Urbaner Blumentraum

Kapitel 220

"Boss is wrong. He's not a pretty boy anymore, he's a slovenly old man!"

"Little yellow face, did you have an upset stomach and your face turn yellow?"

"No, no! He's blind; he was angered by that transvestite!"

Feng Xuese relied entirely on his hearing to fight his enemies. The "collusion" was cunning and treacherous, and they deliberately made their moves very slowly, without creating any wind, making it quite troublesome for him to deal with. Now, he was also being made dizzy by the noise of the five scoundrels. He was so irritable that he was almost injured by the couple.

Ba Laosan was furious: "How dare you hurt our yellow-faced junior uncle!"

A pestle, swung with the wind, hurtled towards Chen Yilang. Chen Yilang, quick-witted, dodged it. Song Xiaobei, standing nearby, silently thrust out a sword, opening a gash in Ba Laosan's ribs. Fortunately, Ba Laosan was thick-skinned and tough; although he bled profusely, his bones and tendons were not damaged.

Upon seeing this, Boss Ba immediately became enraged. With a roar, he charged forward, wielding his large pestle and wildly smashing it at the "collaborators." Despite his seemingly simple-minded appearance, he possessed great strength, skillful techniques, and solid martial arts skills; the pestle he wielded made a whooshing sound.

When the other three brothers saw that the third brother was injured and the eldest brother was chasing after him but couldn't catch up, they immediately started beating him up without thinking twice.

In an instant, weapons flew wildly in the hall, the wind howled, and dust billowed, creating quite a scene of chaos. The "colluding" couple, under the relentless blows of the five burly men, were like a small boat tossed about in a storm, in constant danger of capsizing, their situation appearing perilous.

Zhu Huihui, crouching under the table, watched with great interest. She loved these kinds of fights where the many ganged up on the few. With those five silly boys helping out, she figured the hero and she wouldn't suffer any losses.

Looking back at the campfire, Feng Xuese sat by it, sword across his lap, his face calm and serene. Even with the strong winds raging in the hall, the flames of the campfire in front of him did not even flicker.

Opposite him stood the woman dressed in coarse cloth, yet possessing a cold and aloof demeanor.

The woman continued to gaze quietly at the night sky outside, seemingly oblivious to the fierce fighting inside the palace.

Zhu Huihui's heart skipped a beat. The great hero remained motionless, perhaps because the real formidable enemy was this woman!

The five big, dumb men fought with increasing vigor, their five giant pestles pounding away with rage. Although they couldn't hit anyone, they made the walls and pillars thud and tremble.

Seeing the soil falling straight down from the roof, Zhu Huihui felt that hiding under the table wasn't safe either. What if some silly boy didn't see it clearly and slammed it onto the table, and she would be caught in the crossfire! Seizing the opportunity, she quickly climbed out and moved to Feng Xuese's side.

"Hero, let's go quickly!" She reached out to pull him.

"No rush, let's wait a little longer."

Zhu Huihui said urgently, "We can't wait any longer! If they keep fighting like this, this palace will definitely collapse!"

Feng Xuese gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Don't worry! Sit next to me, don't be afraid!"

"I—" It would be a ghost if I wasn't afraid! Zhu Huihui was so anxious that she jumped up and down, but the old man didn't even raise an eyebrow. She was too embarrassed to just leave him alone and run away in front of him, so she had no choice but to sit down, cursing the old man for pretending to be innocent in her heart.

Seeing that Ba Laosi's stick had bent a pillar and caused the roof beam to collapse, covering her head in dust, she was terrified. Just as she was about to speak, the fire in front of her suddenly went out inexplicably.

The hall went dark, and the sounds of fighting suddenly stopped. After a moment, Ba Shi Wu Hun roared repeatedly, seemingly having suffered a great loss in the darkness. Then, the wind picked up again, and a new round of chasing and fighting began.

Zhu Huihui was surrounded by darkness. She held her breath anxiously, afraid that if she breathed too heavily, some indiscriminate vajra or sword would strike her.

It took her eyes a long time to adjust to the darkness, and she could make out some shadowy human figures moving around, but it was too dark to tell who was who. Despite her extreme caution, she still felt something rushing towards her. She raised her cleaver and slashed desperately, when suddenly she felt a tightness on her shoulder. Feng Xuese had pulled her head into her arms, and a fragrant yet cool scent filled her nostrils. A strange surge of emotion welled up inside her, and the continuous clanging of weapons suddenly disappeared into the distance…

After a long while, Feng Xuese gently released her. Zhu Huihui suddenly woke up from her dream, rubbing her eyes in a daze, and found that the hero had moved her outside from the main hall without her noticing.

