Han Zhi sent Han Song back to Old Madam Qi. The two of them walked in the empty corridor, and they could still hear the sound of Zhang Mu's flute hovering faintly behind them. Han Zhi stopped outside the door, and Han Song suddenly felt a sense of fear, and couldn't help but pull his hand tight.

Han Zhi glanced at her and said, "Don't be afraid. I will take you out of the city safely. ”

He originally had a sluggish temperament, and he was the appearance of a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, not like a famous family at all. At this time, after a day of fighting, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was tired, and he looked very depressed. But the meaning of these few numbers is very certain. When Han Song heard this, he felt a lot more relieved. She watched Han Zhi leave and walked into the house, only to find that the atmosphere at this time was completely different from yesterday.

The room was dark, and only a ray of afterglow on the edge of Tongling shone on the corner of the bed, as dark red as blood. The old lady lay in the shadows, her eyes closed, and her breath suddenly gone. The gentle soft light on her face disappeared, and her complexion changed dramatically, and at a glance, almost only a skeleton remained.

Ah Yun sat on the side, saw her come in, wiped the corners of her eyes indiscriminately, and said with a forced smile: "Where did the little lady run away, today's medicine is still left on the stove." ”

She got up to get the medicine, and after a few steps, there was a sudden whimper on the couch, and the old lady stretched out a withered hand from between the bedding. Ah Yun hurriedly sat back and grabbed the old man's hand. The two pushed and pulled for a while, and the old lady seemed to want to throw her away and find something else, but half of her body couldn't move, her whole body trembled, and her movements were very weak. She was so anxious that her eyes widened and her throat rattled.

Ah Yun held her up and murmured to her in a dialect in a sad tone. The old lady shook her head constantly, but gradually lost her strength, and soon closed her eyes again and fell down, exhaling only from her chest.

Ah Yun gently put the old lady's hand back on the couch and grabbed the corner to cover it. She turned around, her face was full of tears, and she no longer forced her face to be happy, but hurried out the door to get the medicine cup and push it to Han Song. But when the medicine was brought in, it was already cold. Han Song drank a few pieces of pastry on the table by himself, and he didn't dare to ask for any more tea, so he put the medicine cup on the side of the wooden table.

She had been sleeping on the old lady's couch, but she didn't dare to come near at this time, and only wrapped her clothes in a ball of bedding that fell on the ground. A dim candle was lit in the room, and Ah Yun's thin body sat sideways in the light and shadow. reminded her of the shadow of the third sister. Han Song's mouth was bitter, and his heart was terrified, so he had to think about Han Zhi's words repeatedly, but he gradually fell asleep.

Days went by. The sound of Mingjin's troops was never heard in the city again, and both the attacking and defending sides did not move. Han Song didn't dare to go out at will, but the atmosphere in the house was also very depressing. The old lady's health deteriorated, she slept all day long, but she woke up and shouted from time to time at night, relying on Ah Yun to try her best to appease her. Qi Liang came once and talked to the old man for a few words, but when he saw that her thoughts were confused and she couldn't understand words, he didn't come again.

Late at night on the third day, Han Song seemed to hear crying half-asleep, followed by the sound of falling to the ground and the sound of hurried footsteps. She was accustomed to the old lady's convulsions in the middle of the night, and it took a while for her to open her eyes.

I saw a cold white moonlight shining into the house through the window, and there was a faint fishy smell in the rich smell of herbs. The old lady lay on her side on the couch, a bony arm sticking out of the futon, illuminated by the moonlight. Han Song looked around and didn't see Ah Yun. She stared at the old lady for a moment, and finally felt uneasy, so she got up and followed Ah Yun's example, trying to cover the old man's bedding.

She stepped forward and gently lifted the old man's hand, feeling that her skin was very cold, completely different from the day before. I had to take my arm back to the couch for her, and I felt that the other party's strength was very stubborn, as if I was fighting with her, and I couldn't push it. She thought the old lady was awake and looked at her. I saw that under the cold moon, the old man's face was pale, his muscles were stiff, his eyes were turned upward, and his eyeballs were a chaotic gray.

Han Song took a step back and stumbled to the ground, she still grabbed the old man's hand, drove the corpse, and also moved forward, as if to pounce on her. She squeezed a whimper out of her throat and turned her head to run.

She hadn't been so afraid of corpses. But the shadow of death lingered day after day, and she ran through the hollow buildings, only to feel the cold wind gusting, the shadows, and the creaking of the steps under her feet, which frightened her to the point of not possessing her body. She had only been in the city for two days, and she didn't know where to find someone, and when she came back to her senses, she had already run to the hall downstairs in one breath, thinking about looking for Han Zhi, but she didn't know where he lived, so she didn't know what to do for a while, and stood in the corridor.

When I ran down the pavilion, there was a noise in my ears, and I thought that a ghost was chasing after me, so I just ran wildly. At this time, I waited with bated breath, but I felt strange: the real shouts were like a tide, rushing from the wind. Looking around again, I saw that outside the high walls of the military palace, the edge of the dark blue night was stained orange and red, as if someone had burned the canopy.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard not far away. The flickering firelight illuminated the doorways of the corridor, reflecting the shadows of a group of knives around the corner.

