After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Time seemed to have frozen, and every minute and every second seemed extremely long.

Guimian was extremely anxious. He kept looking in the direction where the third brother left without blinking. His heart almost jumped into his throat. He kept praying in his heart, hoping that the third brother would come back soon.

The other bandits were also tightly wrapped in this suffocating atmosphere at this moment. They were silent as a cicada and dared not make a sound.

Their hands holding the swords were already soaked with cold sweat, and the handles had become slippery, as if they would slip out of their hands at any time. Everyone's face was filled with fear and anxiety, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Finally, during the long and agonizing wait, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard faintly in the distance.

The sound came from far away and became clearer and clearer, like the sound of an angel saving his life.

The third brother and others rode their horses at full speed and hurried back with boxes full of silver.

The horses' hooves raised clouds of dust, and their figures seemed a little blurred in the flying dust.

"Sir, we have the ransom. Please let us go!"

Ghost Face crawled forward, looking extremely embarrassed. He opened the box in a panic. The white silver shone brightly in the sunlight, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

"Mr. He, I'll leave this matter of the bandits to you. We will no longer interfere and say goodbye!"

Upon hearing this, He Junjie nodded hurriedly.

"Don't worry, young lady. I appreciate your help."

Just like that, Guimian could only watch helplessly as the God of Death walked away, leaving him to He Junjie.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly a sword light flashed, and the light flashed like lightning, instantly breaking this brief peace.

All he heard was a scream from the ghost face, his voice full of despair and pain, and a sharp pain came again, as if countless sharp blades were stirring in his body.

The severe pain came like a tidal wave, and Ghost Face could not bear it at all. His eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Big brother!"

"Boss!"

"..."

The bandits were shocked when they saw the ghost face with its tendons cut. They opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief and fear.

The Ghost-Faced Brother, who was once so majestic and feared by countless people, now has such a miserable end.

Once upon a time, in this Guangcheng, the mountain bandit gang led by Guimian was rampant and no one dared to provoke them. They burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil, and were the nightmare of the people.

But now, the bandit leader Ghost Face and Crazy Second Master have both fallen. The once powerful bandit gang has lost its backbone and can no longer cause trouble.

They fled like stray dogs, and this once feared gang withdrew from Guangcheng and became a thing of the past.

……

Chifeng led everyone to the next post station. The journey was calm, but Murong Ling'er knew in her heart that a master had been following them secretly.

She remained calm and composed on the surface, just like usual.

After entering the post station, everyone was exhausted and looked for a place to rest.

Chifeng was busy arranging food and lodging for everyone, while Murong Ling'er walked alone into the courtyard of the post station. She seemed to be enjoying the scenery, but in fact she was sensing the movements of the person who was following her.

The night was as dark as ink, pressing down deeply. Everything was silent and everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.

Just now, Murong Ling'er was concentrating on helping Chu Lingfeng detoxify with silver needles in the room of the inn. After a series of operations, the toxins in Chu Lingfeng's body were finally suppressed a little.

In order to allow him to rest and recover better, Murong Ling'er pressed his sleeping point. At this moment, Chu Lingfeng was lying quietly on the bed.

Shortly after Murong Ling'er left the room, a black shadow flew in like a ghost.

The man in black was wrapped tightly from head to toe, revealing only a pair of eyes that flashed coldly in the darkness.

He tiptoed to the bedside, looked at the sleeping Chu Lingfeng, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, the man in black carried Chu Lingfeng on his shoulders at lightning speed and prepared to leave.

At this time, Baozi got up in a daze and prepared to go to the toilet because he had a stomach upset from eating during the day.

When passing by Chu Lingfeng's room, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing out of the room from the corner of his eye. Baozi was instantly startled and became more awake. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, only to see a man in black carrying Chu Lingfeng.

"There are assassins!"

Baozi was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest and he screamed at the top of his lungs.

This cry was like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the tranquility of the post station.

Chifeng suddenly woke up from his sleep, jumped up from the bed, picked up the sword beside the pillow and rushed out.

The others were also frightened by the sudden scream and rushed out of the room.

"What's going on?" Chifeng asked loudly with a serious expression, his voice full of alertness.

Baozi pointed in the direction the black-clothed man had left, his voice trembling so much that he could barely form a sentence: "Someone...someone has kidnapped Prince Chu!"

"Mom, wake up quickly, Uncle Chu has been kidnapped!" Murong Ling'er anxiously shook the sleeping Murong Chen, her voice full of panic.

Murong Ling'er was woken up, opened her eyes with an impatient look, and shouted angrily: "Who wants to see the King of Hell again? Disturbing my sweet dreams in the middle of the night!"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly grabbed Murong Ling'er and flew out of the carriage.

She was so agile and quick as lightning, rushing through the air at a speed so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Chu Lingfeng had woken up, but he pretended to be unconscious and did not move, allowing the man to carry him on his shoulders and run wildly on the rugged road.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he secretly wondered what kind of group these people were. They were able to intercept him right under the nose of a master like Murong Ling'er. They truly possessed extraordinary abilities and courage.

Chen Xiaosheng didn't care whether Chu Lingfeng was dead or alive. In recent days, nearly half of his assassins had been killed by Chu Lingfeng. This time, if he hadn't taken action personally, Chu Lingfeng would probably have escaped again.

Chen Xiaosheng and Chu Lingfeng sped all the way, passing through mountains and rivers like the wind, and climbing over several steep hills in succession.

Finally, we arrived at the lair of Jueming Pavilion.

Chu Lingfeng looked up and saw a gloomy cave built in the deep mountains and forests.

Especially the black pillar that was like a pillar supporting the sky was particularly eye-catching, making him understand the location of this place in an instant.

The reason why Chen Xiaosheng dared to bring Chu Lingfeng to this lair so brazenly was because he was extremely confident in his own lightness skills.

He firmly believed that no one in the world could surpass him in lightness skills, and as long as he took action personally, no one would be able to catch up.

However, Chen Xiaosheng's confidence was quickly shattered by Murong Ling'er.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, Murong Ling'er followed him like a ghost, with only half a breath between them.

Murong Ling'er's sudden appearance startled Chen Xiaosheng. He widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief: "How is this possible? How could you possibly catch up to me?"

Murong Linger sneered, her eyes full of disdain: "You damned one? You disturbed my sweet dreams!"

Chu Lingfeng took this opportunity, rolled over and broke free from Chen Xiaosheng's shoulder, and landed steadily on the ground.

He looked at the two people in front of him with sharp eyes, secretly thinking about his next strategy.