Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

The carriage sped away and gradually went away in the night.

The ruts left two deep marks, just like Chu Ze's firm will, leading straight into the distance.

Shen Qingwu followed closely on horseback.

Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were wide open.

There is infinite tenderness and infinite passion in my heart.

"General Chu, although we met by chance, it is fate that brought us together."

"In this battle to eliminate the treacherous and save the people, I am willing to fight side by side with the general, and share life and death with him!"

The sound of horse hooves faded away in the night.

The towering imperial palace sleeps peacefully under the night sky, while the people of the capital toss and turn in anxiety.

There will be no sleep tonight.

The heavy alarm bells pierced the sky, and the shrill wails echoed in the streets. The imperial guards were dispatched one after another, sweeping through the city with domineering force, as if a black storm had swept across the entire city.

Blood blades were waving, flames shot up into the sky. There were cries of surprise and howls. All the officials and the remnants of the Heavenly Demon Sect were arrested, each of them looking ashen, filled with shame and anger.

They were escorted by the imperial guards and paraded through the streets, where they were cursed and despised by the people. Their bad reputation spread throughout the streets and alleys, and they died without a burial place.

In the middle of the night when everyone was restless, a figure sneaked into the palace silently.

I saw that person was dressed in black, wearing soft night boots, with a black veil on her face, and had a graceful figure. It turned out to be a woman!
The woman held a scimitar in her hand and moved through the shadows of the courtyard wall like an agile black cat.

The moonlight shone on her almond-shaped eyes, like a deep pool of cold spring water, reflecting her icy skin, making her look beautiful and murderous.

"Clang!" With a sharp crisp sound, she cut the iron chain that locked the door.

"Whoosh!" The wind rustled, and she jumped up and flipped into the inner courtyard.

The footsteps echoed in the empty courtyard, as eerie as a ghost.

"Puff!" Accompanied by a muffled groan, two black shadows fell to the ground.

Blood splattered as the warrior's throat was cut neatly. He twitched on the ground with his eyes wide open.

The woman stepped over the corpse without mercy and sneaked into the inner house.

The candlelight flickered in the dark corridor, and the thick carpet on the floor absorbed all the sounds.

The dim moonlight sprinkled on the girl, casting a hazy outline around her.

She moved through the shadows like a ghost, and the breath of death filled the air.

"Swish!" She pulled open a heavy sandalwood door.

Inside the door, a man was sleeping soundly on the bed, snoring loudly.

In the candlelight, he was fat, with big ears and a big belly. His big head was like a big pot, swaying on the pillow.

The girl approached the bed silently, staring at the man with her almond-shaped eyes filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and was so scared that he almost fell off the bed.

"Ah! Who is it!" the man screamed and climbed up from the bed trembling.

The girl looked at him coldly, the scimitar in her hand flashing coldly.

The man glanced at the scimitar, his face turned pale, and he shouted frantically, "Help! There's an assassin!"

Shen Qingwu grabbed the collar of his pajamas and said viciously, "Wang Duo! I'm here to kill you!"

Wang Duo trembled all over, his eyes rolled around, and he said in horror: "Who... who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

Shen Qingwu sneered: "You know very well who I am! You colluded with Yan Song and framed the leader. Your crime is unforgivable!"

When Wang Duo heard Yan Song's name, he was so frightened that his soul left his body. He begged for mercy: "Girl, spare my life! Yan Song is dead. I... I was also coerced by him!"

Shen Qingwu was unmoved, holding the scimitar against his neck, with a chilling aura: "Wang Duo, you have done so many evil things, and now you still dare to quibble?"

She turned her wrist and slashed Wang Duo's neck with the scimitar. The skin was cut and blood gushed out. "Ah! Don't kill me! I... I can tell you a secret... a secret about the King of Qin!"

Wang Duo's face was distorted with pain and he begged for mercy.

Shen Qingwu paused: "What secret?"

Wang Duo panted heavily: "I know the truth about the King of Qin's ascension to the throne... That secret is enough to subvert the Ming Dynasty!"

Shen Qingwu was in a state of confusion. She calmly pressed Wang Duo's neck and said, "You can talk!"

Wang Duo shuddered and said in a trembling voice: "The King of Qin killed the previous emperor and framed the suzerain! They have been conspiring for a long time just to seize the throne!"

Shen Qingwu took a deep breath, her eyes widened: "Is this true?"

Wang Duo burst into tears and choked up, saying, "The King of Qin is cunning and cruel. Now that he has gained power, I'm afraid he will deal with you! Girl, run away!"

Shen Qingwu smiled coldly: "I am not afraid of him! But you, if you know about this, I can't let you stay!"

With a swing of the scimitar, blood splattered!

Wang Duo opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief. He covered his neck and made a "gurgling" sound in his throat.

A stream of blood flowed out from between the fingers, staining the white pajamas red.

"Bang!" Wang Duo fell to the ground and never moved again.

Shen Qingwu sighed, her face covered with a black veil, making it impossible to see her expression.

She jumped out of the window lightly and disappeared into the night.

That night, the situation suddenly changed.

A bloody storm is quietly looming over the capital.

Shen Qingwu, who was shrouded in a web of conspiracy and intrigue, did not relax for a moment. She took advantage of the night and rushed all the way out of the city.

Behind me, the lights and laughter of the capital city gradually faded away, as if isolated from the noisy world.

In the distance, the rolling mountains were shrouded in darkness, like a crawling giant beast, eerily and terrifyingly quiet.

Shen Qingwu rode his horse into the forest, with only the whistling of the cold wind and the rustling of swaying branches in his ears.

A crescent moon hung dimly above her head, like an eye emitting faint light, watching this lonely girl.

Shen Qingwu knew that Chu Ze was the only person she could trust. They had to work together to uncover the mystery and bring justice to the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, she was filled with pride. Women are no less brave than men, defending the country with their blood and lives.

This road will definitely be full of thorns and bumps, but with Chu Ze by her side, she will not be afraid.

"General Chu, here I come!"

Shen Qingwu recited silently in her heart, her eyes as firm as iron.

The clatter of horse hooves sounded like the beating of war drums, heralding a battle of swords and sabers.

The interweaving of blood and fire, the contest between life and death, everything seems to have just begun...

Chu Ze drove fast, his dark eyes staring straight ahead.

The dim moonlight outlined a sharp contour on his angular face, like a cold and majestic statue.

Inside the carriage, bright red silk fluttered in the wind, like a flame dancing in the darkness.

Chu Ze gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart that he must find the real murderer and clear the injustice for the sect leader.

If the king wants his subjects to die, they must die. He has had enough of living under the machinations and schemes, and now is the time to avenge himself and strike back.

The night wind was bleak, making the lights in the car flicker.

The sound of horses' hooves and the rumbling of wheels were heard, and he was the only one fighting alone on the long journey.

Suddenly, a slender figure flashed by like lightning, and stopped in front of the car with a neigh. (End of this chapter)