It had started raining sometime earlier, not a downpour, but a continuous, fine drizzle, like an endless stream of sorrow.

Not far behind, the grand hall where everyone had sheltered from the rain was collapsing with a roar, and even the fine rain could not extinguish the dust flying everywhere.

The five troublemakers who had smashed the main hall were chasing after the "colluding" couple, fighting and shouting as they ran into the distance.

Zhu Huihui withdrew his gaze and noticed dozens of torches stuck in the muddy ground around him and the hero. He didn't know what they were made of, but the flames didn't go out in the heavy rain. They flickered and shone on a group of masked men in black who had appeared around them at some unknown time.

They stood eerily in the rain, each armed with a weapon, like ghosts, silent and still.

Not far away, beneath a section of broken wall, a woman in coarse clothes leaned against the wall, silently watching the rain. Although she was not clearly visible in the night rain, one could clearly sense her gentleness and cold beauty.

Zhu Huihui no longer cared about the woman; she was terrified when she saw the group of men in black.

All the bad luck in her life was caused by seeing a group of men in black.

The bloody slaughter, the dying screams, the horrific corpses... Although it has been a long time, she still feels weak in the knees and her heart races whenever she thinks about it.

Although she didn't know if this man in black was the same one as the other, she was still shaken. The sound of her teeth chattering was faint.

Feng Xuese gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"Great, great hero!" Zhu Huihui trembled. "It's... a group of men in black..." Although the hero told her not to be afraid, and although Zhu Huihui didn't want to be afraid, she had witnessed the cruelty of those men in black more than once. Her heart was really disobedient, and she was still terrified. Needless to say, her injured leg was weak, and her uninjured leg was also very weak. She just wanted to sit on the ground.

Her snow-white eyebrows lifted slightly: "It's them?"

"I'm not... sure..." Zhu Huihui's voice trembled. These men in black were terrifying, and the heroine was blind; this time, she was probably really going to kick the bucket...

Feng Xuese didn't speak, but simply held her hand gently.

A very gentle movement, but a very strong hand.

A warm current flowed from his palm, along her palm, and into her heart... If the old man had been murdered, these warm hands would have grown cold...

Holding that warm hand, Zhu Huihui's blood suddenly surged, his courage soared, and he made up his mind in a sudden moment, saying in a rough voice, "Hero, I'll hold off the enemy, you go quickly!"

Her leg is lame, she can't run fast at all, and will only be a burden to the hero! Rather than both of them dying together, it's better for her to hold off the enemy so the hero can escape. Later, when his eyes are healed, he can avenge her...

Hearing Zhu Huihui, who was always afraid of death, suddenly say such loyal words, Feng Xuese was very moved. He held her hand tightly and smiled, "Silly girl, it's not necessarily us who will die!"

He casually swung his sword, deflecting an incoming hidden weapon. A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him, and he let out a clear shout: "Come, Gray Gray, you will be my eyes!" With a backhand motion, he lifted Zhu Gray Gray onto his back and declared loudly, "Hold on tight, tell me our location, and we'll fight the enemy together!"

His words were firm and powerful, as if a strong belief had been injected into Zhu Huihui's heart. Her body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from excitement! It was as if all the blood in her body was burning. In an instant, Zhu Huihui was filled with heroic spirit, feeling that death was inevitable, she would rather die fighting alongside the hero than be scared to death by the enemy!

She answered loudly, "Yes, hero!" and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.

"In the Qian position, there are three people: one wielding a meteor hammer, one wielding two pens, and one wielding a knife!"

Feng Xuese laughed loudly: "Alright! Let's kill these three first!"

In the pitch-black night, amidst countless raindrops, a snow flame suddenly burst forth.

Maple Snow Color, like a snow lotus swaying in the rainy night, carrying a chilling killing intent, charged towards the three people in the Qian position directly in front of her, carrying Zhu Huihui on her back.

His movements were so fast that Zhu Huihui didn't even have time to blink before someone fell to the ground, a faint smell of blood spreading out, and splattered blood staining the raindrops red.

"There are five people in the exchange position: Hook, Fork, Fist, Ruler, and one more... I don't recognize him!"

"Four positions: gun, club, whip, and grappling hook!"

