They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

With a flash of cold light, the blood vessel was severed, and the person slowly knelt down, clutching their neck, eyes wide open, seemingly unable to believe what had happened.

Hearing the noise outside, Changsun Boyu dared not make a sound. He gently patted Wu Ziyan, who opened his eyes. It was pitch black, and all that was left was the smell of smoke.

She immediately realized what was happening and quickly groped her way to the water vat, wet her clothes and handkerchief, and handed them to Changsun Boyu, whispering, "Cover your mouth and nose."

The smoke was getting thicker, and the people outside said, "Why is there no movement? Did they run away? Let's go search the mountain!"

Wu Ziyan was waiting for them to leave, but by then the fire had spread to the roof. They took large strides to avoid the burning wood falling from the roof. Changsun Boyou carefully inhaled a puff of smoke and coughed.

Fortunately, the sound of the collapse masked his cough, and the people outside didn't hear it.

The old wooden house crackled and popped as it burned. Wu Ziyan and his companions dodged and weaved, feeling as if they were so far from the door, even though they were so close. Finally, they reached the doorway.

With a loud crash, the door frame fell down, magnified in Wu Ziyan's eyes. Changsun Boyou stepped forward and, without thinking, used his hands to support the burning, broken door frame: "Quick! Run!"

Wu Ziyan could almost hear the sizzling sound of flames burning flesh, and tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how painful it must be!

But she couldn't cry. She strode out the door, coughing violently from the heat. Changsun Boyu also ran out, but his skillful hands were covered in burns.

"This is your most important hand!" Wu Ziyan and he were still standing in the firelight, gritting their teeth and blaming themselves, filled with guilt.

"It's alright, it's already quite rough anyway. Or are you going to dislike me for this?" Changsun Boyu hissed in pain while trying to keep his spirits up and joked with Wu Ziyan.

Suddenly, I felt something appear in my pocket: a burn ointment and a dagger.

Her current thoughts are twofold: to eliminate the person who harmed Changsun Boyu and to heal his injuries. As a result, these two things appeared, and she didn't have time to check the system.

She took it out directly, without caring whether Changsun Boyu was suspicious. She picked up his hand and gently applied the medicine to it with her fingers, then tore off a clean piece of her inner garment to wrap it around his hand.

The medicine was cool and refreshing, greatly reducing Changsun Boyu's pain. He said, "My unreliable brother has finally been reliable for once. You really are a good man!"

But the house collapsed at that moment. Wu Ziyan grabbed his wrist and ran away. When Wu Ziyan looked back, she only saw his mouth open.

Once she was away from the fire, she felt relieved and asked, "What did you just say?"

Changsun Boyu just smiled and shook his head. He always said that he was as rough as a woman, but how could he say such a truth a second time? At this time, some of the assassins had already returned from the mountain, and Chu Qiu and the others were on their way.

Han Yuxiu was alone in the tent. At this time, his legs were still not very strong. He was pounding medicine with a worried look on his face. Anyone who saw him felt that the medicine was not as bitter as his face. He had twisted a handsome young man into a bitter gourd.

As he crushed the herbs, he said, "Don't die, you rascal!" He then used the medicine hammer to smash the herbs with great force.

He didn't even notice when someone came in. Looking at his appearance, he quietly retreated. Huang Ziliang was with Chu Qiu, after all, Chu Qiu was inferior to Huang Ziliang in terms of attentiveness.

The two groped around in the dark, trying not to make a sound. But when they saw a fire in the distance, they exchanged a glance and both knew something was wrong.

The speed increased, while the assassins leisurely carried a child, chatting and laughing, with beads of blood still wet on their knives, until they saw what appeared to be two moving shadows in the firelight in the distance.

Both sides quickened their pace. Wu Ziyan was still staring at Changsun Boyou when she saw figures in the distance. Knowing they must have turned back, she grabbed Changsun Boyou and started running.

The assassin was no pushover and quickly caught up. Wu Ziyan thought to herself that if she was caught, she might not survive the night, and her plan would have failed.

As expected, their speed was no match for the assassins, who quickly caught up and confronted Wu Ziyan and his group.

The killer threw the child to the ground and twisted his neck: "You could have died a quick death, but you insisted on running away."

Wu Ziyan didn't listen to her at all. She looked at the child on the ground with a blank expression, as if she had suffered some great shock.

Yes, this was the child who had saved them. Judging from the blood droplets on the knife, the old woman must have been murdered. Wu Ziyan gritted his teeth, gripping the dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with rage.

Another assassin chimed in, "Oh my, look how fierce her eyes are, haha!"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and slashed forward. Wu Ziyan struggled to block the attack with his dagger. Changsun Boyu, standing behind Wu Ziyan, was startled.

Suddenly, someone was about to attack Changsun Boyou from behind. Wu Ziyan saw the person out of the corner of her eye, struggled to put the knife aside, and quickly retreated. She used her shoulder to push Changsun Boyou aside. One hand was not enough, so her other hand was forced to brace against the blade, and blood flowed down her arm to the ground.

Seeing this critical moment, Wu Ziyan shouted, "You want my life? Then don't endanger others!"

"Who do you think you are now? You're nothing but a pathetic stray dog, trying to negotiate with us!" The attack paused for a moment as he spoke.

She said this only to buy herself some time, because she seemed to catch a glimpse of someone in the distance. This was her last hope that Chu Qiu and the others had arrived.

With a whoosh, the assassin in front of her opened his eyes wide and slowly fell down, as if he couldn't believe he was dying. A rough, slightly sharp wooden stick was stuck in his neck, looking like it had been hastily made. Wu Ziyan endured the pain and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The other assassin's face twitched as he looked at Wu Ziyan, his veins bulging: "There were accomplices too!"

Chu Qiu leaped forward, stepping over the grass and leaving Huang Ziliang behind. He watched as Wu Ziyan blocked the knife, the blood flowing on his snow-white arm, shining brightly in the firelight.

His heart pounded, then a sharp pain shot through him. He rushed forward, took a step forward, and delivered a flying kick, knocking one down. He then turned and delivered a spinning kick, finishing off another.

He didn't kill them. This was what Huang Ziliang told him on the way, and repeated many times. Of course, he also knew that these people had to be alive in order to get anything useful out of them.

Huang Ziliang, panting as he followed, looked at the man on the ground, half-conscious from being kicked, and quickly tied him up. The assassins, their minds clearing again, cursed, "Damn it! If you have the guts, let us go!"

After bandaging her wound, Wu Ziyan squatted down calmly and said, "It seems you're just doing this for money, otherwise you would have committed suicide by poison long ago, wouldn't you?"