Han Song suddenly stepped back. A door was open behind her, and the floor was littered with wooden tablets and paper, as if after a random search. A standing cabinet fell to the ground with its back to the doorway, and the clutter inside was scattered in piles. Han Song stepped on the two slender pen barrels with one foot and made a crisp sound. She heard footsteps outside, and before she could think about it, she bent down and hid in the shadows of the cupboard.

Those heavy footsteps sounded like five or six people, and after a pause at the door, they actually walked into the house. Han Song leaned his back against the thin cabinet door, as if he felt the ground shaking slightly. The crackling sound of the torch burning came from far and near, and a piece of fire illuminated the corner of her clothes, and she realized that it was her own body that kept shaking.

The torch illuminated the front side, and two soldiers in armor were walking past the cabinet door. Han Song tried his best to hold his breath, and seeing that the two were about to turn away, a big hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed it on her shoulder.

I heard the man whisper, "It's me." ”

It's Han Zhi! Han Song's mood was so agitated that he almost burst into tears. Han Zhi stretched out her hand to her, and she sat down in place before she got up for a moment. Han Zhi patted her hair and directly stretched out her arms to pick her up. He was followed by five men, all in armor and walking quickly. The group hurried to the door of the mansion, and Han Song saw that the street outside was already in flames. A few horses were tied not far away, kicking their front hooves restlessly. Two samurai-like men were carrying packages on their backs, unreining to lead the neighing horses away.

Han Song didn't have time to think about it, several people didn't stop, and they had already rushed straight to the horse, and a soldier on Han Zhi's side drew his knife and slashed at the two people mercilessly, hitting one of them in the chest and abdomen, and blood splashed suddenly.

It was the first time Han Song saw the white blade unsheathed at such a close distance, and a scream choked in his throat. The two men did not return fire, screamed, and turned to run with their wounds in their hands. Han Zhi didn't say a word, pulled the reins, picked Han Song on the horse's back, and turned over and sat behind him. He didn't freeze in his movements, as if no one had interrupted him. A few people kicked the horse's belly, and several horses suddenly galloped away.

The mansion where Qi Liang temporarily lived was originally an official office abandoned by the governor of Tongling Guan, which was quiet on all sides and rarely inhabited. Once you turn the corner, the situation in the city is clear, and you can see burning houses on both sides of the road, men, women and children running in panic, and many corpses in civilian clothes lying on the road. There were many people who looked like ordinary samurai before, armed with weapons and wrapped on their backs, and they were rampage through the crowd. Even if Han Song didn't understand the situation anymore, he knew that it should be the loss of the city. However, the two sides did not fight each other, and the samurai attire did not look like Zhang Mu's subordinates. She couldn't understand how things had come to this point in just a few days, and she was horrified and horrified, and she tried to look around on the back of a bumpy horse. Suddenly, I saw a woman in Tsing Yi, running by the side of the road with her hair scattered, as if it was Ah Yun. She grabbed Han Zhi's sleeve and wanted to point it out to him, but the woman's figure flashed and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

Han Zhi ignored her, and the color was heavy under the firelight, and she only cared about galloping forward. Han Song barely managed to make out the direction and found that he was heading towards the south gate where the two of them came. She expected that Zhang Mian should have broken in from the north gate, so Han Zhi wanted to take her to escape from the south gate. But the more I moved forward, the more I felt that something was wrong: blood flowed on the road, and more and more people were wearing armor among the corpses lying down. When the south gate of the city loomed, she saw the pear wood gate open, and the drawbridge was placed on the pavement. A black-robed general with an unremarkable appearance stood sideways under the city gate, and behind him was full of heavily armored cavalrymen with bows and halberds.

Zhang Mian came in from the south gate? She was still shocked, Han Zhi didn't pause, and she had already galloped straight towards Zhang Xuan's array.

galloped closer, only to see that there were more than ten horsemen and horses in front of Zhang Mian, faintly surrounded by black-armored soldiers inside and outside the city gate. Because the number was so small, it didn't look like they were surrounded, but they were stopped in front of the city gates. The leader was covered with blood marks on his armor and held a spear in his hand, which was Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's face was pale and his expression was depressed. He was not wearing a helmet, and there was a narrow bloody wound on the side of his neck, which seemed to have been grazed from a very close position, which looked quite frightening. But when he saw Han Zhi coming, his eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice: "Found it?" ”

There was a smile in the words.

Han Zhi nodded, reined in side with him, looked around with his eyes, and did not speak.

When Han Song heard this, he felt a sense of reality in a trance, sat on the horse's back, and thought blankly: Did you come specifically to find me?

Han Zhi and a few people came from the city, but Zhang Zhi's troops did not stop them. At this time, Han Song looked over and saw that among the black armor army, the leader was Zhang Xuan, and several people behind him were riding together. One of them was a literati surnamed Cheng whom he had seen before, wearing a cloak as usual and smiling on his face. The other person was tall and thin, with a complicated expression, and it was Qi Liang.

A few others fell on the side, as if they were also a little familiar. Han Song looked at it for a moment, and suddenly saw a bloody head hanging on the side of a person's saddle, with chubby cheeks and wide eyes, it was the Tang Wang who Fu Yi laughed and called "from the bookkeeper".

When she saw the faces of those people again, she recognized that they had seen them at the door of the council hall a few days ago, and they were the leaders of the group of country warriors recruited by Qi Dongshan.