Lin Luochen was furious at this moment; God knew how he had gotten through the past half an hour.
He climbed over a wall and encountered a dog, entered a house and stumbled upon an affair, and even managed to collapse a roof he stepped on—it was utterly preposterous.
If he hadn't been incredibly lucky, he would have died on that journey.
Now, seeing these two culprits, Lin Luochen was enraged, and Broken Blade appeared in his hand.
Murong Xiazhu saw his murderous intent and immediately felt a little guilty.
Who was this boy? How was he completely unharmed?
Murong Xiazhu shielded Murong Qiuzhi and said with a dry laugh, "Young Master, it's a misunderstanding. Let's talk this over properly!"
Her injuries hadn't healed yet, so she wasn't confident she could defeat Lin Luochen, and she was genuinely afraid of his flying daggers.
Lin Luochen snorted coldly, glanced warily at the city, and, gripping Broken Blade, jumped directly onto the carriage.
"Go!"
Although he wasn't afraid of the city's constables, he didn't want to cause trouble, so it was best to leave first.
The carriage continued forward, and Lin Luochen swaggered to the center of the carriage, taking the main seat.
Based on Lin Luochen's previous observations of Murong Xiazhu, this woman was not skilled in close combat and relied entirely on spells and talismans in her hand.
But all her talismans had been taken by him, so at this distance, she had no chance of winning.
Murong Xiazhu pulled Murong Qiuzhi far away from him, looking as if she was sitting on pins and needles, full of apprehension.
She didn't want to be caught in the crossfire; at this moment, she wished she could be as far away from this guy as possible.
Lin Luochen sneered, "Murong Xiazhu, is it? You certainly made me search for you!"
At this moment, the two girls sat side by side, almost identical; if not for the differences in their clothes and expressions, it would have been impossible to tell them apart.
Murong Xiazhu's eyes darted around, and she forced a smile onto her face.
"Young Master, how did you find me?"
Lin Luochen snorted and did not reply. If it weren't for Rat's success this time, he truly would have let these two sisters escape.
"I'll settle the score with you later, Murong Qiuzhi, quickly remove the strange spell on me!"
According to Qu Lingyin, he must have been afflicted by some spell to be so unlucky.
Recalling what Murong Qiuzhi had said, Lin Luochen suspected he had been cursed when the two had come into contact.
Murong Qiuzhi looked a bit troubled, "Young Master, I have no cultivation, so how could I cast a spell on you?"
Lin Luochen was stunned for a moment, but he could only use his Qi-Gazing technique once every three days, so he really wasn't sure if she was a cultivator.
And sensing spiritual power required physical contact, and he really didn't dare to rashly make physical contact with Murong Qiuzhi again.
"You mean, touching you brings bad luck?"
Murong Qiuzhi nodded, "Young Master, I was born inauspicious. Everyone who touches me will encounter misfortune."
Lin Luochen still didn't believe Murong Qiuzhi was so sinister, and he frowned slightly.
"How is that possible? Just touching you twice brings bad luck? Is it really that sinister?"
"It is!"
The Murong sisters nodded simultaneously, and Murong Xiazhu even looked at him with sympathy.
"Young Master, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, hurry and do them. Don't leave any regrets!"
Lin Luochen sneered, "I'm just going to refuse to believe in evil!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi's voice came from ahead: "Miss, be careful, there's an ambush!"
The carriage jolted violently, and Lin Luochen's head hit the carriage wall, making him wince in pain.
The Murong sisters were also tossed around like rolling gourds, and Murong Qiuzhi cried out, stumbling in front of Lin Luochen.
Lin Luochen instinctively supported her, which prevented her from hitting her head, but she still crashed into his chest.
The two were one above, one below, face to face, and the atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward.
Lin Luochen immediately felt a bad premonition, because the Green Lotus in his sea of consciousness began to shake wildly again.
Damn it, it counts even if she crashed into him herself?