"In the Kun position, there are three short people, each carrying a small knife, but they jump very high. Be careful, there are stones underfoot..."

"Kan position, a woman, you fucking shot me in the back, watch out for my magic weapon..."

Zhu Huihui cursed and threw the kitchen knife at the woman, but of course he missed. Instead, he attracted the woman's arrow. If the arrow hadn't inexplicably veered off course and missed its target, it would have hit her buttocks.

In the eyes of martial arts experts, she was a giant glutton. However, she wasn't entirely ignorant of some basic knowledge. Even if she was only a dabbler, she knew a little bit. Now, lying on Maple Snow's back, her cleverness returned. Afraid that using the terms "front, back, left, and right" would confuse the great hero, she simply used the directions of the Eight Trigrams to indicate the way, which proved to be clear and easy.

At the beginning, Feng Xue Se caught the enemy off guard and killed three of them. Unfortunately, the enemy was numerous and not to be underestimated. After Zhu Hui Hui revealed their location, they became prepared. Even though Feng Xue Se was highly skilled in martial arts, he found it difficult to break through for a while.

Those people gradually tightened their encirclement, but because Feng Xuese's martial arts skills were too high, no one was willing to take the lead. If it were anyone else, they would probably have already attacked with a flurry of blades.

Feng Xuese gave a slight, cold laugh.

To deal with a blind man, you have to cover your face to avoid being recognized. Do you think that will make him not know who they are?

Although he couldn't see them, he knew they weren't the group Zhu Huihui feared. During their exchange of blows, he had vaguely guessed the identities of several of them; they were all outlaws of the martial world, and he even knew a few of them.

What a despicable and laughable bunch!

Although these outlaws were of low character, they were all skilled in martial arts. Feng Xuese tried to break through the enemy's defenses, but was blocked by them. He was a little anxious, so he let out a long roar and swung his long sword, attacking more than defending.

However, although the enemy suffered casualties from each sword strike, they were not in a hurry at all. They would launch surprise attacks from time to time, just keeping Feng Xuese firmly trapped and preventing him from breaking through the encirclement.

Zhu Huihui sensed something was wrong. These people were really ruthless; they were practically trying to exhaust the great hero to death! Besides, their fighting style clearly indicated they were waiting for reinforcements!

Just dealing with these people on his own back is already difficult enough. If this goes on for too long, his physical strength will be greatly depleted. When the powerful enemy arrives, he will be exhausted before he even has to lift a finger!

Moreover, there was a woman over there, whose identity was unclear—whether she was friend or foe—who was leisurely watching the commotion...

Zhu Huihui felt increasingly hopeless as he thought about it, and sweat broke out on his forehead in anxiety.

Suddenly, a soft, slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ear: "If you ask me for help, I will help you!"

Zhu Huihui immediately shouted, "Okay, I beg you!"

She didn't even know who had said those words to her. But in desperation, she was willing to try anything, and asking for help wasn't difficult—all she had to do was be thick-skinned! So who cared who said it? She just had to ask first.

The voice held a hint of amusement: "But you just hit my dog with a steamed bun. Let me think about what to do."

Zhu Huihui suddenly realized that the one speaking was that woman!

That woman with half a black dog and a scar on her face, yet still incredibly beautiful!

She shouted, "Forget it! I hit your dog, I'll make it up to you!"

She barked a few times, "Is that enough? If not, there's more!"

She stretched her neck, looked up at the sky, gazing at the imaginary moon, and let out a long howl, imitating a wolf howling at the moon, and it was remarkably lifelike.

Feng Xuese was completely baffled by her actions, and even the group of men in black exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what had suddenly gotten into this girl.

Zhu Huihui heard the woman's cheerful laughter beside her. Even in the midst of danger, she felt a little happy—the woman had always looked gloomy, but she could laugh after all!

A figure flashed out of the corner of her eye, and the woman suddenly leaned in close: "Young Master Feng, your little sister has hired me to help you!"

Feng Xuese forced back one of the men in black with a single sword strike and said, "Thanks!"

The men in black looked at the woman, their attacks noticeably slowing down. After hesitating for a long time, one of them finally spoke up: "Why...why did you have to get involved in this mess?"

The woman stood in the rain, a wisp of purple feather fluttering in the wind behind her ear, and said slowly, "Didn't you hear? I've already accepted this little sister's offer. Whoever wants to kill her will have to kill me first!"

Another man in black shouted sternly, "We respect you, but we're not afraid of you! If you don't back down, don't blame us for killing you all!"