xymnovel Chapter 17: Yao Jin and Yuchi Gong join forces to fight against Ye Yuhang
Chapter 17: Yao Jin and Yuchi Gong join forces to fight against Ye Yuhang
"Pfft!"
The silver spear tip pierced through Liu Siyuan's throat, precise and ruthless.
Blood gushed out from the gun barrel, splattering onto the blood-stained gold ingots.
Liu Siyuan's expression froze instantly.
His mouth was wide open, but he could no longer utter a sound.
As Ye Yuhang abruptly pulled back his spear, his body slumped to the ground.
Those eyes were fixed on the gold in the hole until they completely lost their luster.
Ye Yuhang looked at his enemy, who died with his eyes wide open, but the resentment that had been building up in his chest for ten years did not completely dissipate.
He took out a plain white silk handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the bloodstains from the tip of the gun.
"Brothers, the first one."
This is just the beginning, tomorrow...
I then let those Tibetan bandits pay with their lives.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.
Those were servants or trusted confidants of the Liu family who rushed over after hearing the commotion.
Ye Yuhang frowned slightly; he had achieved his goal for this trip.
There's no need to waste time here.
He also needed to rush back to meet with his brothers in the stronghold and plan the defense of the city for the next day.
He suddenly pushed open the side window and leaped lightly into the darkness.
Just as he jumped out of the window, the study door was kicked open.
Immediately afterwards, Wang's shrill scream echoed throughout the entire mansion.
"The county magistrate is dead! He's been murdered!"
"Help! Catch the assassin!"
Meanwhile, at the dilapidated main gate of the county magistrate's residence.
Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy.
He looked at the two bowls of steaming hot water in front of him and felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.
In the Tang Dynasty, someone actually dared to serve him, the "Imperial Inspector," such a thing.
"Your Majesty... no, Master."
"Look at what kind of thing this is!"
Cheng Yaojin, holding a chipped earthenware bowl, grumbled irritably.
"Let's come in with that waist tag."
"Liu Siyuan didn't even show his face, and he's already serving us this?"
Yuchi Gong also looked frustrated.
"They say the household is poor and they can't even afford a maid to brew tea."
They also want us to cut back on expenses.
He rubbed his rumbling stomach.
"If this gets back to Chang'an, who would believe this is the county magistrate's office of our Great Tang Dynasty?"
Li Shimin originally came with anger.
Seeing this scene, his thoughts changed.
"If Liu Siyuan is truly so frugal, then he is indeed a gem on the border of our Great Tang Dynasty."
He took a small sip of the bland water, and his brow relaxed a little.
"In this position, one can remain humble and modest."
His willpower is unparalleled.
"Master, you're just too honest with yourself."
I always felt this place was eerie.
Cheng Yaojin was muttering to himself, about to step forward and knock on the small door leading to the inner courtyard.
Just then, a piercing scream, "Murder!" shattered the tranquility of the night.
The four men's expressions changed drastically, almost simultaneously.
They all turned to look towards the inner courtyard.
A dark figure suddenly leaped over the towering wall.
The man held a silver spear, its tip gleaming with a still-damp red light under the moonlight.
The moment Ye Yuhang touched the ground with his toes, he noticed four uninvited guests in front of him.
He felt a chill run down his spine; the auras of these four people were as steady as mountains.
They were far superior to ordinary soldiers.
"You audacious thief! How dare you... no, wait!"
How dare they attempt to assassinate an official in the dead of night!
Yuchi Gong reacted the fastest, leaping forward with a powerful kick.
Although he didn't bring a suitable steel whip.
But even a pair of open palms can possess immense power.
Since we've encountered an assassin,
As a general of the Tang Dynasty, there was absolutely no reason for him to let him go.
Cheng Yaojin followed closely behind.
"Where do you think you're going! Stay here and explain yourself!"
He roared angrily.
The two men flanked Ye Yuhang, instantly cutting off all his escape routes.
Ye Yuhang did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
It was clear that the other party was coming with great force, and their eyes turned cold.
He held his spear horizontally across his chest, a powerful aura emanating from his body.
"Get out of here, don't be stupid."
His voice was deep.
"Ding!"
Yuchi Gong, unarmed, used the momentum of his dive to...
A heavy punch slammed into the gun barrel.
Ye Yuhang remained unmoved, his spear trembling only slightly.
He swung the spear backhand, the butt of the spear swaying like a dragon's tail.
He aimed directly at Yuchi Gong's lower abdomen.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Yaojin strode forward.
Two giant hands suddenly grabbed the gun.
"What incredible strength!"
Cheng Yaojin was startled, feeling a tremendous force travel up the shaft of his spear.
The shock made his arm feel slightly numb.
He had been famous for many years and was a veteran of the battlefield.
He was outmatched in strength by an assassin?
Yuchi Gong also sensed that something was wrong.
This assassin's moves were wide and sweeping, reminiscent of those of a soldier.
He sidestepped the spear tip, attempting to close the distance.
But they were forced back by the enemy's impenetrable gunfire.
Two of the top five fierce generals in the Tang Dynasty,
Even with their combined attack, they were unable to defeat the opponent for the time being.
"Gentlemen, I have no grudge against you."
Those who deserve to die are being killed today.
Ye Yuhang flicked his spear, using a gentle force to push Cheng Yaojin back three steps.
He did not want to kill any Tang generals here, as he still had to defend the city the next day.
His gaze swept over Li Shimin, who was standing behind him, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
"Damn it?"
"County Magistrate Liu is so incorruptible, how dare you spout such nonsense here!"
Cheng Yaojin roared in anger and charged forward, throwing a punch.
He was convinced that the assassin was making excuses for his evil deeds.
Ye Yuhang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at these people.
"honest?
The most deceptive thing in this world is a painted mask.
He suddenly rose higher, drawing an elusive arc at the base of the narrow wall.
"If you are still in Qingyang City tomorrow, you will be able to see clearly..."
Was that a person, or a beast?
"Die, you madman!"
Yuchi Gong roared and stomped on the blue bricks on the ground.
He felt his pride wounded, and his offensive became even more aggressive.
Every move is aimed directly at the opponent's vital points.
The two men, one on each side, tightly bound Ye Yuhang.
Ye Yuhang knew,
If I don't show some real skills, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time getting out of here.
He suddenly pulled a finely crafted short crossbow from behind his back, his movements so practiced they were almost frightening.
In that almost instantaneous time,
He had already completed the process of nocking the arrow, aiming, and firing.
"Whoosh!"
Two cold glints flew past Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong almost grazing their ears.
Then, two "snap" sounds were heard.
The crossbow bolts were driven deep into the brick wall behind them.
The two broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively stopped in their tracks.
I touched my ears, which felt a little cold.
Taking advantage of this brief moment of opening,
Ye Yuhang flashed and instantly leaped onto the roof.
He glanced at Li Shimin one last time, a hint of mockery playing on his lips.
"The city of Qingyang is about to change drastically."
After speaking, he leaped up and down several times.
Then it completely disappeared behind the layers of rooftops.
"That thief... he actually missed?"
Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at the still-trembling arrow feathers on the wall, somewhat incredulous.
At such a close distance,
Given that person's skill level, he shouldn't have missed.
He rubbed his burning earlobes, breathing heavily with lingering fear.