Chapter 375: They Cannot Die Yet

This time, Zhou Yanli, who had always been too lazy to pay her any mind, raised his head for the first time in his life; he endured his headache and stared fixedly at her.

His pale, thin lips trembled slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"How could you know? Who told you?"

Bai Wei was stunned.

Her mind was buzzing with noise.

It seemed as if something had been connected in the darkness.

Zhou Yanli, Zhou Yuchuan...

The same appearance, the same age, the same curse...

At this moment, Bai Wei also remembered.

Zhou Yanli had Precognition, and Zhou Yuchuan had also helped her avoid danger several times.

When a flowerpot fell from the sky, Zhou Yuchuan had pushed her away in advance; when her cousin brought thugs to kill her, Zhou Yuchuan was far away in Yanjing, yet he somehow knew about the incident and even called Ye Lao to help.

Bai Wei was certain now!

Zhou Yuchuan, just like Zhou Yanli, also had the ability of Precognition!

Her heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

Why were they so similar?

No!

It was not just similar, but exactly the same; they were fundamentally the same person!

Zhou Yanli and Zhou Yuchuan were like two people standing in front of a mirror, using time and space as the glass, looking at themselves within it.

It was just that one was in the ancient era and the other in the modern, the two existing in different times and spaces.

Bai Wei shook her head.

She could not think about this anymore.

Time was tight now; she had to find a way to deceive Zhou Yanli and transport these supplies back to the modern era.

Just then, she suddenly heard Zhou Yanli's urgent voice.

"Get out of the way!"

As soon as Bai Wei looked up, her vision blurred, and a white figure flashed before her.

At the same time, a crisp gunshot rang out!

"Clang!"

The Bullet struck metal, emitting a sharp sound of clashing iron.

Bai Wei's eyes widened abruptly, and she blurted out in alarm.

"Zhou Yanli!"

Zhou Yanli stood in front of her, and a patch of bright red slowly seeped across his white robes.

He held his Long Sword in one hand and clutched his chest with the other, breathing with difficulty.

Not far away, Young Master Li and a group of figures emerged from behind a pile of crates.

Beside them stood a Fusang Person holding a gun, the muzzle aimed at Zhou Yanli.

Bai Wei recognized at a glance that this Fusang Person was the small leader named "Kimura," holding a gun in his hand and wearing a modern Steel Helmet on his head!

Only then did she discover there was a cellar behind that pile of crates; she had been negligent just now and failed to notice them hiding in the cellar!

Young Master Li glared viciously at Bai Wei, gritting his teeth with a sneer.

"Shopkeeper Bai, you really have a charmed life to have survived even this!"

Bai Wei had no time to deal with him and rushed forward to check Zhou Yanli's injuries.

"How are you? Where are you hurt? Don't move around!"

Zhou Yanli's lips moved as he tried to speak, but he couldn't help coughing violently, and a trace of fresh blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his chest with his hand and shook his head slowly.

"I'm fine... it didn't... hit a vital point..."

His voice was hoarse, and he seemed to have used all his strength just to say those few words.

As he spoke, fresh blood rapidly stained his white robe, looking exceptionally jarring.

Kimura looked Zhou Yanli over, a cruel grin appearing on his face.

"I heard the National Preceptor of the Daliang Kingdom had the ability of Precognition, and I didn't expect it to be true. You actually managed to foresee the Bullet; if you hadn't used your sword to block it in advance and kept the bullet from hitting a vital point, your heart would have been pierced through by now!"

Steward Liu emerged from somewhere and shouted anxiously, "Samurai Kimura, hurry and fire a few more shots to kill them all!"

Bai Wei's gaze turned cold, and she immediately stood in front of Zhou Yanli, ready to use her mental power to shift a Steel Plate to block the bullets at any moment.

However, Kimura shook his head.

"No, they cannot die yet."

"Why?" Young Master Li grew anxious and hurriedly ran forward. "If this woman hadn't drugged the food, you wouldn't have lost so many men! And this National Preceptor has been working against you Fusang people; keeping them alive will lead to endless trouble."

"Zhou Yanli cannot die," Kimura said, a look of intense interest flashing in his eyes. "His ability of Precognition is a gift from the gods; he can serve General Tokugawa and foresee all kinds of dangers!"

Having lost too much blood, Zhou Yanli's face was as white as paper, but he forced himself to sneer.

"Serve the Fusang people? In your dreams!"

Kimura smiled. "You are injured to this extent and no longer have the strength to resist. Once I drag you back to Fusang, I naturally have a hundred ways to make you kneel and submit to General Tokugawa."

As he spoke, he shifted the muzzle of his gun to point at Bai Wei.

"As for this woman... she is indeed a scourge and of no use to Fusang. For the sake of Zhou, I will shatter her head and give her a quick end."

Bai Wei scoffed. "Fine, try and see if you can kill me!"

"Hey, wait!" Young Master Li hurriedly squeezed over, his face full of fawning smiles. "Samurai Kimura, since this woman is useless, can you hand her over to us?"

"What do you want with her?"

Young Master Li of the firm glanced back at Bai Wei, his eyes full of malice.

"This woman caused Fuji Trading Firm to be driven out of Yannan and even snatched away our business of delivering fabrics to the palace; letting her die just like that would be letting her off too easily."

"I want to capture her and sell her to the lowest-class brothel, and let beggars and porters... have their fill of her!"

Steward Liu also followed up with a sharp shout, "That's right, let her be played to death! Let's see who else dares to go against our Fuji Trading Firm in the future."

Bai Wei could not help but cry out, "You are so vicious!"

"Stand behind me," Zhou Yanli said in a low voice, then stepped forward to block Bai Wei.

He raised his head, his cold gaze filled with killing intent slowly sweeping across the few of them.

"If you dare touch her, I will leave not even a chicken or dog alive in Fuji Trading Firm."

"Zhou Yanli, you..." Bai Wei looked at him, her heart filled with overwhelming emotion.

Even in his current state, he was still insisting on protecting her.

Xiao Moting came from a military background and did not care much about his appearance, living a somewhat rough life, but Zhou Yanli was different; his white robes were always spotless and scented with herbs, and even when he was ill, he would stubbornly refuse to be sloppy, insisting on keeping himself clean and tidy.

But now, his clean white robes were stained with large patches of bright red, his cold and aloof face was smeared with blood, and his hair was disheveled, making him look utterly wretched.

He had always looked sickly, and now, having lost so much blood, his complexion was so pale it was almost transparent, appearing so fragile that he seemed as if he would collapse with a gust of wind.

"Tsk tsk, National Preceptor Zhou, why must you suffer like this?" Young Master Li stroked his chin, lecherously sizing up Zhou Yanli, "With such a handsome face, looking like a sickly beauty, it is truly heart-wrenching to behold. There are many princes and ministers in Shengjing who have a taste for your type."

Steward Liu also rubbed his hands fawningly, his face full of lewd smiles, "I heard that back when he was the National Preceptor, many people coveted him, but they dared not act rashly due to his status as National Preceptor. Now that he has been reduced to a prisoner, I fear many people are eyeing him, and he is going to suffer quite a bit."