By the time Baili Wushang walked up to Yun Jingchu and others, most of the black-clothed guards in the courtyard were dead or injured.
The remaining people looked at Baili Wushang in horror, their legs trembling and they kept retreating.
The fighting stopped temporarily.
Baili Wushang stopped in front of Wu Jiu, but looked past Wu Jiu to Yun Jingchu behind, and then stopped at the wound wrapped with cloth on her arm, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
"Master, Master!" The fifty-eight prisoners beside Yun Jingchu called with excitement on their faces, looking at Baili Wushang, and called them devoutly.
Wushang's eyes slowly turned to them, they looked happy, and then they knelt down loudly, "I have seen my master."
Baili Wushang's eyes moved, and then he said in a low voice: "Everyone, get up."
"Thank you, Master." Everyone stood up.
As expected, he was a dead soldier with no injuries. By now, Yun Jingchu was completely sure of this.
Baili Wushang's eyes turned to Yun Jingchu again, and then he said softly: "...Thank you."
Yun Jingchu smiled slightly and did not continue to dwell on this topic. Instead, she reported what she found: "There are still people in the dark room below, they should be your people. Since you are here, we will wake them up together."
Take them away, so as not to have a long night of dreams and another accident. Also, these people..." Yun Jingchu turned to the other guards in black in the yard, "Let's control them first. We need to be quick. If the prince gets the news, he will send someone to catch them.
If you come, you will be in trouble."
Yun Jingchu dared to guarantee that the moment they discovered them, someone should have rushed to report to Baili Wujiu. Maybe, Baili Wujiu's people would arrive soon.
Baili Wushang's eyes slowly swept towards the remaining guards in black. The faces of those guards in black turned pale, and some of them even trembled involuntarily...
"I'll do it." Wu Jiu smiled slightly and instantly turned into a blue roc, flying over everyone's heads. Then, after a burst of white powder flew, those people's expressions froze and they stood still.
Yun Jingchu knew that they were drugged, so he waved his hands to the prisoners around him, er, no, to the dead soldiers, and ordered: "You guys, find something to tie them up. I'll go down first and figure out a way for the others."
Wake up."
Those dead soldiers did not take action immediately, but all looked at Baili Wushang, who nodded lightly and said in a deep voice: "Miss Yun."
"Yes, Master." The dead soldiers responded, then quickly ran towards the group of unconscious guards in black and began to tie them up.
"Wushang, Ninth Brother, I'll take you to the darkroom." Yun Jingchu said to the two people around him and took the lead back into the room.
When Yun Jingchu opened the passage to the darkroom and led Wu Jiu and Baili Wushang into the cabinet, Wu Jiu muttered: "It's quite original."
Yun Jingchu smiled slightly, and then said loudly to the knife guarding the entrance of the passage: "It's me, knife. We are out of danger."
The reason why Yun Jingchu did this was because he was afraid that the knife would regard her as an enemy and stab her with a transparent hole as soon as he entered.
In the passage, Dao, who had been nervous, heard Yun Jingchu's voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The heart he had been holding in his chest returned to his stomach. He left the dirt wall next to him and walked to the center of the passage.
Yun Jingchu looked up and said, "Miss, are you not injured?"
The time from Yun Jingchu’s departure to now is less than a cup of tea. For Dao, it is very long and very torturous...