The dark, collapsing boathouse room was filled with a faint smell of alcohol, burnt odor, and blood. The river water flowed gently, blood spreading in the water at the feet of the figure, painting a patch of dark red. Gu Yanzhen stood there alone, and for a long while, his head suddenly tilted, not knowing where to look.

The wind swept through the woods and mountains behind, making a low "whooshing" sound.

The door had been broken, and tiles and pieces of the collapsing roof kept falling. By the faint starlight, one could see the nearly dried blood on the ground. Three corpses lay in the room, including the Yang Yi and Yang Heng brothers. Those two giants, who always seemed so fierce to him, were now dead just like that. The scene before his eyes clearly told him that this entire boathouse was dead!

It should have been a very simple matter. Walking through the mountains and forests, his heart had no ripples, only thinking about the things after arriving in Leping. He had Lao Liu with him. When they arrived at the boathouse, there were those two fierce brothers. Although they were outlaws, they were at least on his side. There was Ning Liheng, who had been captured, and there would also be the family of the Yang brothers.

And in that instant, Lao Liu gently pushed the door. The wooden beam crashed out, the roof collapsed, the wooden planks below vibrated, and dust fell in a rustling sound. In this instant, he discovered that everyone who should have been there, in his imagination, was dead.

It felt as if the entire world was pressing down, blood spreading below, darkness all around, strange, the water, the wind, the forest, the entire world was filled with evil at this moment, leaving only him alone.

"Lao… Lao Liu…"

He swallowed, and murmured a call. The surrounding silence seemed to make his voice exceptionally loud, but the arrows pierced through his body from behind without reservation. The corpse in the water, except for the blood still flowing, was completely still – it didn't even look like a corpse. How could the blood of such a completely dead body flow so fast? Just a moment ago, he was full of life, how could he suddenly die so completely?

As if expecting the body to move slightly, he called out again, "Sixth Uncle."

Dark red had already stretched out a dark red ribbon on the river. There could be no more answer. Gu Yanzhen then turned around blankly twice, and began to walk slowly towards the shore.

When he was about halfway there, he saw the figure in the woods.

Because that figure made a sound, a heave, as if vomiting, and he could only vaguely see the outline from afar. The person sat in the darkness among the bamboo forest, hunched over slightly. He almost subconsciously stopped, wanting to run into the river beside him. The river was not deep, but looking back at the way Lao Liu's body was pierced by arrows, he still didn't jump in, but quickly walked forward. The figure in the bamboo forest stood up with something in his hand, and walked towards this side. Gu Yanzhen heard the night wind carrying the faint, strange singing, the melody strange, sung slowly, the voice not loud, seeming somewhat weak, the song was like this:

"Left~ three circles… right~ three circles… neck~ twist… butt~ twist… early to bed and early to rise, let's… exercise…"

The figure revealed its identity.

Under the starlight, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng.

The figure looked a little weak, with bandages wrapped around his hands, stained with blood, but there was an unspeakable aura about him. Gu Yanzhen hesitated for only two seconds, then ran along the riverbank towards the forest on the other side.

……

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When Lao Liu was knocked into the river by the wooden beam, Ning Yi had been sitting in the darkness for a long time.

The pain in his left hand, shoulder, and chest was still surging, each time more clearly pulling at his nerves. He sat there slowly chewing leaves, the bitter and astringent taste constantly stimulating his taste buds and brain, keeping his mind sharp. However, it was still a little unbearable to hold on until midnight to attract people with torches. His stomach spasmed and he vomited once.

Now, looking at the scholar he didn't recognize, he couldn't help but vomit again. Then he picked a few leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, picked up the crossbow beside him, and hummed the song that he found somewhat absurd due to the code, walking out of the bamboo forest.

The scholar ran away, rushing towards the bamboo forest on the other side. Ning Yi followed unhurriedly with the crossbow in his hand. The memory of the lyrics was a little messed up, but he was too lazy to try to remember them at this time, so he sang: "Shake your feet… shake your feet… do deep breaths often… let us be happy and you won't get old…"

The running figure tripped over a rope in front, and with a swoosh, a small bamboo pole whipped up, not with much force. This was a failed trap, Ning Yi thought in his heart. However, the scholar still fell to the ground in fear. Ning Yi saw him turn around, struggling to get up and run again, but he tripped over the same rope twice and fell again.

"What's going on?" Ning Yi raised his crossbow, aimed at him, and then shortened the distance by a few meters, carefully looking at the person's appearance by the starlight. He finally confirmed that he didn't know him. "Who are you? What have I… cough… what have I been doing lately… that's so outrageous?"

