obscured by ink stains.

There are some strange symbols marked next to them, some of which look like animal patterns, such as an abstract fox or an eagle with its wings spread;

Some are irregular geometric shapes, such as a weird combination of triangles and circles, which are completely confusing.

There were also a few pages with burn marks on the edges, leaving only incomplete words.

One of the passages mentions "cargo transportation," but there is no clear record of whether the cargo is jewelry, silk, or other items, how much, or where it is being shipped.

Another place said "secret handover", but it did not specify the specific time of the handover, whether it was day or night, where the handover would take place, or to whom it would be handed over.

In addition, an unknown place name "Blackwater Bay" was mentioned.

Chen Jia looked at the account book in confusion, "It seems that the Yang family really has a long hand."