Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Liu San's heart trembled, his uneasy premonition growing stronger. Although he didn't know who these people were, he could sense a sense of urgency from Qin Cang's reaction. He was no longer the impulsive teenager he once was. He knew the danger was far more real than the quiet before him. Every time he thought he had escaped a difficult situation, every time he thought everything was getting better, a new crisis would quietly arrive.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him. Liu San turned around abruptly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. The figures appeared in his sight again, approaching with a firm step, obviously with premeditated intentions.

"Hurry up!" Qin Cang growled, quickened his pace, and quickly pulled Liu San into an alley.

The air in the narrow alley was heavy and oppressive, the walls around them seeming to close in on them, making breathing heavy. Qin Cang pulled Liu San through the winding alley, the feeling of unease growing stronger. He knew this night might turn out to be even more complicated than he had imagined. Those people didn't give up easily, but pursued them closely, like iron hooves stepping on their steps, leaving no room for escape.

"Do you think they're really here to cause trouble?" Liu San asked softly, his tone a hint of confusion and repression, but he didn't show any particular panic. Perhaps because he had experienced so many difficulties, Liu San had long been accustomed to this kind of sudden storm.

Qin Cang stared straight ahead. Although they had temporarily avoided the pursuers, his anxiety had not eased in the slightest. He frowned slightly and replied in a low voice, "I don't know, but I have a feeling they are not simple."

Liu San suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a strong premonition had reached deep within his bones: those who were pursuing them were no mere scoundrels. Their steps were steady, their breath deep, like those of trained hunters, each step revealing a precision and determination.

"What are you worried about?" Liu San followed Qin Cang closely, but the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

Qin Cang's eyes flickered. He paused, turned, and looked at Liu San, a complex mix of emotions surging within him. While Liu San's behavior these past few days had touched him, it also made him even more worried. Liu San was like a defenseless puppet, vulnerable to being torn apart by the storms of the outside world at any moment. And Qin Cang had never felt the weight of responsibility so deeply.

"Do you think that this incident is not just because of your past?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice, with an unprecedented seriousness in his tone.

Liu San paused slightly, his heart still heavy. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't answer. He didn't want to dwell on those tangled things anymore. His past self was like a wound that would never heal, constantly opening again. But this time, things were different—he knew it wasn't just a matter of pursuit and injustice.

"Perhaps, they are not doing this for me at all." Liu San said calmly, his voice as gentle as the night breeze. "But if they are really doing this for me, then no matter where I hide, it will be useless."

Qin Cang remained silent, staring intently into Liu San's eyes. He felt a strong sense of responsibility, like an invisible force, constantly guiding his actions and decisions. This wasn't just because Liu San was his former friend, but also because he saw the pain and powerlessness hidden deep within Liu San's heart.

"You know, I don't trust people easily." Qin Cang's voice became even lower. "But you are not alone."

Liu San's eyes narrowed slightly, and he involuntarily looked up at Qin Cang. Something in his heart seemed to tremble slightly, and suddenly, he felt an inexplicable emotion well up in his heart. Qin Cang's words were not empty comfort, but made him feel a long-lost warmth. This feeling was unfamiliar, even making him feel a little overwhelmed, but it was the feeling he had always longed for - a feeling of being understood.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the darkness around him. An unknown aura permeated the end of the street. The pursuers seemed to have vanished into thin air, yet the looming threat lingered. Liu San sighed deeply, a sudden surge of indescribable guilt welling up within him. For Qin Cang, countless shadows seemed to linger behind him. These shadows stemmed not only from past mistakes and injustices, but also from something deeper—something he couldn't explain.

"We must find a way." Qin Cang's voice sounded again, breaking the silence.

Liu San lowered his head, pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he finally nodded. "We need to find a place to hide first, and we'll talk later."

Qin Cang nodded, a cold glint in his eyes. He didn't underestimate these pursuers, nor did he think this was just a simple chase. That place might give them some time, but the problem wouldn't end there. He knew in his heart that these people must have more complex motives behind them, and whether Liu San was willing to accept it or not, he would ultimately be unable to escape the vortex of fate.

"Let's go." Qin Cang whispered, turned around again, and took Liu San towards an even deeper alley.

The alleyway grew darker, the air thick with the smell of mold. The surrounding walls towered into the sky, seemingly isolating them from the outside world. Footsteps echoed in the empty alley, shattering the deathly silence. Liu San followed closely behind Qin Cang, his heart still restless, his thoughts in turmoil. The darkness before him seemed endless, and the feeling of powerlessness within him grew stronger and stronger.

"Have you ever thought that you will never be able to get out of this situation?" Liu San suddenly asked in a low voice, with a helpless and tired tone in his voice.

Qin Cang stopped and turned to look at him. "I don't believe there's a situation that can't be solved."

These words were like a ray of light, illuminating the haze in Liu San's heart. He knew that Qin Cang was right. Although he was always entangled in the shadow of the past, every time he was saved, he became more determined to believe that he was not completely without anything.

"But what can I do this time?" Liu San smiled bitterly and lowered his head.

A complex glint flashed in Qin Cang's eyes. The air seemed to freeze, the surrounding silence as if time had frozen in that moment. Footsteps echoed in the empty alleyway, and the atmosphere between him and Xiao Hu grew increasingly tense. Qin Cang suddenly stopped, his eyes piercing through Xiao Hu before him. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate all hypocrisy, piercing the deepest depths of his heart.