The voice was a little hoarse, weary, and weak. The wind seemed to blow exceptionally hard at this moment, shaking the forest behind. The fallen scholar looked at him in fear. After a long time, he said, "Gu… Gu Hong… Gu Yanzhen…"

The wind suddenly stopped, and Ning Yi was stunned. He opened his mouth slightly, his expression a little surprised. He had heard the name, yes, of course he had heard it! But… He blinked his eyes somewhat absurdly, and after a moment, his mouth opened a little wider, and then his eyebrows furrowed, seeming to roll his eyes. He raised his right hand holding the crossbow and wiped the sweat under his nose caused by weakness. At this time, his eyes were no longer on Gu Yanzhen. He turned around and took a step as if he were pacing. Gu Yanzhen, who was relaxing a little, saw the figure suddenly turn his head, raise the crossbow, approach in two steps, and pull the trigger. The string rang!

"****** Lunatic…"

Gu Yanzhen couldn't react at all. In Ning Yi's murmured voice, his body suddenly trembled. Then, he looked at the arrow piercing his abdomen in disbelief. The shaft of the arrow was embedded in his body, standing long and straight under the starlight. His teeth trembled, his expression as if he was about to cry, but also as if he couldn't understand such a concept at all. Blood seemed to be seeping out, hot and spicy, and he subconsciously reached out to press it.

"Ha… ah… ha…"

There were no tears, but he looked like he was crying, but the sound was not loud, he was a little flustered. Ning Yi threw away the crossbow and looked at this scene, then took a deep breath and squatted down.

"Press with both hands, come on, bring that hand over too, press both hands here, that's right, that's right, don't move, don't shout too loudly, it will make you lose too much blood, then you can't be saved." Gu Yanzhen's two hands were pressed on the edge of his abdomen where the arrow had pierced, preventing the bleeding. Ning Yi also helped to press his right hand on it, his words calm and steady, as if coaxing a child. Gu Yanzhen seemed to be crying, looking at him while crying.

"That's right, that's it. If you're lucky, this arrow shouldn't have broken your intestines. Don't be excited, don't cry. My voice isn't loud either, and I'm very tired. We should calm down and communicate… So, did you do something to Nie Yunzhu?"

Gu Yanzhen almost subconsciously shook his head. Ning Yi looked into his eyes, then nodded and smiled. In fact, his face was paper-white at this time, covered in a cold sweat.

"A good start, Brother Yanzhen, thank you. So… besides the ones who are already dead, who else knows that you came here? To do these things?"

This time Gu Yanzhen hesitated for a long time.

"I… I am an imperial official… I am an imperial official, if I die, you…"

He said these words intermittently, Ning Yi's eyes gradually turned cold. He drew out the steel knife from behind and slashed it down on his thigh.

"Ahhhhhhhh—"

The scream tore through the night sky, and the birds in the nearby riverbank forest were startled and flew away. Gu Yanzhen's face was covered in tears, and he wet his pants. Blood flowed freely from his thigh. After a while like this.

"Come on, bring one hand over, and press here too, press it, that's right. I'm also very sad, we should understand each other… You see, Brother Yanzhen, Official Brother, next, we can repeat the question just now… or, you can repeat the answer just now…"

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When the flames were burning fiercely in the boathouse, Ning Yi turned around and walked towards the forest, already full of exhaustion, his nerves twitching weakly.

The bodies of the Yang family, Gu Yanzhen, and Lao Liu were all enveloped in the flames. When they were discovered downstream, no one knew what they would be burned into.

A disaster out of nowhere!

He had encountered many things in his life, both good and bad. He had fought with people and risked his life when he was young, and he had experienced serious injuries and near-death experiences. Only this time, it was the most inexplicable. No wonder he couldn't even feel a little clue before it happened. Just now, he was racking his brains for this matter, but he didn't expect it to be such an absurd reason.

That Gu Yanzhen.

****** Lunatic!

He didn't even know him before this.

What he hated most were these so-called hooligans!

Cursing inwardly, he still had to force himself to cheer up in his mind. He had to walk out of this section of road, and the further he could walk, the better. There were still one or two insiders in the place that Gu Yanzhen mentioned, but it was impossible to kill people to silence them at this time. He could only wait until later, or ask Lu Hongti to help, which would also be considered as repaying the favor, after all, it was not a small matter.

Thinking like this, he felt more and more tired in his heart. The road ahead was sometimes bright, sometimes dark, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. At one moment. It seemed that the chirping of birds sounded in his ears. The sound was strange, and he had vaguely heard it somewhere before. Not long after, he tried his best to gather his gaze again. On the small road in front, a figure came whistling, and in a blink of an eye, he was by his side, and helped him up.

"What's wrong with you!"

This was Lu Hongti's voice.

His spirit relaxed, and he fainted. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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