Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Lu Ziqing was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stepped onto the table and jumped up, grabbing the letter.

"His-"

Half a page was torn off a booklet, and the other half was in the hands of the masked man.

Lu Ziqing turned around immediately, his peripheral vision catching the sight of Chu Yi being stabbed to death, his screams ringing in his ears, and he quickly rushed out of the building.

The masked killer also jumped down and chased after him.

The streets are crowded with people and there are stalls on both sides, making it very lively.

Lu Ziqing ran across the street clutching the rag bag. Passersby on both sides knocked over the stalls, and the puppets, rouge, and fake jade were smashed and scattered all over the ground.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic, with everyone shouting and cursing. The scene was extremely chaotic. The killer behind squeezed through the chaotic crowd and chased after him closely.

Upon hearing the noise, several patrol soldiers rushed out from the narrow alleys on both sides, holding their swords and shouting at the crowd around them to chase after them.

In broad daylight, the three forces were chasing each other through the busy streets.

Lu Ziqing took cover from the dense crowd, ran and panted as he turned through two narrow alleys, and bumped into a wok stall at the entrance of the alley where they were frying pancakes.

The hot oil was smoking and swaying around in the pot, almost tipping over.

He was startled and thought to himself, "That was a close call!"

The stall owner was a dwarf, and before he could even start cursing, Lu Ziqing had already disappeared.

He stood on the stone with anger, stirred the oil cake, and the oil pan stall was suddenly hit again.

This time the impact was so strong that the hot oil immediately spread out and splashed onto the man's legs and feet, causing him to scream in pain.

The stall owner was about to lose his temper when a masked man stabbed him in the heart.

Lu Ziqing ran through the streets and alleys for an unknown period of time before hiding in a tall, empty, and dilapidated temple.

The light inside was dim, and the surrounding wooden pillars were tall, half of which had long been rotten and hollow, and dark red curtains were hanging in the air in tatters.

An oversized Buddha statue lay diagonally on the ground, covered with cobwebs. The entire dilapidated temple looked dark and eerie.

He glanced around and hid behind a short Buddha statue on the side. Not long after, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Damn it! I saw that kid running in this direction, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"The streets here are wide and there are many alleys. It's hard to hide here. That guy can't run far. Let's look for him here first."

"........."

The conversation echoed in the hall.

Lu Ziqing squatted in the dark corner behind the dwarf Buddha statue, frowning and motionless, listening alertly to what was happening outside.

There was a sound of "ding-dong" rummaging and smashing.

"Brother, I didn't find it."

"We must find him today, even if it means death. That booklet is a mission assigned by higher-ups, and it has far-reaching implications. If we fail, you and I will have to end our lives according to the rules."

"Damn it, I think that guy is in the ruined temple. Let's look for him again."

The sound of rummaging was heard again, and soon the footsteps gradually moved out of the hall, and the hall returned to silence.

It was so quiet that Lu Ziqing could only hear his own breathing. He blinked and pondered inwardly.

"all gone?"

Just in case, I squatted there and waited for a while. When I heard no sound outside, I was sure that he had really left.

Lu Ziqing heaved a long sigh and thought to himself, "This group of people is so numerous and powerful, I finally managed to escape. But Chu Yi... Don't worry, I will definitely live up to your trust."

Only at this moment did he feel a little sad for Chu Yi.

Lu Ziqing slowly stood up and walked out of the dark corner with his body bent. A face suddenly stretched out its head, met his eyes, and immediately shouted something.

"Haha, damn it, I knew you were here."

Lu Ziqing was so frightened by the sudden "ghost poking its head" that he almost fell back. He supported himself on both sides and kicked the man in the face.

"what--"

The killer was kicked onto the fallen Buddha statue behind him, and the killers outside quickly surrounded him.

Lu Ziqing supported the Buddha statue with his bare hands, holding back his inner strength, frowned and gritted his teeth, then he shook his arms outwards with all his might.

The Buddha statue, which was already tilted, immediately fell forward.

"boom--"

A loud bang echoed in the hall and could be heard from far away, along with a few faint screams, which were drowned out.

The rotten beams in the corners collapsed, and rubble mixed with dust rolled down. White light came in, and the dim and dilapidated temple was immediately bright.

The assassins on both sides immediately attacked Lu Ziqing. He jumped onto the Buddha statue, shot short needles at the assassins around him, and rushed out of the hall with a leap.

The sun was scorching outside and there were not many people in the alley. The masked man stared at the green figure in front of him as it disappeared around the corner.

"Hurry up and chase."

In another alley, Lu Ziqing was sweating profusely. He looked back while running and saw a hunchbacked old man in the distance who was about to enter the house with a basket of vegetables. He hurried over and said urgently.

"Old sir, can I borrow your place to hide for a while? Someone is chasing me."

Only when I got closer could I see clearly that the hunchbacked old man was half blind.

The half-blind old man looked around and pushed Lu Ziqing into the inner room, "Child, come in quickly."

The door slammed shut.

He only heard the killer running noisily outside the door, and only when the sound died down did he feel a little relieved.

The half-blind old man took him to the inner courtyard, took out some tea and poured it for him to drink. After a while, he asked.

"Kid, why are those people chasing you?"

Lu Ziqing was at a loss to explain the reason, and he hesitated for a long time, causing the half-blind old man to look at him with an expression of "I see".

"Our dynasty prohibits officials from visiting prostitutes. Besides, those places are full of mixed crowds of good and bad people. It's very complicated. If you're not careful, you could end up in a fatal disaster."

He continued to pour tea into Lu Ziqing's bowl and said, "You have a good appearance. You should focus on making a good career instead of degenerating into prostitution."

"Don't misunderstand me, old sir. I'm not." Lu Ziqing waved his hand and changed the subject. "How did you know I was an official in the government?"

The half-blind old man said, "You are wearing official uniform."

Lu Ziqing lowered his eyes and took a glance, only then realizing that he had left in such a hurry that he had not even changed out of his official uniform and had been running around the streets for a long time.

The "black-faced god" face of Court Judge Gou appeared in my mind. I will probably be scolded when I go to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow.

"Child, you should stay here for a while to take shelter. If you go out now, I'm afraid they haven't gone far." said the half-blind old man.

"Most of the people living around here are poor, and your clothes are too conspicuous. If you don't mind, I'll give you one of my son's clothes to change into."

Lu Ziqing wiped the sweat off his face and said, "The younger generation should be grateful, how could they despise me?"

As he was speaking, a bell rang from a distance.

The half-blind old man turned his head to take a look.

"Child, you rest here. My son is working as a blacksmith up ahead. He just finished his work and I have to hurry to cook. It's almost dusk now, so why don't you wait until we have dinner before leaving?"

He pounded his waist, picked up the basket on the ground and walked towards the front yard. Lu Ziqing took two steps forward and took the basket from his hand.

"Let me do it. Old man, you are so old, your health and eyesight are not good, and you still have to cook for your son. It's really hard work."

The half-blind old man frowned and sighed.

"There's nothing we can do. Our family is poor, and our son can't find a wife. My father and I make a living by running a blacksmith shop, so we rent this shabby yard. I went blind in one eye after being burned by the molten iron. Now, apart from helping with cooking and odd jobs, I can't do anything else."

The room smelled musty, with some rusty ironware piled in the corner and a small broken bed.

The half-blind old man took out a piece of coarse linen cloth from the closet and handed it to Lu Ziqing.

"Child, you change first, I'll go cook."

"it is good!"

The half-blind old man walked out of the room, closed the door, and turned around with a weird smile.