Time Travel: The Survival of Li Zhi

When Cheng Fengzi, Mingyue and a group of yamen runners hurriedly arrived, what they saw was a chaotic scene.

The scene was in a mess, with tables and chairs toppled over and items scattered all over the floor, as if a fierce fight had just taken place.

Cheng Fengzi's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he quickly scanned the surroundings, not missing any details. He tried to find any clues about the thief in this chaos.

At this time, a man's weak voice came from the side.

The man was covered in blood, obviously injured, and his face was pale. Although he didn't know Cheng Fengzi's identity, he could tell from the respectful attitude of the yamen runners towards Cheng Fengzi that Cheng Fengzi was the leader of this group of people.

The man endured the pain and said to Cheng Fengzi, "Sir, the thief sneaked into my house. When I saw him, he started fighting with me without saying a word. I fought back hard and although I was stabbed, I also injured him. He is seriously injured and should not be able to run far."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Fengzi's sharp eyes immediately fell on the man, and he asked without hesitation: "Did he take away the weapon he stabbed you with?"

The man was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Cheng Fengzi to ask such a question. However, after a little thought, he quickly replied: "My Lord, he took the weapon away."

Cheng Fengzi nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand and gently wiped the man's wound. His hand was covered with blood. He put his hand close to his nose and sniffed carefully, as if he was trying to capture some special information from the bloody smell.

Then, Cheng Fengzi slowly closed his eyes, his nose moving slightly in the air, like a hound tracking its prey, concentrating on feeling the lingering scent in the air.

Everything around him seemed to be still, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his next move.

After a while, Cheng Fengzi suddenly opened his eyes, with a flash of excitement and determination in his eyes. He turned to Mingyue and said, "Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out in one direction like an arrow.

Mingyue's eyes lit up. He knew that Cheng Fengzi must have found the key clue. Without any hesitation, he immediately ran and followed Cheng Fengzi's steps closely.

Upon seeing this, a group of yamen runners quickly formed a team and followed the two men, chasing in the direction of the target. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the street, breaking the original silence.

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Zhang Zhou's face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

His teeth were chattering and the muscles on his face were twisted with anger, making him look hideous.

In fact, from the very beginning, he had vaguely sensed that Qian Er's behavior was a little strange, but no matter what, he couldn't believe that Qian Er, who had known him for many years, had been with him since childhood, and had always been loyal to him, would actually betray him at the critical moment.

Looking back, they struggled on the streets together and went through countless difficult years.

At that time, Qian Er obeyed his orders. As long as he gave an order, Qian Er would carry it out without hesitation without asking the reason.

And he never treated Qian Er badly, even when they were in the most desperate times. At that time, they could not even afford food and clothing, but whenever Zhang Zhou had a bite to eat, he would always leave half for Qian Er.

Zhang Zhou originally thought that there was no need to explain the friendship between them.

However, the reality is so cruel.

When Zhang Zhou turned over and entered the house, he keenly realized that something was wrong.

Because, in that room, Zhang Zhou clearly heard a man's voice coming from inside.

But at that time, he had not yet suspected Qian Er. He only guessed that maybe the rich businessman came to visit suddenly, or maybe the woman had another love affair and secretly hid a man in the house.

Now that I'm here, I might as well make the best of it, Zhang Zhou thought. I've already taken the risk to come in, and I must not return empty-handed.

After all, what Qian Er said before made sense. They could no longer stay in Yanling City. They were currently wanted. If they did not have any money, even if they managed to escape from Yanling City, their future would be difficult.

Moreover, there were yamen runners setting up checkpoints along the way for inspection. Without money to bribe them, they might not even be able to leave the city gate of Yanling City.

With this idea in mind, Zhang Zhou decided to give it a try.

Although he had been on the run for many days and his body and mind were at the limit, his desire to survive and his thirst for money forced him to continue.

But fate always seems to play tricks on us.

Zhang Zhou was careless and accidentally made a noise.

The subtle movement seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet house and was instantly heard by the man in the house.

Zhang Zhou knew something was wrong at that moment, but it was too late to dodge.

The man ran out of the house. Zhang Zhou knew that the matter could no longer be concealed and could not be easily resolved.

So, he took a gamble and rushed towards the man desperately, fighting a desperate battle.

In the fierce confrontation, Zhang Zhou seized the opportunity and stabbed the other party with the sharp knife in his hand. However, due to his lack of strength and slow reaction, he was hit on the head by the object swung by the man.

The noise of fighting grew louder and louder, soon attracting the attention of people around.

Zhang Zhou knew very well that he must not continue fighting at this moment, otherwise if someone reported to the authorities, he would be in a desperate situation.

So, he endured the severe pain in his head, turned around, broke open the door, and ran outside.

When he fled the house in a panic, expecting to see Qian Er, or see the signal that Qian Er had left behind as agreed in advance, he found that there was nothing around.

At that moment, Zhang Zhou's heart sank to the bottom. He finally understood that he was ruthlessly betrayed by Qian Er, the man he once regarded as his brother in life and death.

Although his heart was filled with grief and anger, Zhang Zhou still had a strong desire to survive and was not willing to be captured like this.

He was like a wounded beast that still fought desperately, running forward desperately.

The sound of the wind whistled past my ears, and everything around me turned into a blur of light and shadow.

As he ran wildly, blood continued to gush out from the wound on his head, like a winding stream, flowing freely along his forehead and cheeks, soon dyeing his entire face red, making him look both hideous and terrifying.

Slowly, every step he took required tremendous effort, and the panting sound from his chest became heavier, like the dull sound of an old bellows unable to bear the weight.

My legs seemed to be filled with lead, becoming heavier and heavier, and it was so difficult to lift them every time.

His physical strength was rapidly draining away, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

Finally, at a certain moment, his feet went soft, as if he was stepping on empty space. Without any warning, he fell heavily to the ground like a piece of dead wood, splashing up a cloud of dust.

His body curled up on the ground, unconscious. The noise around him gradually faded away, leaving only dead silence.