The Bell that Protects Flowers on the Road of Love 34

"Snap—"

The bamboo basket in the corner suddenly fell down.

Li Fu stood frozen in place, his palms beginning to sweat.

This feeling is so familiar; it's a feeling carrying Zhang Shun's presence, a feeling that he's about to leave this world, a feeling that...

"Miss Ji, help me! Ahhhhhh!"

Li Fu shouted into the air with all his might, and the next second he collapsed to the ground.

"not good!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure rushed straight toward the assassin, drawing his longsword and thrusting the blade directly at the man's shoulder.

The backyard was immediately thrown into chaos.

The sounds of swords clashing rang out continuously. Ji Chaoxi coldly forced back the men in black in front of her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man in black secretly circling behind Xu Ancheng.

She frowned: "Young Master Xu, be careful!"

Ji Chaoxi turned and elbowed the man, kicking him in the chest. The man cried out in pain and crashed into the wall.

Another sword came thrusting from behind. Fu Xianyan frowned and kicked the person to the ground.

In a daze, Ji Chaoxi thought seriously, "Fu Xianyan is so weak, yet he still kicked someone. I hope he didn't break his leg."

In her mind, Fu Xianyan was like a piece of paper.

Qin Qiwu struggled to drag Li Fu to a safe place.

The man in black seized the opportunity to attack Qin Qiwu. Fu Xianyan turned around to block it, and Ji Chaoxi blocked the short knife with her sword. The figures of the group intertwined in the darkness.

Chaos erupted in the courtyard, and the fight quickly spread to the main hall, with sounds of fighting continuing.

The guests who came down to see what was happening, upon seeing this scene from upstairs, were so frightened that they immediately ran away.

The men in black hadn't expected Ji Chaoxi and his group to be so difficult to deal with. Gritting their teeth, they continued their attack.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng, pale-faced, hid upstairs, his body trembling involuntarily. Sure enough, the county magistrate had sent people to kill him.

Xu Ancheng was surrounded by two men in black. Just as he was about to rush out, he was kicked hard in the chest. He staggered back a few steps, and the oil lamp on the table flickered.

"Snap—"

The oil lamp fell to the ground, and the oil spread along the floor. The curtains beside it gradually caught fire, but no one noticed.

Suddenly, a man in black threw a hidden weapon. Fu Xianyan's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his folding fan, the hidden weapon veered off course and struck a nearby wooden stake.

The next second, they suddenly smelled a burning smell.

When Ji Chaoxi turned around, the curtains were already on fire, with flames leaping upwards along them.

"Fire!"

Ji Chaoxi's vision went black. She could already picture the shopkeeper standing with his hands on his hips, yelling at people. There were still so many customers upstairs.

The men in black were also stunned; they had originally intended to eliminate these people quietly.

The leader gritted his teeth: "Kill them first!"

The blade flashed again, and Ji Chaoxi lunged forward, using the opponent's force to pierce the man's heart with the tip of her sword.

The firelight illuminated the entire hall in a crimson glow, and the men in black were already bloodthirsty, while Xu Ancheng was also finding it difficult to fight.

Just as he was about to pass by, he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind him. The man in black was lying on the ground in an extremely contorted position, as if he had lost all his strength.

Ji Chaoxi had just dealt with the people in front of her when she looked at the ashen-faced man in black on the ground behind her, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

The last man in black, upon seeing this strange scene, changed his expression and instinctively tried to run away.

"Did I let you run away?"

Ji Chaoxi pinned him to the ground, saying impatiently, "If you run again, I'll kill you!"

She held him down tightly and tied him up.

Qin Qiwu was struggling to put out the fire, his whole body covered in sweat.

She thought the same as Ji Chaoxi: it would be best to resolve this matter without alerting anyone else.

As soon as Xu Ancheng saw Qin Qiwu, he quickly went forward to help put out the fire.

Fortunately, nothing else burned; only the curtains were mostly burned.

Ji Chaoxi lined up the assassins one by one, and when she finished, she was panting heavily.

"Why has it turned purple?" Ji Chaoxi squatted on the ground, frowning as she looked at the assassin on the ground.

The assassins she killed had normal complexions, but several others had turned from purple to black and were oozing a disgusting liquid.

"Miss Ji, you're dirty." Fu Xianyan, who was carrying a bucket of water, glanced at her.

"Fu Xianyan, their faces have turned dark." Ji Chaoxi ran to Fu Xianyan with a worried expression.

I hope this virus won't infect them.

Fu Xianyan looked at the ash on her face, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, dampened it with water, and gently wiped her face.

"Hmm," he responded softly.

"It looks poisonous." Ji Chaoxi's expression was somewhat grave. She closed her eyes and let Fu Xianyan wipe it.

Fu Xianyan sighed: "Go rest for a while, I'll take care of it later."

Ji Chaoxi frowned deeply: "No, you'll be poisoned."

Ji Chaoxi glanced over, and then the men in black started to emit a foul stench. Just as she was about to get a better look, a cool handkerchief was placed over her face again.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Xianyan asked softly.

Ji Chaoxi felt that Fu Xianyan had been a bit too greedy lately. Even in such a critical situation, he was still thinking about filling his stomach.

"Would you like me to make you a bowl of noodles?"

"want!"

"Okay." Fu Xianyan smiled slightly. "Go sit over there for a while."

The fire in the lobby has been extinguished, but the walls are blackened, and several tables and chairs have been burned.

Qin Qiwu and Xu Ancheng were figuring out how much compensation they should pay the shopkeeper.

Ji Chaoxi glanced at the assassin lying on the ground again and almost vomited. She quickly looked away.

The bound assassin closed his eyes, utterly despondent.

Ji Chaoxi took the silver out of his pocket, and Xu Ancheng looked at this scene, wanting to say something but holding back.

"Young Master Xu and Miss Qin, he also has money!" Ji Chaoxi was overjoyed.

They can pay less money now.

Qin Qiwu's face lit up with joy, and she followed Ji Chaoxi in taking out the money. They also took out all the other assassins' silver.

This time, we'll probably lose a lot of money.

But those assassins who are still spitting venom...

Ji Chaoxi hesitated as she looked at the assassins. What if they also had money? If she didn't pay, wouldn't they have died for nothing?

They also bear responsibility for this fire, and they should pay some price.

Ji Chaoxi told Fu Xianyan about her thoughts.

Fu Xianyan, who was cooking noodles in the kitchen, looked at Ji Chaoxi, who had an expectant look on her face, and his lips twitched.

He flatly refused, saying, "No way."

Ji Chaoxi's face fell, and just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she suddenly realized something.

"Fu Xianyan, can't you tell the difference between the two kings? I'm the leader!"

How dare a second-in-command like him question her?!

Moreover, he doesn't know how to save money at all; he should be more mature.

Fu Xianyan continued cooking noodles calmly: "Even the gang leader won't do."

Ji Chaoxi immediately deflated: "Okay."

She frowned as she watched Fu Xianyan's retreating figure and sighed.

Managing a gang is an art; look how fierce this second-in-command is.