The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

The melodious sound of the flute was like a sharp knife, instantly tearing the tranquility of the night sky. It was like a call from ancient times, circling and echoing over the villa with desolation and solemnity.

The sound of the flute is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable; sometimes it is low and gentle, but it contains murderous intent and makes people shudder.

Ghost's heart trembled suddenly. He was very familiar with this flute sound. It was the unique sound of the Moon Wolf Flute made of Tianshan Cold Jade. And the owner of this voice was none other than... No, it was impossible. Xi Xiang couldn't possibly be with the Great Zhou...

"Damn it! But, what I heard was definitely the Moon Wolf Whistle! Could it be..." A terrible thought flashed through the mind of "Ghost", and his face turned pale in an instant.

He suddenly looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw Cen Jiexiao dressed in white, standing on a high platform like a ghost, holding several highly reflective mirrors in her hands.

The moonlight cast a silver glow on her, making her look even more cold and dangerous. An icy arc curved up the corners of Cen Jiexiao's mouth, and a chilling light gleamed in her deep eyes.

At this moment, the Moon Wolf Flute sounded again.

The sound of the flute became more urgent, like thousands of troops galloping, or like the calm before a storm, foreshadowing that a bigger storm was about to come.

"I've fallen into a trap!" "Ghost" cursed in his heart. He knew that he had fallen into Cen Jiexiao's trap, but he was not willing to surrender like this.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for an escape route.

However, it was too late.

As the sound of Sister Cen's flute changed, flames suddenly shot up into the sky from the woods surrounding the villa. Countless torches lit up like stars, illuminating the originally dark woods as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred archers in black tights filed out from the woods, each of them holding a powerful bow and crossbow, their arrows flashing with cold light, full of murderous intent. They surrounded the entire yard like an iron barrel, with no way out.

"Shoot!" Cen Jiexiao's voice was like a death warrant from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and ruthless.

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired, the sound of breaking through the air resounded through the clouds, and dense arrows poured down like a rainstorm, blocking all the retreat routes of the "ghost".

"Ghost" is indeed a top assassin, with extremely fast reaction. He moves like a ghost, moving freely in the rain of arrows, and no arrow can get close to him.

"You think you can trap me with such a trivial trick?" The "ghost" sneered, waving the long sword in his hand, cutting off the arrows shot at his face one by one. At the same time, he pointed his toes and rose from the ground, trying to escape directly over the courtyard wall.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

At this moment, two figures flew out from the darkness like lightning and blocked the way of the "ghost".

Yu Lan and Xiao Man flew out from the darkness and blocked the way of the "ghost".

Yu Lan was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, holding a long sword with a cold gleam, the blade reflecting the coldness in the moonlight. Her movements were agile and her moves were sharp, each sword aimed directly at the vital points of the "ghost".

The ghost figure jumped back in a panic, barely avoiding Yu Lan's sword thrust towards his face. However, Yu Lan's attack was as continuous as a violent storm, and the flashing sword light forced him to retreat again and again.

Xiao Man, dressed in black, blended seamlessly into the night. The swallowtail dagger in her hand flew between her fingertips, appearing and disappearing, making her unpredictable. Her figure was ghostly and erratic, seemingly without any pattern, but she always managed to appear in the blind spot of the "ghost" at the critical moment, disrupting his offensive with a single blow, distracting him from concentrating on dealing with Yu Lan's sharp sword moves.

The "ghost" punched Yu Lan back and was about to turn to deal with Xiao Man, who was attacking from behind, but unexpectedly, Xiao Man's figure flashed and disappeared from his sight. Just as he was in doubt, he heard a sudden sound of breaking air. He subconsciously dodged to the side, barely avoiding Xiao Man's dagger, which was stabbed from a tricky angle.

Faced with the two's pincer attack, "Ghost Shadow" was filled with both shock and anger. He had never imagined that Cen Jiexiao, seemingly weak, was actually so meticulous and calculated, setting such a tight net to trap him. What further infuriated him was that the archers hidden in the shadows seemed to be able to read his thoughts, predicting his moves every time, leaving him with nowhere to hide and only passively accepting the blows, completely at a disadvantage.

"Damn woman, who are you?" The "ghost" roared, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Cen Jiexiao angrily, and asked with gritted teeth.

"Want to know who I am? Then go to hell and ask the King of Hell!" Cen Jiexiao sneered, and waved the bronze mirror in her hand. More than a dozen arrows shot towards the light spots reflecting the moonlight on the bronze mirror, and went straight to the lower three paths of the "ghost".

The "ghost" was unable to dodge and was hit in the thigh by an arrow. He groaned, staggered, and almost fell off the wall.

"Opportunity!" Seeing this, Yu Lan's eyes flashed, and the long sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, piercing the "ghost"'s chest.

The "ghost" was horrified and wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only watch the long sword pierce his heart.

"Ding!" At the critical moment, the "ghost shadow" swung his sword horizontally, barely blocking Yu Lan's fatal blow. However, the force of Yu Lan's sword was so immense that even though he blocked the blow, the huge force still made him fall back several steps, slamming heavily against the courtyard wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough..." "Ghost" covered his chest and coughed violently, his eyes full of resentment, "Okay, okay, you guys wait, I will come back..." After saying that, he didn't want to fight anymore, he took out a black ball from his arms and smashed it to the ground.

The moment the black ball landed, it was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves. A deafening explosion echoed through the night sky, and the flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard shook violently under the powerful shockwave, breaking off fragile branches and leaves, scattering them to the ground. A thick black smoke rose from the center of the explosion, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth agape, greedily devouring everything around it. A suffocating stench quickly filled the air.

"Oh no! It's poisonous!" Yu Lan, acutely aware of the strangeness in the air, suddenly felt her expression change, and she cried out in shock almost unconsciously. She quickly held her breath, covering her mouth and nose with one hand while her other hand firmly grasped Xiao Man's arm, leading her quickly backward, away from the strange black smoke.

Although Xiaoman's martial arts skills were not as good as Yulan's, he also realized the critical situation. He suppressed the surging blood and energy in his body, followed Yulan's footsteps closely, and quickly evacuated to a safe area.

Thick black smoke obscured the sky, shrouding the entire courtyard in a suffocating darkness. It was pitch dark, and the pungent smell constantly irritated Yu Lan and Xiao Man's respiratory tracts. They felt their throats itchy and couldn't help coughing violently.

Yu Lan was extremely anxious, but she knew that the more she faced this situation, the more she couldn't lose her composure. She endured the discomfort and tried to stay calm. While observing the surroundings, she whispered to Xiao Man, "Be careful, this smoke is poisonous!"

Xiaoman nodded vigorously to show that she understood.

As time passed, the black smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the devastated courtyard. The once exquisite and elegant courtyard was now ravaged beyond recognition, its walls shattered and devastated. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, making one nauseated.