Just as Lin Luochen was about to think, all the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end, and a strong sense of life-and-death crisis emerged.
He vaguely saw a scene: a burly man was closely pursuing the carriage, suddenly throwing a javelin at the carriage.
Lin Luochen instinctively dodged to the side. The next second, a javelin pierced through the back of the carriage and then flew out of the carriage door.
A woman's scream came, and Murong Qiuzhi cried out, "Zhou Yi!"
Lin Luochen broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't dodged in time, that spear would have been a direct headshot.
At this moment, he had no choice but to believe it, cursing silently at how sinister it was.
"Fire!"
A loud shout rang out, and arrows rained down from all directions, accompanied by the sound of arrows colliding with the carriage.
The horse pulling the carriage let out a mournful cry, and the entire carriage tilted forward. A muffled groan came from directly ahead.
Lin Luochen awkwardly held Murong Qiuzhi to maintain his balance, listening to the sounds to identify positions and deflect the stray arrows that flew in.
Murong Xiazhu pressed tightly against the carriage, rapidly casting spells in her hand. A whirlwind surrounded the carriage as she asked anxiously,
"Zhou Yi, are you alright?"
But the Zhou Yi outside clearly didn't seem alright, and footsteps sounded from all directions, indicating that people were charging forward.
A murderous glint flashed in Murong Xiazhu's eyes, and she said in a deep voice, "Help me look after Qiu Zhi, and I will give you the ascension token you want!"
She surrounded herself with a whirlwind, directly opened the carriage door, and slipped out of the carriage.
The horse pulling the carriage had been shot in the head by an arrow, lying on the ground, completely lifeless.
That Zhou Yi lay not far away, struck by many arrows, with a large hole in her chest.
Around them, a group of masked men in black charged with their blades, led by a man wielding a long spear, exuding a fierce aura.
Higher up, a burly man held a large bow, aiming and drawing an arrow at Murong Xiazhu.
Murong Xiazhu cast a spell in her hand, gnashing her teeth, "Yue Hua, Luo Yao, you're looking for death!"
The whirlwind around the carriage transformed into invisible wind blades, flying out and harvesting lives one after another.
The burly man with the long spear said nothing, swinging his spear and scattering one wind blade after another.
And the burly man with the bow from above shot an arrow, forcing Murong Xiazhu to exert all her strength to change the arrow's direction.
The distance between the two rapidly shortened. The iron-tower-like burly man suddenly leaped three zhang high, his right arm pulled back like a full moon.
The javelin in his hand shimmered with a cold light, and he was about to throw another javelin.
Just at this moment, the top of the carriage exploded.
Amidst the flying wood splinters, a white figure, like a dragon emerging from the sea, burst through the roof, holding a demonic blood-colored blade in his hand.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the blood blade flew out with lightning speed, heading straight for the burly man's head in mid-air.
The burly man had no idea there was another master in the carriage, and he didn't have Murong Xiazhu's ability to move in mid-air.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled sound like a watermelon bursting, the burly man's head instantly exploded.
His headless body was carried by inertia for several zhang, crashing heavily into a pile of broken stones by the roadside, twitching a few times.
The splashing blood splattered on the black-clad men, chilling them to the bone and making their scalps tingle.
This was a cultivator in the late Qi Condensation stage!
And he's gone just like that?
The white figure landed on the shattered roof of the carriage, his robes billowing like clouds, his long hair flying freely, looking extraordinarily dashing.
Everyone in the field was awestruck. While Murong Xiazhu was secretly delighted, she also felt a lingering fear.
She had offended him; would she end up like this too?
Lin Luochen glanced at the disfigured burly man, and much of the resentment in his heart dissipated.
He hated it when people aimed for his head, whether it was the big one or the small one!
Lin Luochen looked at Murong Xiazhu with icy eyes, his tone chilling to the bone.
"Remember what you just said, or he will be your example!"
Murong Xiazhu nodded obediently, but her heart was in a panic.
Oh no, would next year's today be her death anniversary?