The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

Guo Yixue seemed to sense the vaguely tense atmosphere between them, so she stopped talking and followed Yun Qingmin closely, while carefully observing the movements around her.

Gradually, the field of vision began to expand.

The fine sand was blown by the breeze, a little hazy.

The surroundings became more and more quiet, so quiet that only the footsteps of their group and the creaking of the carriage crushing the road were left.

The coachman also seemed to be infected, swallowing his saliva frequently, and clutching the reins tightly.

An empty place.

It's where they rested here before.

Some of the weeds had been cut down earlier, and it looked much wider than the rest.

Yun Qingmin paused for a moment, glanced at Wen Beiyao and Che Shuo: "Here we are."

Guo Yixue grasped the hem of his clothes, a little nervous.

Wen Beiyao protected Yiran, walked forward step by step, and softly replied: "Not many people?"

Cheshuo paid attention to the movement around him, and listened attentively: "No, there are more and more."

Cheftun swallowed more frequently.

It seems that they are holding each other.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Yun Qingmin softly comforted Guo Yixue: "Liangzi, take it easy, you'll be fine."

"Okay..." Guo Yixue raised her head, met his deep black eyes, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth.

She believes in Dayun.

The people there stopped moving, as if they were waiting for something.

Yun Qingmin walked forward with a blank expression, while looking back at Wen Beiyao, the eyes of the two met in the air: the dark man didn't show up, he was blocked by someone.

Wen Beiyao frowned slightly: I found it, it should be.

Yun Qingmin withdrew his gaze: adapt to the situation.

It seemed that the group of them was slowly walking into some kind of trap.

Cheshuo took out two porcelain jars from his sleeve, poured out a few and gave them to each of them: "Eat it, it will cleanse your heart and prevent poison."

The others didn't say much and just swallowed it.

Che Shuo poured a few pills from another bottle and gave it to Guo Yixue: "Anti-birth."

"Thank you." Guo Yixue swallowed without the slightest hesitation.

She knows that now she is the one who will hurt others the most, and is also the most dangerous.

Suddenly, the surrounding weeds swayed wildly, and black shadows flashed out from the surrounding weeds.

Masked men surrounded them layer by layer, all holding a sharp sword in their hands, leaving only one way.

Yun Qingmin glanced at the only road that was not blocked by anyone, and frowned slightly.

It is a small cliff.

Obviously well planned - unless you can break through the layers of masked people in front of you, you can only jump off the cliff.

The sun shone on the sharp sword, which reflected a dazzling white light.

Guo Yixue found that her legs were actually a little weak.

Her palms were covered with cold sweat, she only let herself hold Yun Qingmin's clothes tightly with one hand, and silently stepped back behind him, trying not to let herself drag them down too much.

When the man in black appeared, Yi Ran quickly took out the silver whip from his bag, held it tightly in his hand, and stood side by side with Wen Beiyao, pursing his lips.

Wen Beiyao took out the white fan pinned to his waist, spread it out, and held it in his hand. He glanced at her sideways, and just told her: "Don't get hurt, I will feel bad."

Yi Ran nodded.

Che Shuo took out a silver stick from his sleeve, and slowly stretched the silver stick, and then stretched it again. Finally, the silver stick was as long as a sword. On the top of the silver stick, there was a glowing Thin needles of black light.

Several people surrounded Guo Yixue, protecting him tightly.

The coachman had already been frightened by this scene, his legs went limp, he turned over and got out of the carriage, and hid under the carriage, trembling.

Everything feels so urgent.

I don't know which masked man shouted loudly: "Kill!"

All the masked men immediately waved their sharp swords like a bewitched man, and suddenly attacked them.

Yun Qingmin stood in front of Guo Yixue, flipped her right hand slightly, and swept forward with a merciless palm.

Several masked men were thrown out by the palm wind, vomited blood, and died.

The palm of the right hand fell, and the palm of the left hand followed it indifferently and ruthlessly, preventing them from having any chance to move forward.

Guo Yixue watched the lives go by one by one, suppressed the discomfort that filled her heart, and stood behind him forcefully, not to let herself drag him down any further.

Baby, bless mother and father, please.

Yi Ran flicked the silver whip in his hand nimbly, and swiped at the masked man's sharp sword again and again, pulling away the sharp sword in the masked man's hand.

The white fan in Wen Beiyao's hand brushed quickly, accurately and ruthlessly over the blood veins on the masked man's neck, and the blood sprayed out, killing him instantly.

Che Shuo clenched the silver stick tightly, stepped forward and stabbed the masked man neatly, dodging the sharp sword while dodging, foaming at the mouth everywhere he went, falling to the ground.

A wave of masked men fell, and more masked men rushed towards them.

As if they couldn't be killed, more and more corpses were piled up on the ground, and none of them were injured.

Suddenly, the masked man threw several smoke bombs in their direction.

Yun Qingmin waved his hand, and the smoke bomb rolled into the nearby grass. The smoke enveloped the surrounding grass, making it impossible to see the scenery in the grass.

Wen Beiyao knew that the other party was trying to make them unable to distinguish the direction, so the white fan slashed open the smoke bomb.

The smoke bombs seemed to be thrown endlessly, and the masked man still stepped forward with his sword, which was bound to kill them.

Smoke bombs still had time to fall near them.

With a "bang", the surrounding area was instantly surrounded by smoke, and the scenery could not be seen clearly.

In an instant, several smoke bombs fell in succession.

The surrounding area is becoming more and more white, and I can't see the scenery clearly, and I can't tell the direction.

Yun Qingmin subconsciously stretched out her hand behind her, and grabbed the wrist of the person behind her: "Liangzi..."

"Bei Yao?"

No, this is Yiran's voice!

Yi Ran felt that someone grabbed her hand, and wanted to see who it was, but the smoke was so heavy that she couldn't see clearly at all.

Yun Qingmin let go of her hand, and her heart suddenly rose to the highest point.

"Liangzi, where are you?" He controlled his voice so as not to tremble.

"Dayun, I'm here, where are you?"

Guo Yixue's voice seemed to come from the left.

Yun Qingmin moved to the left, no.

There was a vast expanse of white around him, as if he was the only one around.

"Liangzi, don't move." He took a deep breath, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

I don't know which direction it is, but it is towards the small cliff.

Don't worry about Liangzi, don't do it.

There seemed to be a sword edge approaching him by his ear, and the cold chill made him turn his right hand over and slapped fiercely.

Someone fell to the ground and vomited blood.

He moved slowly to the left, and he felt the familiar breath in that direction.

Wen Beiyao knew what should have happened to Yun Qingmin, but he couldn't help him, so he could only stick his back to Yiran's back and be careful of the movement around him.

Because Che Shuo tried various medicines since he was a child, the fingernails of his fingers turned black, and his eyes could see people clearly in the whiteness.

Now, only he can see everything clearly.