Asking for help is the only thing she can do now, and this realization makes Qiao Ran hate her incompetence a little but helpless. But the only thing she could do right now wasn't so easy to do.

From time to time, there are willow darts around her and pass by, a hot pain in the crook of her arm and back, she doesn't know how many darts she has hit, she only dares to run forward wildly, this breath can not stop, once stopped, it is likely that it will not be able to catch it.

Mountain Wind Hunting, I don't know if it's because of the high tension at this time, her sense of hearing has become extremely sharp, and she even heard a slight sound of footsteps mixed with the mountain wind towards her.

The Xuanzhen Temple in front of him is still standing majestically, and it is clear that the journey that was only a short tea kung fu in the past has become extremely long at this time.

The originally subtle footsteps became louder and louder, and she could even hear the other party's "poof" breathing, as if the breath she had held for a long time had finally eased. At this time, Qiao Ran finally sensed that something was wrong, no matter how could she burst out of unprecedented potential due to high mental tension, she could outrun a masked assassin who knew martial arts? Who would dare to assassinate without a few means? Especially the assassin is still a doctor like the old man who knows martial arts and knows medicine?

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from all directions, and more and more people followed, she didn't dare to look back, and the movements of her feet seemed to be separated from her consciousness at this time, and she only knew that she couldn't stop running forward.

"Keep your head down!" A voice rang out behind itself.

Qiao Ran only felt that this voice was a little familiar, and before she had time to think about who the owner of this voice was, she instinctively lowered her head, the silver light flashed in front of her, the blade swept over her head, and the messy bun on the top of her head was cut in half in an instant, and when she saw the hair flying in front of her, Qiao Ran was really shocked into a cold sweat on her back: If you don't bow your head, what's the matter?

But now is not the time to be stunned, a big knife slashed at her again, the oncoming blade made her instinctively scream, holding her head to dodge, but a heavy feeling of falling came up from her body at this time, making her even raise her hand for a while became extremely heavy.

Seeing the big knife approaching, Qiao Ran had never felt the gap between life and death so closely, the moment the blade slashed, she closed her eyes, and then her head and face were hot and damp, and the thick bloody gas dispersed, and she saw a sharp knife piercing out of the assassin's chest.

It was the assassin's blood that splashed her head and face, and the first time she saw someone killed in front of her, even though the other party was an assassin, either he died or she died, but Qiao Ran still let out an exclamation.

The assassin swayed and turned upside down towards her.

Qiao Ran watched in a daze as the assassin pressed towards her, and then someone seemed to push her, passed her, and fell, making a small noise the moment she fell to the ground.

Without the cover of the assassin, she saw the man behind the assassin, carrying the bloody knife in his hand, looking at her with a solemn face, and seemed to be a little puzzled at the moment of seeing her.

He was dressed in plain clothes and robes, his face was handsome and elegant, and he was no different from those students in Jiangnan Academy. However, looking at the blood-dripping sharp knife in his hand, it is obvious that this person is not as simple as he appears on the outside.

It was the young fortune teller I met that day. Qiao Ran opened her mouth to say something, but the heavy tiredness in her body hit again, and she fell backwards and fell into the darkness.

"How's it going?" Xu and Xiu rushed over with guards with knives, and the body of the assassin almost fell to the ground, and when they arrived, they ran into a group of assassins chasing a woman, so they helped by the way.

"It looks familiar." He looked at the woman with a bloodstained face and couldn't distinguish her original face and asked Xu Hexiu, "Has Sun Gong found it?" ”

Xu Hexiu nodded, with a solemn expression: "Cheng Ze brought someone over to see it, but it was just ......"

The people who have played "fake death" for so many years died in front of them this time, and when they saw Sun Gong and the woman with a pale face who didn't know life and death, how could they still not know the identity of the woman who was hunted down? Most of the time it's Miss Qiao.

I didn't expect them to come a step late.

After washing the stains, the woman showed her true face, and she was indeed born as people said. However, at this time, for Xu Hexiu and them, such a good appearance was not too much to look at, and what made them care more was the seven willow leaf darts taken out of her body on the plate.

The seven willow darts all happened to avoid the vital point, and they were lucky, but the assassins who came to assassinate them were obviously not stupid enough not to drug the darts.

"Three darts are enough to stun a cow." Xie Chengze looked at the willow leaf dart in his hand and put it back on the plate, and said stupidly, "She's good, she can still run for so long, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe it." ”

Not to mention the thin-looking woman in front of him, she is an adult strong man, and one or two darts are enough to stun him. This Miss Qiao, who didn't know anything about martial arts, actually ran so far with seven willow leaf darts, no wonder those assassins chased after them after they succeeded.

Xu Hexiu sighed and asked Xie Chengze again: "Sun Gong is really ......?"

Xie Chengze nodded and said, "I have all tested it, and it is impossible for any fake death medicine to reach such an extent, but the woman lying in the room is still alive, and there are faint signs of waking up recently." ”

But presumably Miss Qiao, who was still awake when they arrived, would have known more than the woman.

Qiao Ran was awakened by the mournful cry of the red bean, she opened her eyes, the soreness on her back made her unable to even move at all, she didn't expect a few darts to have so much stamina.

"Red beans." She shouted.

Hongdou, who was crying, was suddenly startled, and the crying stopped instantly, and after looking at her blankly for a moment, a louder cry burst out.

Qiao Ran helplessly spit out three words: "I'm hungry." ”

These three words suddenly stopped Hongdou's crying, and he hurriedly wiped his tears and said to her: "Miss, the slave is going to cook porridge." With that, he ran out in a hurry.

Qiao Ran smiled self-deprecatingly, and heard a voice sound outside the door.

"Miss Qiao, I didn't expect to see it early in the morning."

It was the voice of the fortune teller, Qiao Ran raised his eyes to see him walk in, still the same clean and clean appearance, as if he was not stained with dust. In all fairness, it's hard to feel bad for someone like him, but that doesn't mean she's going to trust a stranger, especially an unfathomable stranger.

Although she had just woken up, she could also infer from the cry of the red bean and the officials of the government office who were walking outside the door that she was probably in the government now. So the person who can appear here at this time in front of him will certainly not be an ordinary fortune teller.

"Who are you?"

"Under the surname Zhang, a single name is an unraveling character, and now he is working in the Yin and Yang Division."

When he said this, his tone was light, but it shocked Qiao Ran's heart. Zhang is a big surname, the surname Zhang in the world does not know the geometry, but a single name is a deword, and the Zhang Tianshi who is enshrined in the hall of the Xuanzhen Temple in the Yin and Yang Division is a Zhang.

It's really a fortune teller, and he's an extremely powerful fortune teller.