Wang Yi lowered his head and sighed helplessly, "Master, it's late at night, so we should settle down earlier."
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At midnight, the official road was flooded by a sudden rainstorm.
Raindrops pounded everything intensively, like thousands of troops galloping, and the streets and alleys were filled with refreshing coolness, adding a bit of a weird atmosphere.
In this late night, lightning pierced the sky, turning the sky pale, and the thunder continued one after another, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, shocking the soul.
Yin Luzhu and his party were hiding in a forest temple. The walls of the temple looked old due to the erosion of the years, and the heavy rain flowed down the corners, as if telling the story of the passing years.
The bells of the temple echoed in the rainy night, melodious and mysterious. On the stone steps in front of the temple, an old monk meditated silently. His eyes were firm, as if he could see through all the illusions in the world.
In the temple, a lone lamp swayed. The light was dim, but it just illuminated the small world in front of the statue. The statue was silent, as if guarding every corner of the world.
In this heavy rain, they all seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Their dreams were full of uneasiness and fear, as if they had a premonition of the coming disaster. However, on this mysterious night, no one knew in what form the disaster would come.
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The clock at midnight struck twelve times, and Daliang City became even quieter. At this moment, a strange wind blew through the streets, as if it brought some kind of ominous omen.
In the darkness, Gu Tingfang suddenly sat up. He turned his head and looked outside the room, his brows furrowed tightly.
The next moment, he suddenly stood up and walked outside. He stared into the distance, seeming to be looking for something.
At this moment, a figure silently appeared on the wall.
Gu Tingfang's eyes tightened and he instantly pulled out the dagger. However, before he could take action, he saw the man showing a dirty face.
"Master!"
Gu Tingfang glanced at the sudden appearance of Shi Yue with disgust, put away the dagger, "You escaped from prison again?"
Shi Yue raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face.
"I just fell asleep. I dreamed that Yin Luzhu was dead. This dream is very real. Why don't we escape and return to Yindu, then everything will be fine."
Shi Yue never noticed that when he finished saying that sentence, Gu Tingfang's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Shi Yue is still talking.
"I have found a good horse that travels thousands of miles at night, and I will definitely be able to escape."
"Master, what do you think?"
Gu Tingfang's hands under her loose sleeves tightened slightly.
He raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky in the distance, and suddenly said: "She won't die even if you die."
"???" Shi Yue looked at Gu Tingfang with a blank expression, a little confused.
Master, what's going on?
"Where are they?"
In the silence, Gu Tingfang suddenly asked.
"I'm just waiting for the call down below."
"Take someone with you and let's go!"
Shi Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly shrank down the corner.
At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a thick layer of water had accumulated on the ground. The horses' hooves stepped on it, causing countless splashes.
Gu Tingfang rode a white horse with a bamboo hat on his head, galloping through the night. Behind him were still the imperial guards wearing bamboo hats and swords.
After walking for a long time, Shi Yue finally asked the doubt in his heart, "Master, are we going in the wrong direction?"