This villain has become a ghost

Drugs that catalyze toxicity...

Yue Liuyun felt a chill spreading from his heart to his entire body.

The fighting and death, the blood and struggle continue.

But never before has anyone felt so panicked as at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Chu Shiqing hurriedly supported Nangong Mingzhu, and while killing the enemy, he protected him to the original secret passage entrance and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, please go first! I'll hold them back for you!"

Nangong Mingzhu's face turned pale as the poison took effect, and a twisting pain suddenly invaded his head.

He gritted his teeth and sneaked into the secret passage without any hesitation. His steps were already light and he sank into the darkness.

Seeing this, Wei Yanzhi immediately ordered: "Stop them."

"Who dares?!" Chu Shiqing and his soldiers surrounded the secret passage entrance tightly. Suddenly, he threw his sword forward, creating a dividing line, and said coldly, "Anyone who crosses this line will die!"

Seeing him throw away his sword, the soldiers under Wei Yanzhi's command gripped their weapons tightly and rushed forward fiercely, thinking that to catch a thief, one must first catch the leader!

"Bang bang bang-"

The sound of gunfire resounded through the sky, and the leading soldier fell to the ground with a thud.

Chu Shiqing suddenly had a strange-shaped object in his hand, which was extremely lethal.

It was the submachine gun that Qiu Shuangwan prepared for Nangong Mingzhu, and he left it to Chu Shiqing.

Under the cover of the soldiers, Chu Shiqing pointed the gun at Wei Yanzhi.

Qi Ling, who was beside Wei Yanzhi, reacted the fastest. He stood in front of him and shouted, "Protect the Prime Minister!"

Chu Shiqing had not been practicing shooting for long, so his accuracy was not as good as Qiu Shuangwan's. With a gunshot, the bullet only barely hit Qi Ling's arm.

The group of soldiers reacted quickly and surrounded Wei Yanzhi in layers.

Wei Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and said, "Send out a team to find other exits and entrances to the secret passage."

He paused, as if discovering a weakness, and said, "...Also, order the archers to prepare."

With a gun in hand, it seemed that no one could get close to Chu Shiqing, but if a rain of arrows were shot at him, he would surely die.

The soldiers around Chu Shiqing immediately stacked up layers of shields to block the attack. Chu Shiqing used his submachine gun to fire at the enemy troops wherever he saw, leaving them with torn skin and blood. However, he felt a little nervous in his heart.

...The bullets will run out sooner or later, and I don’t know how long it will last.

The enemy's archers quickly formed a formation, and dense arrows shot over. Some of them were blocked by shields, while some soldiers desperately blocked them with swords.

The faces of the soldiers on both sides of the charge were covered with battlefield dust and enemy blood, looking hideous and terrifying.

Arrows rained down on Chu Shiqing and his men, carrying with them the whistling sound of death. Some were shot and fell, while others continued to charge. Chu Shiqing's soldiers rushed forward recklessly, waving their weapons like madmen.

Clouds gathered and dispersed on the horizon, pressing down heavily on the mountaintops. The rocks were jagged and the cliffs were steep, as if they would collapse at any moment. The wind was biting and fierce.

At some point, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, landing on the soldiers and melting in their blood.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, burying the bodies of the dead soldiers. However, people kept dying. The white snow and the bright red blood blended together, which was glaring and tragic.

The sound of metal clashing and screams were endless, and the smell of blood and death was everywhere.

Chu Shiqing didn't know how long they had held out. Suddenly, he saw dusk falling and the blood-red sunset in the sky, reflecting the tragic scene on the battlefield.

Snow stopped.

However, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

There was no bullet left in Chu Shiqing's gun.

He picked up the sword again without knowing when, and swung it to slash at the rushing enemy, while also fending off the dense rain of arrows.

Wei Yanzhi's face was splattered with the blood of the soldiers who had blocked the bullet for him, and the blood was congealed.

He looked at Chu Shiqing, who was still resisting, with a cold and indifferent expression, as if he was looking at an ant that overestimated its own capabilities.

Chu Shiqing was hit by several arrows and his armor was stained red with blood, but his sword-swinging movements did not slow down at all.

He endured the severe pain and smiled bitterly.

He has a good reputation throughout his life and has never made a business deal at a loss. Now, for the ten thousand taels of gold promised by the emperor, he has even sacrificed his life. Is it worth it or not?

Forget it, dying under the money tree will make me a romantic ghost.

The mountains were stained a faint crimson, as if stained with blood. The setting sun cast a dappled light across the rocks, casting patches of light and shadow. The trees, against the backdrop of the setting sun, looked even more desolate. The leaves had fallen, leaving only bare branches, like bony arms reaching toward the sky.

Wei Yanzhi personally took the bow and shot an arrow at the joint of Chu Shiqing's arm.

Chu Shiqing let out a muffled groan and the sword in his hand fell.

Wei Yanzhi curled the corners of his lips and shot another arrow at his knee joint.

He half-knelt on the ground in pain, and his armor fell off.

For the last arrow, Wei Yanzhi seemed to be extra patient. He aimed at his heart and pulled the bow to its full length.

The arrow shot through the air and pierced Chu Shiqing's heart.

Chu Shiqing opened his eyes, waiting for the moment of death. At this moment, his hearing and vision were infinitely magnified.

One or two crows flew by, making shrill cries, and the outlines of the rocks became blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, this time, the expected pain and death did not come. A figure stood in front of him. The sword light was sharp, carrying endless chill and murderous aura. The arrow was shot down and fell to the ground, sinking into the snow soaked in blood.

Lin Yuan stood in front of him with a sword in hand, cutting down all the incoming arrows.

What followed was another earth-shattering sound of a musket firing towards Wei Yanzhi.

Wei Yanzhi was caught off guard and was hit in the left shoulder, causing the bow and arrow in his hand to fall.

Qi Ling stood in front of him and exclaimed in surprise, "Sir!"

Wei Yanzhi endured the pain and said, "It's okay."

Suddenly, a large group of people and horses came, and the sound of horse hooves made the earth shake slightly. Nangong Qianshang, Shen Yue, and Feng Ning came with half of the Song family army, and they were accompanied by a very young, pretty and lovely girl.

The situation suddenly changed, and now Wei Yanzhi became the weaker party.

Nangong Qianshang waved his hand, and the army behind him surged forward like a tide, unstoppable, surrounding Wei Yanzhi's troops. Shen Yue and Feng Ning rushed to the front and started fighting with them.

When Wei Yanzhi saw Nangong Qianshang, he was as shocked as if he had seen a ghost, and his back teeth were almost broken.

He's not dead!

Lin Yuan helped Chu Shiqing up with an expressionless face.

"It hurts, it hurts—" Chu Shiqing bared his teeth and howled, "I'm all injured, can you take care of the wounded—"

Lin Yuan said coldly: "Not good."

Then he threw Chu Shiqing onto the horse like a sack.

Chu Shiqing: "..."

He originally still had half his life left, but now after all this torture, he is really about to die.