Chapter 2

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The courtyard gate opened, and the wind and rain rushed in.

A figure seemed to flash by, and a soft yet urgent voice sounded again: "Sister, be careful... Don't lock the door yet, lead the way..."

Wujiao felt his eyes blurred, unable to see clearly, and could only fumble to lock the door. Then he followed the sound: "Two young ladies, please rest at my humble abode..."

Two figures in white, supporting each other, hesitated and seemed uncertain of their direction.

Wujiao ran into his room, threw down his short sword, put down the oil lamp, and fumbled to light the wick. Before he could catch his breath, he heard light footsteps and low, soft panting. He turned to look and was instantly breathless.

He saw two women in white in the room, one in her early twenties, the other around sixteen or seventeen. Both were drenched by the rain, their wet bodies revealing their curves.

Especially the older one, with water droplets dripping from her black hair, revealed a face of unparalleled beauty. Her small face was pale, her eyes like autumn water filled with sorrow, and she covered her chest, appearing even more delicate and helpless, like a blooming flower bud that could not withstand the harsh wind and cold rain, evoking deep sympathy!

Wujiao felt suffocated, his heart pounding.

He never imagined that there could be such a clear and extraordinary beauty in this world, surpassing even the most beautiful of three thousand flowers! One word: beautiful!

"May I ask how to address the master? My sister and I urgently need a quiet room to rest..."

The one who had called out earlier and the one speaking now were the same person, the younger of the two women, with a round, very pretty face, but her tone left no room for doubt.

Wujiao came to his senses and hurriedly clasped his hands: "I am not the master here, just a teacher. If you don't mind, you can call me Wujiao! May I ask for the names of the two young ladies..."

"My sister is Ziyi, and I am Yezi."

The round-faced girl introduced herself as Yezi, then looked at the scholar in front of her and said casually, "So you are a teacher, my apologies!"

Wujiao shook his head repeatedly, politely: "Not at all, not at all..." While talking to Yezi, his eyes never left Ziyi, and he cleared his throat, speaking very politely: "There is a poem that says, 'The flying horse leaves the red dust, and the sleeves wave amidst the purple smoke...'"

Ziyi looked extremely tired, ignoring the flattery, and looked around anxiously, making her beautiful face even more charming. Blood seeped through her fingers, which were covering her chest.

Yezi, growing impatient, interrupted: "My sister's injury cannot wait, stop talking nonsense!"

Wujiao was about to show off his poetic talent but found himself in an awkward situation. He was surprised: "Oh no! Miss Ziyi is unwell, what should we do..." He wanted to look closely in the light but feared it would be impolite. He scratched his head and said apologetically: "There are no guest rooms in the ancestral hall. The two young ladies might have to stay here for the night..."

Yezi was straightforward and waved her hand: "Please step aside and do not approach us!"

This was to drive him out, but where could he go on such a stormy night? He couldn't go and spend the night with the ancestral spirits, that would be too scary.

Wujiao's face turned grim, and he was about to find an excuse to linger for a moment when he saw Ziyi sigh and say helplessly: "It's too late..."

Yezi's expression changed, and she exclaimed: "Are those two chasing us?"

Ziyi nodded slightly and said: "Thank you for your hospitality, sir, but the villains are ruthless. To avoid involving the innocent, we must leave..."

Wujiao's eyes never left Ziyi, finding every movement of the beauty infinitely charming. Especially her eyes, a glance was like a vast expanse of autumn water, misty and hazy, making one fall deeply and unable to extricate oneself.

However, when he learned the reason from her, he was suddenly enlightened and said indignantly: "Who dares to bully two weak women, that's outrageous! Don't be afraid, I am here!"

This was a chance to be a hero and save the beauty, and which man wouldn't want to do it? Since he had encountered it, he would not let it pass!

Wujiao turned and grabbed the short sword from the bed, looking very responsible. But Yezi said: "Hmph! With your poor scholar and a rusty sword, you think you can face those ruthless killers? You are overestimating yourself. Sister, it seems we are in grave danger..."

Words can hurt in the coldest of June! What poor scholar, what rusty sword, how could he be so incapable?

Wujiao turned to speak, but his momentum faltered. He thought: ruthless killers? I might not be a match for them...

The two sisters supported each other and walked to the door. Ziyi looked back and then faced the storm. In the dim light, her beautiful face seemed to be about to fade away.

Wujiao, unable to bear it, blurted out: "Wait, follow me to the back mountain to hide." Without waiting for a response, he ran to the back yard, gesturing for them to follow.

Ziyi and Yezi hesitated for a moment and then followed.

After passing the main house of the ancestral hall, they reached the back yard. In a corner of the back yard, there was a small, inconspicuous door.

Wujiao, familiar with the place, reached the door, pulled aside the overgrown weeds, and pulled out the door bolt, bending down to crawl through. As his figure disappeared, a "thud" was heard in the darkness.

