When Zhu Wanquan heard the fierce fighting outside the museum, he immediately asked his subordinates nervously: "What happened outside!"

The subordinate knelt down and said, "Report to the gang leader, a group of assassins suddenly came from outside, fighting with our people!"

Zhu Wanquan and his wife were shocked and shouted angrily: "Assassin? Which road is on!"

The subordinate trembled: "The person who came said nothing and started fighting with us..."

Zhu Wanquan frowned his shrewd eyebrows and thought to himself that this was not in line with the rules of the world. However, the noisy stopped at this time, and then another person rushed in to report the news: "Gangmaster! The person who took the lead defeated our nine masters!"

"What did you say!" Zhu Wanquan was so panicked and angry, "Then they were going to rush in! Send more people to block them!"

The gang members raised their heads: "No, gang leader, that guy broke through the sword formation and led his subordinates to evacuate. I guess if they just came to challenge the nine masters?"

"Not killing?" Zhu Wanquan pondered suspiciously, always feeling that things were not that simple, and suddenly he suddenly realized-

"No, they are here for the goods! Take people with me to the dock!"

Zhu Wanquan predicted that this was just a trick of delaying time by the other party, and hurriedly gathered his subordinates to run out of the inn.

As soon as he left, a red figure fell from the eaves of the roof. He was a girl with rich makeup. She was covered with white clothes inside and covered with a layer of blood-red gauze. Her sleeves and skirt were cut irregularly, like layered petals, touching the ground like a blooming red lotus.

She had a rare hairstyle, her hair was flowing, and a pair of red fin-shaped jewelry was tied behind her ears. There were a few golden feathers hanging behind her back and waist. The golden scales looked like extremely exquisite decorations, but they were murderous.

The girl has a kind of cool beauty that is inconsistent with her age. The charming red eyeshadow extends to the contour of her eyes, and cinnabar embellishes the eyebrows, drawing a pattern like an evil fire. Her red lips are bright and seem to have a sneer.

She went straight to Mrs. Zhu Wanquan, and the remaining gangs around came forward to protect her. She waved her arms and turned around. In an instant, the wind blew everywhere. She opened her gauze skirt and flew into the air with the golden feather pendant on her body. She flew straight towards the gangs rushing around like a vicious snake with eyes. The golden pieces with sharp serrations instantly pierced their throats.

The people who were able to protect themselves fell down one by one. Mrs. Zhu hugged the baby in her arms and shivered, looking at her intimidated like a ghost from hell, approaching step by step...

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Youmeng and the Winter Solstice walked out of the Wu Mansion and suddenly heard a group of people riding horses whizzing past the street market beside her. She subconsciously looked up and saw that it was a young man in a dark blue robe who was riding towards the city gate with several people.

"Ga!—Ga!—"

They left in a hurry.

Youmeng, who looked closely, couldn't help but be shocked: Isn't he Leng Wushuang, the commander of the personal guards who returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion?

She recognized him, but today she saw that he was not wearing armor or wearing the silver crown of pheasant feathers that symbolized his identity on weekdays. She simply tied a slightly taller ponytail.

She remembered that the Prime Minister had taken the responsibility of assisting the patrol battalion and guarding Luoyang's public security for Leng Wushuang. The state banquet was about to be imminent, and it was time for him to step up his guard. He did not lead his army to patrol the city. In plain clothes, where would he go when he was in a hurry to leave the city?

She thought there must be a ghost in it!
Chapter completed!