The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

As the sharp and urgent command rang out, like a thunderbolt piercing the night sky, those mysterious men in black garb rushed towards the dilapidated temple like a surging tide. In the blink of an eye, the originally spacious space was suddenly filled with a dark mass of people, appearing extremely narrow and crowded.

Fengying held Ru Yue tightly behind him, carefully avoiding the black-clad men who were rushing around, and slowly moved towards the wall where there were relatively fewer people, step by step.

At this time, An Er and Chu Ning'an had already started fighting with this group of uninvited guests. The flashes of swords and the shadows of knives were intertwined, and the shouts of killing resounded through the sky.

However, the number of men in black was simply too great, as dense as a swarm of locusts. It was practically impossible for An Er and Chu Ning'an alone to take care of everyone present.

At this critical moment, An Yi, who had been hiding in the darkness, could no longer suppress his anxiety. He flashed and jumped out from the chaotic battle like a ghost, joining the fierce battle, trying to share the huge pressure faced by An Er and Chu Ning'an.

At that moment, Chu Ning'an, concerned for Uncle Ma's safety, was about to withdraw and rush to his rescue. Unexpectedly, the seemingly indifferent old man, who usually focused on driving the cart, suddenly displayed astonishing strength. Armed with a thick wooden stick, he nimbly countered the attacks of the four men in black, not only showing no weakness but also handling them with ease, leaving them helpless to defend themselves.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ning'an couldn't help but secretly marvel: "This old man in the martial arts world is really a hidden talent!" But at the same time, he was completely relieved because Uncle Ma was temporarily safe, and he could devote himself wholeheartedly to the life-and-death battle in front of him.

Ru Yue clung tightly to Feng Ying's back, her body trembling slightly as she clutched the small, sharp dagger tightly. She knew nothing about martial arts, but with her fierceness and cunning, she would rush forward without hesitation to deliver a fatal blow to isolated and injured enemies. This seemingly insignificant action allowed her to silently and successfully slash the necks of several people.

However, facing so many powerful enemies, even their men, with their extraordinary skills, gradually began to feel overwhelmed. The number of these men in black seemed endless. As soon as they killed one group, new ones immediately filled the gap, and the flow never stopped. Gradually, wounds began to appear on their men, and blood stained their clothes.

Ru Yue watched the battle unfold with utter anxiety, feeling a sense of helplessness. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her mind: "Sister, quickly sprinkle this medicine into the fire! Hurry!" Ru Yue's spirits instantly lifted at the sound of this voice, for it was the message from Ah Ling, her constant companion and spiritual connection.

Without hesitation, Ru Yue quickly reached into her sleeve pocket and pulled out a delicate porcelain vase. But when she looked around, she was stunned—all around her was a dense mass of people, engaged in a fierce struggle. If she tried to cross this chaotic battlefield and reach the crucial fire on her own, she would likely be hacked to pieces before she could even take a few steps.

The deafening cries of killing, the sharp clash of swords, and the chaotic and noisy sound of footsteps intertwined, shattering the original tranquility of the night and making it seem even more solemn and dignified. Ru Yue stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, watching the men covered in wounds, their clothes stained red with blood.

Knowing time was running out, Ru Yue cautiously tried to stand up and took a few steps forward. However, at that moment, the chaotic crowd suddenly stumbled, nearly trampling her. Terrified, Ru Yue lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

In a panic, her hand touched a handful of hay, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind: Yes! How could I be so stupid!

Meanwhile, Fengying, after a bitter battle, finally managed to free herself from the clutches of several men in black. Quick-witted and swift-handed, she dashed forward, yanking Ruyue behind her and using her petite frame to shield her from the rain of incoming swords and knives.

Ru Yue knew she couldn't afford to waste any more time hesitating. She clutched the hay tightly in her hand and quickly retrieved a tinder from her space. Then, puffing out her cheeks, she blew at it with all her might. But for some reason, no matter how many times she tried, the tinder wouldn't ignite. Flustered, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks one by one, but she didn't dare make a sound.

Suddenly, a startled cry was heard, and Ruyue's heart leaped into her throat again. It turned out that Fengying had been accidentally stabbed. "Sister, don't worry. Take a deep breath first, then blow hard. Don't lose your mind!" Ah Ling's anxious voice sounded at the right moment, like a beacon in the darkness, giving Ruyue a glimmer of hope.

Ru Yue knew she had to remain absolutely calm at this moment. A single misstep could cost not only her own life but also the lives of those in danger with her. Seeing Feng Ying desperately trying to block the oncoming wave of assassins, she took a few deep breaths to calm her nervously pounding heart.

Then, she gripped the tinder tightly in her hand, mustered her courage, and blew hard. Once, twice… However, the tinder seemed to be deliberately resisting her, and not a single spark came out. But Ru Yue didn't give up. She kept adjusting her breathing and the force of her blowing, and beads of sweat began to seep out of her forehead.

Finally, after several attempts, a faint wisp of green smoke slowly rose. Ru Yue was delighted, but she didn't even have time to wait for the hay to be fully ignited. Without hesitation, she flicked the weak flame into a small porcelain bottle beside her.

In an instant, there was a soft "puff" sound, and a thick white smoke gushed out from the mouth of the small porcelain bottle.

Ru Yue didn't dare delay for a moment and quickly hid in a relatively safe dark place. Then, holding the small porcelain bottle in both hands, she blew the white smoke outward with big puffs. Strangely enough, the white smoke seemed to have a life of its own, forming a clearly visible white line in the air and slowly spreading forward along this line.