The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

This order startled the people who were gambling. They put down their antiques and gold and silver and looked in the direction of the disturbance. Su Yanhua had no choice but to throw the things around her, temporarily blocking the sight of the secret guard. She caught a glimpse of a dark figure squatting down at the base of the wall.

The secret guards behind her were very fast. After a while, they spread out and chased within her sight. The sharp blades in their hands flashed on the wet ground.

Suddenly she felt a gust of wind behind her. She narrowed her eyes, turned her hands into fists and ran over, but the person grabbed her arms and stopped her.

"It's me—"

A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and she saw the person opposite her pull off his mask. The man was actually Nalan Yanyu.

"Why is it you—"

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the secret guard was heard.

"She's here!"

She only felt her arm being held tightly by him, and she ran desperately in his direction. At this moment, she was thinking about how to escape. The buildings in the Ghost Market were in chaos, and the secret guards behind her were chasing her relentlessly. If this continued, they would sooner or later become the souls under the knife of the Ghost Market.

Something popped up in her mind, and she grabbed Nalan Yanyu's arm and ran in the other direction.

The secret guard behind him wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by another person.

"This is a forbidden area in the Ghost Market. No one except the Ghost Master is allowed to enter."

The road was sandwiched between two walls on the side. The space was extremely narrow and claustrophobic. There was no light at all. It was so dark that she couldn't see the end. It was like a huge whirlpool that was about to swallow her up. There was no sound around except their breathing.

Suddenly she stepped on something raised, and the feeling of weightlessness immediately spread throughout her body. She was embraced in a warm embrace, and then she lost consciousness.

"Su Yanhua—"

The gentle calls woke her up, and in front of her was Nalan Yanyu's face as gentle as jade. His originally frowned brows were smoothed because of her.

"Are you OK?"

She stood up, shook her head, and turned to look around.

It seemed as if the underground passage had been lost, bricks had been built around it, and only two candles were flickering.

Nalan Yanyu picked up the candle and slowly walked into the surrounding walls. The red bricks on the walls were impenetrable. The candlelight extended, illuminating the lush flowers blooming on the red bricks.

"Higanbana!" Su Yanhua said in surprise.

"Do you know him?" Nalan Yanyu asked.

"This is the symbol of the Ghost Market's assassins." Su Yanhua looked around and said seriously, "It seems we haven't entered a good place."

Su Yanhua stared at a field of red bricks and frowned slightly. She raised her hand and knocked on it.

"Boom boom-"

An empty sound came into their ears, and the two looked at each other. He raised his arm slightly, and Su Yanhua took a few steps back.

He lifted up his moon-white robe and kicked forward. Suddenly, the red bricks shattered and dust flew towards the two of them.

Just as Su Yanhua was about to dodge, Yue Se lifted up her sleeves to block the falling dust.

After a while, the flying ashes dissipated, and the robes fluttered down, revealing a room full of gold, silver, jewelry, and various antiques in front of the two people.

"Could this be the treasured land of the Lord of Ghost City?"

Nalan Yanyu raised his sleeves and said calmly, "The Ghost Market is where beggars gather. They usually beg for food on the streets. I don't know when it developed into a gambling place. Even the treasures and medicinal herbs from Lingcheng are circulated here. It seems that the person in charge of the Ghost Market has made a lot of money in recent years."

Su Yanhua asked, "You mean there's a mysterious force behind the Ghost Market?"

He nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "A few years ago, I was ordered to suppress the black market. After a month of searching, I couldn't find any information about the person behind it. This shows that this force is powerful and very well hidden."

For some reason, a face appeared in Su Yanhua's mind.

"Although it provides a barrier for beggars, it is still a place outside the imperial court's law. They have committed many illegal activities over the years. According to the laws of Dayan, they should be closed down."

After she finished speaking, she took the candle from his hand and walked over step by step.

As she stepped into the house, a mechanical sound was heard. She looked up and saw dozens of long arrows flying out like meteors, whistling through the air and shooting straight towards Su Yanhua.

"careful-"

Nalan Yanyu behind him shouted in shock.

Su Yanhua was unable to dodge and felt someone picking her up, with a muffled groan in her ears.

There was a long arrow stuck in Nalan Yanyu's leg, staining his moon-white robe red. Looking at his gradually pale face, her tone was worried and anxious.

"Nalan Yanyu, look at me, don't faint."

