When people chased from behind, the old woman showed no nervousness, but when Chu Zhao stopped and turned around, he couldn’t help but halt, hugging the child tightly.
The child gripped his clothing, leaning on his shoulder to look back.
In the dim darkness of night, he saw that girl suddenly draw her blade, suddenly kill people.
So much blood spurted out, as if splashing on his face.
He stared wide-eyed without blinking, completely unbothered.
Before, he had never witnessed killing, had never even seen blood, but tonight, he seemed to be soaking in a sea of blood and mountain of corpses.
A’Le’s eyes also widened. Blood splattered on her face too, and she also gripped a blade in her hand.
Miss had explained earlier that it would be very dangerous, that there would be killing, that they might be killed.
She wasn’t afraid either, although she had never killed anyone before.
Miss had never killed anyone either, yet Miss said she would kill and she killed!
Miss was so formidable!
“Go,” Chu Zhao said, gripping her blade and stepping forward in one stride, pushing the old woman.
This time the old woman’s footsteps were even faster.
A’Le fell in behind Chu Zhao. This time she was determined—she must draw her blade before Miss, she too would kill.
All this happened in an instant, but was still noticed.
When those two fell, more black shadows emerged from the darkness deep in the alley, sweeping forward, rolling with the night wind—the wind carried the gleam of cold steel and the stench of blood.
Chu Zhao raised her blade and was about to leap forward.
“Miss, let me.” A’Le rushed ahead first, swinging her blade to kill.
Several muffled groans, and where the blade flashed, a cluster of figures fell.
A’Le was stunned. She actually hadn’t even—touched them yet—
“Step back,” Chu Zhao said, grabbing her and retreating.
Her gaze swept the surroundings.
On the walls on both sides of the alley, figures leaped down one after another like scythes. Wherever they passed, the figures rushing forward all fell one after another.
Deeper within, sounds of fighting also arose.
Who were these people?
“Hey,” a female voice called down from atop the wall.
Chu Zhao looked over. In the dimness she couldn’t see clearly, but could make out a girl’s figure with a small figure beside her.
That small figure’s hand waved back and forth, flashing with cold light.
Looking again at those people among the sweeping black shadows—there were men and women, old and young—
They looked just like neighbors from the surrounding area, but when had neighbors become capable of killing?
Chu Zhao gripped her blade. Before she could ask, that female voice spoke again.
“Need horses?” she asked.
Running on human legs certainly couldn’t compare to horses. Chu Zhao looked at that girl and said decisively and efficiently: “Yes.”
The small figure crouching beside that girl whistled.
Then a tightly closed door on the street opened, and with neighing sounds, a full dozen or more horses charged out.
“Go, go,” the girl waved and shouted.
Without asking a single unnecessary question, Chu Zhao turned decisively and efficiently, supporting the old woman as she ran toward where the horses were. A’Le followed close behind.
These horses were not only equipped with saddles but also had sabers, bows, arrows, and weapons hanging from them.
Chu Zhao randomly grabbed one and vaulted onto the horse, turning to say: “Give me the—child.”
She had been about to say “young prince” but felt it inappropriate.
The old woman hadn’t yet moved when the child in her arms raised his head and once again took the initiative to extend his hands toward Chu Zhao.
The old woman hurriedly passed him to Chu Zhao.
Chu Zhao picked up the child and held him before her. The old woman and A’Le also mounted horses respectively.
Chu Zhao looked back. The sounds of fighting in the alley grew more intense. There seemed to be countless black shadows rolling in, but that girl stood on the high wall, as if casting down a net, forcibly trapping the black shadows.
“Go!” she shouted loudly again.
Chu Zhao withdrew her gaze, sheathed her blade, drew a long spear from the horse’s side and gripped it in her hand, spurring the horse forward at full gallop.
“Head toward the imperial palace,” she shouted.
The old woman behind finally spoke: “The palace area is full of the Third Prince’s people. Too dangerous.”
Chu Zhao didn’t turn her head: “Dangerous? Then let everyone be in danger.”
Let the Third Prince also know that the Prince of Zhongshan’s heir was reaping the fisherman’s profit.