Encountering an Ambush, the Entire Army Is Wiped Out!

Flames soared into the sky within the camp, shattering the once tranquil night with screams, shouts, and the clash of weapons. The familiar guards lay either in pools of blood or were fighting desperately, but were clearly at a disadvantage.

A Ming was about to scream.

But Xiao Qing quickly covered her mouth.

"Shh!"

Xiao Qing extended her index finger.

"Let's back up."

She grabbed A Ming's sleeve, her face as pale as paper.

She was clearly afraid, but he, being a martial artist, controlled himself well, while A Ming was just an ordinary person.

A Ming's mouth was tightly covered by Xiao Qing's hand. His eyes were filled with disbelief and terror, and his body trembled slightly with fear. Although Xiao Qing's eyes were also full of fear, she tried her best to remain calm. She knew that at this moment, any sound could lead to her death.

She pulled A Ming along, carefully backing away step by step, each step feeling like stepping on a knife's edge, heavy and difficult.

"Don't make a sound, we need to find somewhere to hide."

Xiao Qing's voice was extremely low, yet exceptionally firm.

She looked around, searching for a possible hiding place.

Not far away, a dense thicket of bushes caught her attention; perhaps there she could find temporary refuge from this sudden disaster.

The two moved swiftly and silently through the bushes until they were completely hidden in the darkness, at which point Xiao Qing released her hand from A Ming's mouth.

A Ming was panting heavily, his face pale, as if he had just escaped Ghost Gate. "What... what happened? Why did those people want to kill us?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Xiao Qing clenched her fists, trying to make her voice sound calmer, "I don't know, but we must leave here as soon as possible, find a safe place, and then think of a solution."

She looked around; the night was deep, the moonlight was faint, and she could only vaguely see the surrounding scenery.

"But... our troops, and the soldiers who escorted us..." A Ming's voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow. He couldn't believe that his comrades, who had fought alongside him just moments before, were now Yellow Spring.

Xiao Qing took a deep breath, suppressing her grief. "We can't give up like this. We must live on, find the truth, and avenge them!" Her words were filled with determination, as if an invisible force was supporting her.

The two decided to stay in the bushes to observe the situation and wait for an opportunity to escape.

In the darkness, the occasional whispers of masked men and the clash of weapons sent chills down one's spine. Xiao Qing gripped the short sword in her hand tightly; it was her ever-present weapon for self-defense, but now it felt unusually heavy.

Time seemed to stand still, each second passing exceptionally slowly.

Finally, when the last sound disappeared into the night, Xiao Qing judged that the masked man had probably left the camp. She whispered to A Ming, "We have to leave now. Remember, no matter what happens, stick close to me."

The two carefully made their way through the bushes, trying to avoid leaving any footprints.

The night breeze carried a chill, caressing their faces, as if bidding them farewell.

Using her familiarity with the terrain, Xiao Qing led A Ming away from the camp.

However, just as they were about to leave the danger zone, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Xiao Qing quickly pulled A Ming into the nearby bushes, the two of them pressed close to the ground, barely daring to breathe. They saw several masked men carrying torches, searching along the route they had taken.

"Damn it, how did they track me here?" Xiao Qing cursed inwardly, but she knew this was not the time to panic.

She calmly observed the masked man's movements, searching for an opportunity to escape.

Just then, a masked man seemed to notice the unusual activity in the bushes and slowly approached.

Xiao Qing's heart tightened, but she did not back down. She gripped her short sword tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the crucial moment.

However, just as the masked man was about to spot them, a sudden gust of wind interrupted his movements.

A Dark Shadow flashed past the treetops like a ghost, heading straight for the masked man.

The masked man cried out in alarm and hurriedly swung his knife to defend himself, but it was too late.

Dark Shadow appeared behind him in an instant, striking the back of his neck with a palm, and the masked man collapsed limply to the ground.

"Who?!" The other masked men rushed over at the sound, only to see Dark Shadow flash by and disappear into the night. They looked at each other, hesitant to make a move.

Xiao Qing and A Ming were also shocked; they never expected that someone would come to their aid in this critical moment.

But now was not the time to investigate the matter further, so they took the opportunity to quickly flee the scene.

They ran for quite a while until they were sure they had completely shaken off the masked men's pursuit before they stopped.

A Ming was panting heavily, but his face relaxed considerably. "We... we're saved!"

Xiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but then quickly composed herself. "We need to go back to the Capital and tell Lord Ye about this!"

"Um!"

A Ming nodded emphatically.

The two hurried back to Capital. It was late at night, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, illuminating their tired but determined figures.

Xiao Qing and A Ming were filled with a sense of urgency. They knew that time was of the essence, and every minute and every second could determine the safety of more innocent people.

"Let's go straight to Lord Ye's residence. He'll definitely have a way," Xiao Qing said, her tone resolute and unwavering.

A Ming nodded, and the two quickened their pace, passing through the narrow alleys and heading straight for Lord Ye's residence.

However, when they arrived, they found the mansion gates tightly closed and the entrance deserted, appearing unusually desolate.

"Has Lord Ye not returned yet?" A Ming frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Xiao Qing gently knocked on the gate, but no one answered.

Her heart sank, and she pounded on the door knocker again. The knocker made a dull thud that sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Open the door! We urgently need to see Lord Ye!" Xiao Qing shouted, her voice filled with anxiety.

After knocking for a long time, a sleepy-eyed doorman finally peeked out from under the door. Rubbing his eyes, he asked impatiently, "Who is it? What do you want so late?"

"We are Lord Ye's... um... subordinates, and we have urgent news to report!" A Ming hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously.

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his indifference. "Lord Ye is not at home. You'd better come back tomorrow." With that, he turned to close the gate.

"Wait!" Xiao Qing reacted quickly, reaching out to stop the door from closing. "We must see Lord Ye immediately; this matter concerns the safety of many people!"

The gatekeeper sneered, "You servants, all you do is spread fear. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite!"