Lingcheng Yunxuan Pavilion

The aroma of tea still wafted from the private room on the second floor, its gentle fragrance coloring the crow-green robe. The man glanced at the man opposite him, whose face was calm as he brewed tea, and couldn't help but sigh, "I returned to the Xing Clan, and the old Xing master specially invited me over. Guess what he said?"

Xing Jian acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't reply.

The man in the raven-green robe sighed and put down the teacup in his hand. "I don't even want to talk about your brother. Ever since he became famous in the Fengjuancan meeting, he has become more and more arrogant in the Xing Clan, and his actions are also earth-shattering. A while ago, the young master of the Qingyun Clan had a quarrel with him, and the two of them fought. The old Xing master reprimanded him and ordered him to go into seclusion to reflect on his mistakes."

Xing Jian still didn't react, not even looking at him, and was extremely indifferent.

He tutted his tongue a few times and spoke again, "With a son like you who is so outstanding, the old master asks me about you every day and asks how you are doing in Lingcheng. I can see that the old master still cares about you. Why don't you go back to the Xing clan and take a look?"

The tea in the cup began to boil, and the aroma of the tea became stronger. Xing Jian picked up the cup, scraped off the floating residue in the tea, and poured the tea into the other person's cup.

The man in green robe sighed deeply and shook his head repeatedly. It seemed that the old master's method was not working and he could not help anymore.

Ling Er hurried over, stopped, and gasped.

"Sir, this is not good."

The man in green robe frowned. Why was his master so calm while his subordinate was so impatient?

"What's wrong? Let's talk it over."

Ling Er took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and shouted, "The treasure house in the ghost market was burned down."

The man in green robe was so shocked that he stood up and shouted, "What did you say?"

He hurried forward, grabbed Ling Er's shoulder and asked, "Which thief did this?"

Ling Er comforted him, "Don't worry, Young Master Qing. The thief has been hit by the Blood and Bone Burial Flower Needle and can't escape."

Qing Zhizhou was furious and said, "Take me there quickly. I want to kill him."

A woman was lying on the ground in the dim room. Her white gauze was covered with dust. Her face was pale and weak, and her lips were bloodless.

"Let me see who it is."

Qing Zhizhou rushed in angrily. Seeing the face of the woman on the ground, he frowned: "Why does this person feel so familiar?"

Ling Er stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Isn't this the eldest daughter of the Su family?"

As soon as Qing Zhizhou finished speaking, he saw Xing Jian, who was as calm as dead water, stride over and push him aside.

"Xingjian, you—"

Xing Jian frowned when he saw her like this. He squatted down and helped her up. There was a trace of blood in the middle of her back. He used his skills to take out the burial flower needle from her body.

"Even after being struck by the Xing Clan's Blood-Bone Burial Flower Needle, she still had the strength to burn down the treasure house. This woman's perseverance should not be underestimated!"

Qing Zhizhou couldn't help but sigh.

Xing Jian slowly put Su Yanhua's body down and asked, "Ling Er, what happened today?"

"Li Anwei reported that a woman hired a killer today. He was exposed by Li Anwei and ordered to hunt her down. Who knew that this woman would enter the forbidden area of ​​the Ghost Market? Then the treasure house was burned down. I didn't expect that this woman was actually the eldest daughter of the Su family. Why did she want to kill me?"

Xing Jian opened his mouth and ordered, "Call Li Anwei."

Ling Er responded, "Yes."

"Ghost Lord, there is another man here."

Qing Zhizhou was stunned and went forward to check. The crescent-colored robe was stained with blood. This person must have lost too much blood.

"Isn't this Nalan Yanyu? Why is he here?"

"Ghost Lord, maybe he was also responsible for the burning of the treasury. Do you want to..." the secret guard next to him asked.

Qing Zhizhou waved his hand, noncommittal: "No, Nalan Yanyu cannot die in the Ghost Market. He was just shot by an arrow. Stop the bleeding and send him back to the Nalan Mansion."

The secret guard clasped his fists and said, "Yes."

After saying that, Qing Zhizhou saw Xing Jian holding the girl and walking past him. He grabbed Xing Jian and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Detoxify her." His tone was calm, as if it was a trivial matter.

Qing Zhizhou was stunned. He had been following Xing Jian since he was a child, but he had never seen Xing Jian like this. His tone was calm, as if he had made some decision that was irresistible.

"This is the Blood Bone Burial Flower Needle. It's not an ordinary hidden weapon. Anyone hit by it will not survive."

Xing Jian turned his eyes towards him, and his gaze was as cold as ice, revealing an inviolable majesty.

Qing Zhizhou suddenly found the shadow of the old master on him, he panicked and let go.