The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 277

Liu Yue's gaze fell on the distant sky. She sighed deeply and nodded gently.

Zhu Huihui said, "But I don't understand why they wanted to kill the people from the Blood Pavilion?"

Although the Twelve Zodiac Envoys thwarted the Fusang Turtle's plan, they had already been killed, and the message they desperately sent out was too late. The families of Generals Yu and Qi had already been moved away. What need did the Fusang Turtle have to travel so far to kill the people of the Blood Pavilion?

Liu Yue thought to herself: Who said this child is confused? She just doesn't like to use her brain usually!

“Perhaps they want to muddy the waters even more.” He thought for a moment and slowly replied, “Perhaps they’re just bored.”

Just as Zhu Huihui was about to speak, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a dark green figure drifting past behind a house.

Before she could speak, Liu Yue was already alert. She gave a sharp shout and slapped her away with her sleeve.

With a "bang," it seemed to have struck something, and the green shadow suddenly retreated.

Liu Yue flew after him, her figure flashing among the houses and trees before disappearing completely.

The moment Zhu Huihui opened her eyes, Liu Yue was nowhere to be seen, and her heart sank – he was her bodyguard! If it weren't for him by her side, she would never have entered this Bloodstained Tower!

Now that the bodyguard has run away, what am I going to do?

Should I back out? No way!

Should we continue forward? No way!

The deathly silent Blood Tower seemed to harbor countless dangers. All Zhu Huihui could do now was to cover her head, find a secluded spot to crouch down, and hope that Brother Liu Yue would return soon.

She hid in a dense clump of low trees. The location was open on all sides and provided excellent cover, making it a perfect place to conceal her movements.

Zhu Huihui had just shrunk inside and hadn't even settled down when she felt a tightness on her scalp, as if her hair was being grabbed by something. Startled, she jumped up, trying to escape, but a strong force pulled her head backward.

She broke out in a cold sweat and kicked backward, but her hair was gripped even tighter. She dared not struggle any longer, afraid of tearing her hair and scalp off together. She could only protect her head with both hands and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?"

But no one answered.

"Um... I just came in... shh... I didn't mean to offend you... please be lenient and spare my hair..."

Still, no one spoke.

Zhu Huihui mustered her courage and stealthily reached behind her, her hand still covering her head. One inch, two inches, three inches… her fingertips finally touched a withered finger. Her breath almost stopped. Suddenly, she snapped it off with a sharp "crack!" Clutching the broken "finger," she cursed inwardly: "Damn it! It was just a tree branch! That scared the hell out of me!"

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she felt it was too early—she could be in danger at any moment before Brother Liu Yue returned.

He pondered, who was that green figure he had just seen? Was it one of the Fusang turtles who hadn't left after killing someone and was lying in ambush for him and Liu Yue? It didn't seem likely! The Fusang turtles always wore black clothes… So, who could it be? Also, was the person who killed Chen Yilang one of those Fusang turtles? Could the expert who could calmly dispose of Chen Yilang's body in front of Liu Yue be that dead Kazama Yoru who pinched his face?

As her thoughts were racing, everything suddenly went dark. She was just wondering why it had gotten so dark when she realized something was wrong. This darkness was completely different from the darkness of nightfall. It was as if someone had wrapped the bushes and her together in a large cloth. It was not only dark, but also suffocating.

An invisible pressure washed over her, making it hard for Zhu Huihui to breathe and her heart race. She wanted to jump up, to rush out and escape the oppressive, terrifying darkness, but her limbs felt heavy, and she couldn't move at all. In that instant, she felt overwhelming panic, as if she were being stuffed alive into a coffin and prepared to be buried in the ground; she could even hear the clanging sound of coffin lids being hammered in…

Zhu Huihui couldn't help but shed tears. At that moment, she felt an intense self-loathing. The world was so vast, she could have gone anywhere, yet she had foolishly chosen to come to the Ghost Tower to die. After cursing herself, she cursed Brother Liu Yue. What a young prince, what a seasoned veteran! He didn't even understand a clever diversionary tactic. Choosing such a protector was simply blind…

At that moment, her vision suddenly brightened again, as if the darkness had been cleaved open by something, and the pressure on her vanished. She blinked hard and saw a gentle and handsome face...

Looking at the dirty little face in front of her, tears still wet on her eyes, glistening on her eyelashes, Liu Yue suddenly broke into a bright smile, like a lotus emerging from the water under the blazing sun, dazzling and radiant.

He suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat. He paused, grasped the little dirty paw, and gently pulled her up.

“Brother Liu… Brother Liu Yue!” Zhu Huihui wiped away her tears. “You’re finally back!”

Liu Yue said apologetically, "I'm sorry! I was so focused on fighting that I scared you!"

"It's...it's alright!"

Zhu Huihui looked at the bushes where she had been hiding; only a few bare tree trunks remained. The surrounding woods and buildings were a chaotic mess, as if a hurricane had just struck. She couldn't help but touch her neck. Had Brother Liu Yue fought so fiercely that even her hiding place had been affected…

"Brother Liuyue, who are you fighting with?" Zhu Huihui asked.

Liu Yue sighed, "It's the master of the Blood-Seeing Pavilion!"

Zhu Huihui exclaimed "Ah!" and countless questions immediately flooded her mind.

Liu Yue seemed to understand what she wanted to ask, and said, "This Blood-Seeing Pavilion Master was poisoned. Although he is not dead, he has lost his mind. His martial arts are too high. I was injured by him without realizing it. In order to protect myself, I had no choice but to..." He paused, sighed, and gently straightened his clothes.

Zhu Huihui noticed a large tear in his yellow shirt under his ribs and was startled: "Are you badly injured?"

Liu Yue looked at her gently and smiled, "It's alright!"

"Is that Blood-Seeing Pavilion Master already dead?"

Liu Yue nodded silently, her face full of apology.

Zhu Huihui was deeply disappointed. With the death of that lord, no one would know what had happened at the Blood Tower anymore! But seeing Liu Yue's expression, he cheered and comforted him, "Brother Liu Yue, that's how it is. If you don't hurt him, he will hurt you. You don't need to feel guilty."

Liu Yue exhaled slightly, and was about to speak when her expression suddenly changed. She reached out and put her arm around Zhu Huihui, leading her to the side.

A burst of watery sword flowers erupted from where Zhu Huihui had just stood.

That sword flew from the village pond. Although Zhu Huihui managed to dodge the first strike, the chilling sword aura still relentlessly pursued and harassed her.

With a flick of her long sleeve, Liu Yue caught the sword, and the force sent the attacker flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

Zhu Huihui stared intently, then exclaimed in surprise, "Song Xiaobei!"

The attacker was none other than Song Xiaobei, Chen Yilang's wife, from the "collusion of wolves and wolves." She was dripping wet from head to toe, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was purple, and blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wielded a soft sword with the ferocity of a mad tiger, attacking recklessly.

"Song Xiaobei, it's me! Someone I know!" Zhu Huihui called out loudly. This wasn't to get close to Song Xiaobei, but because she was the only one still alive, and she needed to ask her for information on many things.

Song Xiaobei made a "hoarse" sound from her throat, unable to say anything at all, and just swung her sword wildly, each move a desperate attack.