The two sisters supported each other and followed through the small door. The ground was slippery, and the wind and rain made it hard to open their eyes, making it difficult to determine their direction.

Yezi took out a pearl, and a faint glow spread. They could vaguely see someone lying on the ground, face up. Ahead was a slope, possibly leading to the back mountain.

"Mr. Wu..."

Ziyi's eyes darted, and she asked casually, then looked around and urged: "Yezi, put away the pearl..."

Yezi understood and the pearl disappeared instantly.

Wujiao had fallen on his back, looking very狼狈. Hearing the ladies' concern, he struggled to get up from the grass and responded: "No need to worry, I am fine..."

As he answered, the light from the pearl disappeared. In the flickering light, through the rain, two figures seemed to be flying towards them from a dozen yards away!

Heaven! There really are bad people, and they can fly, not ordinary people...

Wujiao was so scared that he froze in place.

At that moment, a firelight suddenly appeared, followed by a "bang" that pushed back the rain. Two figures were thrown back, and someone softly urged: "Mr. Wu, lead the way..."

That Ziyi, who seemed so weak, had such astonishing skills?

Wujiao was still stunned as the two white figures approached. He turned and ran, stumbling and falling.

A hundred yards ahead was the end of the slope. The path was broken, and the bottom was deep and unknown. In the wind and rain, the sound of a stream could be heard.

Wujiao stopped here, sensing someone following, and pointed down, indicating: "Jump down quickly, you might be able to hide..."

Yezi, without time to think, asked sharply: "Mr. Wu, what do you mean?"

Ziyi, however, swayed and said weakly: "Since there is no way out, let's try..." She pulled Yezi and jumped down the slope.

Wujiao wiped the rain from his face and was about to follow, but he couldn't help looking back. His eyes widened in shock.

The two who had been pushed back were already a few yards away, their swords still glowing. Especially, they were not touching the ground, and their momentum was fierce.

Wujiao had no time to think, reaching for his sword to fight, but then he groaned. The short sword left by his father, though his only heirloom, was old and rusty, never having been drawn. A sword that couldn't be drawn was just a useless piece of iron. Heaven was against him, what could he do?

At the same time, two terrifying sword lights were rushing towards him.

Wujiao, unable to react, threw the sheathed sword and, without looking back, jumped down the slope in a panic.

As he jumped, the sheathed sword collided with the incoming sword light but was not knocked away. Instead, it fell to the ground with a "bang." Strangely, black mist began to spread in the grass, hidden by the rain and wind, making it hard to notice.

Two men landed from the air,收回了剑光, still full of killing intent. Seeing the men and women they were chasing jump down the slope, they did not rush to follow but looked at each other in surprise, then at the fallen short sword with delight, and then both were stunned.

Suddenly, two streams of mist rose from the grass, tightly wrapping around the men. Like hidden snakes striking, there was no time to react!

The men realized the cold mist had already entered their bodies through their skin and orifices, quickly devouring their organs, blood, and soul. Their bones shattered, their meridians collapsed, their skin cracked, and their bodies disintegrated. They didn't even have time to scream, and the two men, now withered corpses, slowly fell to the ground...

"Thud"

This was the sound of Wujiao landing.

The end of the slope was not a dead end. About ten feet down, a large rock about two feet wide and five feet long extended out, hidden by low trees and grass, making it very secret, whether in the day or night.

Wujiao landed on the rock, almost falling off, and quickly grabbed the trunk of a low tree to steady himself. He didn't hesitate and disappeared around the corner. He had no idea what was happening on the slope.

Pulling aside the branches of the low tree, a cave entrance about half a person's height was revealed. The cave, winding and about ten feet long, was about four or five feet wide.

Wujiao crawled into the cave and heard someone whisper: "This place can't fit three people, go out..."

Go out? Wasn't this like cutting the bridge after crossing the river! Staying here might save his life, but going out meant certain death!

Wujiao ignored it and blindly rushed in. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell forward, landing in a soft embrace, hearing soft panting. He was flustered and distracted. Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a "bang" and felt the world spin, everything going dark...

"Thud"

This was the sound of Wujiao landing.

The end of the slope was not a dead end. About ten feet down, a large rock about two feet wide and five feet long extended out, hidden by low trees and grass, making it very secret, whether in the day or night.

Wujiao landed on the rock, almost falling off, and quickly grabbed the trunk of a low tree to steady himself. He didn't hesitate and disappeared around the corner. He had no idea what was happening on the slope.

Pulling aside the branches of the low tree, a cave entrance about half a person's height was revealed. The cave, winding and about ten feet long, was about four or five feet wide.

Wujiao crawled into the cave and heard someone whisper: "This place can't fit three people, go out..."

Go out? Wasn't this like cutting the bridge after crossing the river! Staying here might save his life, but going out meant certain death!

Wujiao ignored it and blindly rushed in. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell forward, landing in a soft embrace, hearing soft panting. He was flustered and distracted. Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a "bang" and felt the world spin, everything going dark...

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