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Liu Yang gave his head a hard knock, realizing the truth without needing any further clues.
His sister-in-law was in trouble!
Without a moment's hesitation, Liu Yang took off running towards the General's residence.
In this urgent moment, he couldn't afford to think about anything else; the most important thing was to ensure Ye Xiaohan's safety.
Meanwhile, Ye Xiaohan was stumbling forward in the darkening night.
After nightfall, the boy didn't slow his pace. Instead, he began to stray from the sparse path and ventured into the dense vegetation.
Ye Xiaohan dared not disturb him at that moment. If she angered him, he might just abandon her out of spite.
If that happened, being alone in the mountains at night would be extremely dangerous for her.
The greatest threat was Liu Susu's twisted nature; if she found out that Ye Xiaohan was unharmed, she wouldn't let it go easily. She would likely send more people after her, and if Ye Xiaohan got cornered here, it would be a dead end.
Fortunately, despite the boy's cold demeanor, he hadn't abandoned Ye Xiaohan. They walked on together for quite a distance.
In her heart, Ye Xiaohan cursed Liu Susu. How twisted must one be to drag her into such a remote forest? Did she want her body to be lost forever?
Once she returned safely, she would make sure to repay Liu Susu for this!
Just as Ye Xiaohan was lost in thought, the boy suddenly stopped ahead of her.
"Hide."
Ye Xiaohan was taken aback, and it took her a moment to realize that the cold voice came from the boy in front of her.
Before her mind could catch up, Ye Xiaohan's body instinctively moved, running toward a nearby thicket.
Halfway there, she remembered her intention to ask about the situation. The boy happened to glance in her direction, and in the darkness, his eyes flashed with light. Even though she couldn't see his expression clearly, Ye Xiaohan imagined he must look very serious.
Just as she concealed herself in the bushes, she suddenly saw several Black-Clad Masked Figures appear before her.
The first thought that crossed Ye Xiaohan's mind was that these were the enemies of the skilled boy!
Dressed so covertly, they must be up to no good.
Such illicit activities usually shouldn't be seen by others.
Ye Xiaohan quietly shrank back, trying to minimize her presence so those figures wouldn't discover another person hiding nearby.
She perked up her ears, hoping to catch some dialogue between the two sides to glean some clues.
However, unlike what one might see in a television drama, there were no idle words exchanged. They faced off for a moment before launching directly into combat.
The boy's martial arts skills were evidently impressive; if it were a one-on-one fight, he would definitely have the upper hand against the Black-Clad Masked Figures. Perhaps that was why they didn't come at him individually but rather as a group.
No matter how strong he was, two fists could not contend with four hands. Even with his prowess, he couldn't fend off multiple attackers at once. As he dodged and weaved, more wounds began to accumulate on his body.
Ye Xiaohan couldn't see the situation clearly; she could only judge the severity of his injuries by the sound of blades slicing through skin and the boy's labored breathing.
As time passed, the boy's injuries sounded increasingly severe, and Ye Xiaohan's heart began to race.
This couldn't go on; the boy couldn't possibly fight against so many people.
Given the ruthless nature of the Black-Clad Masked Figures, if they captured him, he would likely lose half his life, if not more.
Moreover, during her brief interactions with him, Ye Xiaohan had already witnessed his temperament. This boy was certainly not someone easy to deal with; if he were unfortunate enough to be captured, it was likely that he would take matters into his own hands before his opponents could even act.
After all, he was her savior. Even if they were merely strangers who had crossed paths, Ye Xiaohan could not bear to watch him face death.
Besides, she still wanted to rely on the boy's navigation device to find a way out of this seemingly endless forest.
Taking advantage of the chaos as both sides fought desperately and were too preoccupied to notice their surroundings, Ye Xiaohan quietly emerged from the bushes. Fearing she might get lost, she had been diligently memorizing her surroundings.
She had already familiarized herself with the area and wondered if it was intentional on the boy's part; their route seemed to follow a terrain that was easy to defend but hard to attack.
For instance, here, there was a vague formation of encircling terrain. Ye Xiaohan climbed up a higher peak and noticed that the upper parts of the mountains nearby were almost entirely bare rock.
As they had passed through earlier, some stones had occasionally tumbled down.
She planned to look for loose rocks that she could push down onto the Masked Figures below, hoping to injure them so they could escape in the chaos.
Finally, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope. As Ye Xiaohan climbed, she noticed that the stones beneath her feet kept falling away; it appeared that this area was indeed very loose.
After exploring for a while, she found a gap where she could loosen the middle section enough to push down at least three larger rocks.
Using a flat stone she found as a makeshift shovel, Ye Xiaohan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain of her hands being scraped raw, and dug with all her might. Seeing that the timing was right, she shouted from her elevated position, "Get down!"
In moments of crisis, people instinctively trust familiar objects. At that moment, the young boy, upon hearing Ye Xiaohan's voice, subconsciously obeyed and retreated backward.
The Black-Clad Masked Figures did not expect there to be other people around. Surprised, they instinctively moved toward the source of the sound.
What awaited them was a massive boulder rolling down.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed as the loose rocks had an even greater effect than Ye Xiaohan had imagined. After loosening one stone, a whole section collapsed like a house of cards, continuously tumbling down.
Once the sound of the rolling stones ceased, the noise from the Black-Clad Masked Figures also diminished. Ye Xiaohan cautiously approached and, through their labored breathing and groans, determined that they were all severely injured and incapacitated for the time being.
To ensure safety, she moved closer for another check, confirming that none were left unscathed. Only when she was certain that all the Black-Clad Masked Figures had been affected did she breathe a sigh of relief and collapse exhausted beside the boy.
"They're all injured; they can't get up to chase us anymore," Ye Xiaohan panted. She turned to him and asked, "Hero, how are you? Let me take a look at your wounds. Don't worry; I'm a doctor with experience. I won't hurt you! Please don’t hit me!"
She had given the boy a heads-up beforehand; his previous cold demeanor made her hesitant to get too close, fearing he might lash out at her.
As she touched his clothing, Ye Xiaohan was startled; everywhere she made contact felt sticky. As a doctor, she was all too familiar with that sensation—it was blood.
"You've lost a lot of blood. This isn't good; if it continues like this, you'll suffer from excessive blood loss."
Ye Xiaohan stood up anxiously; several wounds were still bleeding profusely. If left unattended, he could go into shock or even die—this was no trivial matter.
"Wait for me here for a moment. I'm going to see if there are any hemostatic medications nearby," Ye Xiaohan instructed, feeling her way toward the nearby woods.
Just as she turned around, she heard the boy behind her stirring.
"Why are you standing up? Sit down! Hey, where are you going? You can barely stand!"
Ye Xiaohan glanced back to see the boy struggling to his feet, swaying as he made his way toward the Black-Clad Masked Figures.
She hurried after him, fearing he might collapse at any moment.
However, what unfolded before her made her wish she hadn't followed.
The boy reached the Black-Clad Masked Figures, gripping a dagger tightly, and without hesitation, plunged it into the chest of one of them. From Ye Xiaohan's professional perspective, it was right where the heart was located.
The Black-Clad Masked Figure let out a horrific scream, convulsed a few times, and then fell still. Ye Xiaohan trembled as she checked for breathing and a heartbeat—both had ceased.
In her stunned state, the boy darted over to several other Black-Clad Masked Figures. Ye Xiaohan barely had time to intervene before hearing a series of anguished cries. By the time she reached them, it was already too late.
"What are you doing? This is murder! Are you insane?"
Ye Xiaohan stared in disbelief at the sudden presence of several corpses before her.
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