Chapter 337: My hidden weapon has poison on it!

"Yes..."

Hongye, who was just about to pick Chu Chaosheng among the four with her sword, responded subconsciously, but listening to Chen Yan's voice, she suddenly realized something was wrong and looked back: "Bad!"

"Young Master!"

Immediately, without any pause, she kicked Chu Chaosheng in the lower abdomen and galloped to Chen Yan's side, dragging his swaying body.

"Cough..."

The stinging pain in Chen Yan's chest was like countless fine needles pricking. He couldn't help but cough lowly, and a mouthful of dark red blood foam sprayed on the snow, forming a striking contrast with that piece of pure white.

"Where did this hidden weapon come from?!" He gasped for breath under Hongye's support, his fingertips trembling as he pointed to the diamond-shaped dart on his chest.

His gaze was full of doubt.

The two masters were dragged by Zhu Yi, and the remaining four assassins were killed by Hongye, so they shouldn't have been able to take action...

"Got it!"

Zheng Yi, who was entangled with Zhu Yi, caught a glimpse of Chen Yan being struck out of the corner of his eye. A flash of cunning crossed his eyes as he channeled inner energy into his palm and struck forward. After widening the distance from Zhu Yi, he said playfully: "Swordsman, you are indeed very powerful; one against two is no problem for you..."

"But our task is just to drag you, so you can't be distracted!"

It cannot be denied that this person's sword moves and internal strength are at the pinnacle of the world.

Don't know how much gap there is with the number one in the world, anyway, if he were on the Jianghu ranking list, he would definitely be above the two of them!

But the problem is, they are not competing in martial arts!

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Zhu Yi parried Gao Guiyan's twin halberds with one sword, not daring to linger any longer, and immediately withdrew and retreated violently.

Full of anxiety and worry.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"

The assassin Yan Zixian suddenly appeared from the darkness, looking at Chen Yan's face, pulling out a resentful smile: "Chief Chen, didn't you calculate that we would 'repair the plank road openly and cross the Chencang secretly'?"

His voice carried the pride of showing off.

Iron Palm Flying Dragon and the others were just decoys, smoke bombs to attract attention and relax vigilance...

The real killing move was his Yan Zixian's surprise attack!

Fatal in one blow!

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Zhu Yi retreated to Chen Yan's right side, grabbed his cold wrist, and asked with concern.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Chen Yan's eyes were half-closed, his chest heaving violently. Hearing Zhu Yi's voice, he struggled to lift his eyes, his lips moved, but he couldn't make a single sound, only constant coughing.

Immediately, the fishy sweetness rising in his throat blocked his breath. Just as he was about to open his mouth, a mouthful of black blood sprayed out fiercely, splashing on Zhu Yi's clothes.

"Must hurry to treat the Young Master!" Zhu Yi was so shocked that his heart stopped.

Only then did he see clearly that Chen Yan's lips had turned a strange blue-purple, his cheeks were covered with fine cold sweat, and even his breathing carried intermittent gasps.

Clearly, it was a sign that the severe poison had begun to attack the heart.

"Zhu Yi, you send the Young Master back to the mansion first!"

Hongye pushed the extremely weak Chen Yan completely into Zhu Yi's arms and said decisively.

As she spoke, her gaze swept toward the four people who were eyeing them covetously, and she said in a deep voice: "I will drag them..."

Subsequently, her red shirt spun fiercely, and her long sword rose like a startled swan.

Just right blocking in front of Iron Palm Flying Dragon, Jade-Faced Asura, and Night Wandering God.

The sword wind rolled up the bloody snow on the ground, drawing a sharp arc in front of the three people.

"Hmm."

Zhu Yi responded, knowing that there could be no hesitation at this moment, and fiercely hugged Chen Yan horizontally, rushing straight toward the alley entrance without looking back.

Every step stepped on the snow and blood, making a heavy creaking sound.

"Still want to run?"

"Did you ask our opinion?"

Zheng Yi struck out with both palms, forcing Hongye to retreat repeatedly. Where the palm wind swept, the accumulated snow was actually shaken into ice mist.

He stared at Hongye's heaving chest, his mouth curling into deep contempt, "A woman also dares to dream of covering the retreat!"

If the one breaking the rear was that swordsman, maybe he could really stop them...

But relying on her, a woman, to block the three of them, how much did she look down on them!

Jade-Faced Asura Gao Guiyan also sneered, the Ziwu Halberd turning in his palm, the cold light of the blade sweeping across Hongye's face: "Zheng brother is right. This kind of woman who shows her face in public is not worthy of holding a sword. Lying down and waiting for death obediently saves us effort."

Hongye was expressionless, as if she hadn't heard their mockery.

Just as the Iron Palm Flying Dragon's palms struck again, her left hand suddenly fished an oil-paper package from her bosom and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.

With a few light sounds of "pitter-patter," several fist-sized balls exploded, and gray-white smoke rose instantly, carrying a pungent smell, covering half the alley in the blink of an eye.

The smoke was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved, let alone seeing things, even breathing carried burning pain, and the offensive of the four people paused instantly.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Damn it!"

Zheng Yi roared in the smoke, his palm wind striking out wildly, but he only hit the air.

He didn't expect that this dead woman actually hid such means, and was choked into retreating again and again for a while.

Gao Guiyan also waved the Ziwu Halberd, trying to disperse the smoke, but found that the smoke did not disperse with the wind, but spread more and more with the airflow, even the snow under his feet was dyed gray-black.

Deep in the smoke, Hongye's figure was long gone, leaving only a cold and killing-intent-filled sentence: "Iron Palm Flying Dragon, Jade-Faced Asura, if my Young Master has any shortcomings today..."

"Even if you hide to the ends of the earth, I will take your heads!"

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the messy snow-covered ground and the corpses of three assassins.

Chu Chaosheng used his short blade to pick away the last wisp of residual smoke, his gaze sweeping over the empty alley entrance, his face gloomy enough to drip water.

"What are you still stunned for? Chase!" He suddenly gave a low drink, his voice carrying undeniable ruthlessness, "Absolutely cannot let Chen Yan escape!"

"Must bring his head back!"

Zheng Yi and the three looked at each other, but remained motionless, not even having the intention of taking a step.

"Can't catch up..." Gao Guiyan put away the Ziwu Halberd, his gaze deep, shook his head, and said leisurely, "With that swordsman's light body technique, this time is enough for him to go far!"

The red-clothed woman dragged a few moves, plus that annoying smoke, creating enough time to escape.

With his skill, wanting to catch up again is extremely difficult!

Zheng Yi nodded, expressing agreement, raised his eyes to sweep over the street and alley, took the conversation, and said: "And, we can't stay here for too long..."

"The movement of the fight just now, I'm afraid the night patrol soldiers will arrive before long!"

The pursuit simply didn't exist in objective conditions.

The night patrol soldiers might already be on the way, and will arrive before long...

If they were really entangled, it would be difficult to get away. If the employer was exposed, it would be even more of a loss than a gain!

"Damn it!"

Chu Chaosheng also realized this layer, so angry that he stamped his feet fiercely, the snow was splashed up, and even the frozen soil under his feet cracked a fine crack.

After a pause, he continued: "All efforts wasted!"

"Still let Chen Yan escape!"

"After this failure, Chen Yan will definitely be on guard. It will definitely be extremely difficult to kill him in the future!"

In his words, it was full of annoyance.

What kind of person is Chen Yan?

This kind of opportunity will never happen again!

"That may not be so!"

Yan Zixian crossed his arms on his chest and spoke unhurriedly.

"What do you mean?" Chu Chaosheng was startled and asked in confusion.

"My hidden weapon has poison on it!"

Yan Zixian raised his head, smiled, his tone carrying a bit of pride: "Do you think Chen Yan's guards would be in such a hurry to take him away?"

"However, what if he escapes back to the Chief's mansion?"

"Once that poison flows through the whole body, it will be Chen Yan's death day!"

His eyes were full of confidence in winning.

Which good person plays with hidden weapons without quenching poison?

Specially giving the prey a chance to save themselves?

He, the dignified Night Wandering God, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

"Chief Chen will not see tomorrow's sun!"

Gao Guiyan recalled the black blood that was spat out, also nodded in agreement, and said with a deep laugh: "It's nothing more than moving a grave..."

As one of the Top Ten Masters of the Jianghu, he still knew the means of the Night Wandering God extremely well.

After being hit by this hidden weapon, the possibility of surviving is extremely slim!

So what if the swordsman took Chen Yan away?

Most likely, he didn't have time to treat him and eventually died on the road!

"Good, too good!"

Chu Chaosheng was startled at first, then as if suddenly unloading a thousand-jin burden, his tightly locked brow "swished" and relaxed.

The gloom in his eyes was instantly replaced by ecstasy, and even his voice carried uncontrollable trembling: "As expected of the Night Wandering God!"

"Truly detailed in everything, thoughtful!"

Chu Chaosheng's mood was like riding a roller coaster, first falling to the bottom, then instantly becoming great.

As long as Chen Yan is dead, it doesn't matter if he got the head or not.

Yan Zixian lightly lifted his sleeves, and after exchanging a look with Gao Guiyan and Zheng Yi, smiled proudly: "That is naturally to be worthy of the gold spent by the two old Pillars of State!"

"How can we let them down?"

Chu Chaosheng clasped his fists: "This humble one will definitely ask for credit for the three!"

"This place is not suitable for staying for long..." Gao Guiyan frowned and urged, "Hurry back to report!"

When Zhu Yi hugged Chen Yan and rushed into the Chief's mansion, the snow turned into mud and water under his boots, mixed with blood stains on the stone slabs, dragging a long trail.

The servants in the mansion were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly went to report.

Passing through layers of corridors, he carefully placed Chen Yan on the bed in the bedroom.

The moment the brocade quilt touched Chen Yan's body, he twitched violently, a faint groan spilling from his throat, and the bloodstain on his chest had already bloomed into a dark, dull black on his brocade robe.

"Zhu Yi, what happened?" Pei Suiwan heard the news and rushed over, her plain dress still stained with some charcoal ash, clearly rushing over from the warm pavilion, "How could Husband be injured so heavily?"

"Madam, on the way back to the mansion, we encountered a group of villains assassinating..." Zhu Yi knelt on one knee, his forehead against the cold ground, his voice hoarse, "A thief was hiding in the dark and attacked the Young Master with a hidden weapon!"

"It is my failure to protect!"

"Please punish me, Madam!"

Pei Suiwan took a deep breath, her gaze suddenly becoming firm: "Now is not the time to say these things!"

"Mingyue, immediately send someone into the palace to invite the imperial physician!"

"Send someone to invite the best doctors in Chang'an City, the more the better!" ===== CHAPTER 338 =====