flstandardbreds Chapter 128 Cleverly Escapes Tracking and Ensures Safety
Chapter 128 Cleverly Escapes Tracking and Ensures Safety
Cleverly escape tracking and ensure safety
Stepping out of the opera troupe, Su Yunlan took a deep breath, her heart filled with the joy of victory.
She linked arms with Xiao Yuhan, and the two walked side by side on their way home.
As night deepened, the surrounding streets gradually quieted down, with only the occasional bark of a dog and distant lights adding to the tranquility of the night.
Suddenly, Su Yunlan sensed something was amiss. She stopped and whispered to Xiao Yuhan, "Wait..."
Xiao Yuhan immediately became alert. He gripped Su Yunlan's hand tightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
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Xiao Yuhan frowned, his eyes sharpening as he scanned every corner of his surroundings.
He whispered, "I felt it too just now; that person should be nearby."
Su Yunlan took a deep breath and said calmly, "We can't alert them. Let's see what their intentions are first."
Xiao Yuhan nodded, but his hand remained firmly gripping the sword hilt, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
The two continued to walk carefully forward, trying their best not to let their pursuers notice their nervousness.
Just then, a soft footstep sound came from behind, getting closer and closer.
Xiao Yuhan frowned even more deeply and said in a low voice, "The other party is getting closer. Should we take action directly?"
Su Yunlan shook her head and said firmly, "No, we don't know their background yet. Taking rash action will only expose us. Let's find a way to get rid of them first."
Xiao Yuhan nodded helplessly. He understood Su Yunlan's worries, but his fighting instincts made him feel extremely suppressed.
The two continued on their way, each pondering their own strategy.
The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and the night wind, carrying a slight chill, brushed against their cheeks, as if reminding them of the danger that was about to occur.
Su Yunlan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said softly, "There's a crowded night market ahead, we can use that opportunity to shake them off."
Xiao Yuhan immediately understood. He gripped Su Yunlan's hand tightly and whispered, "I'll listen to you, let's go."
The two quickened their pace and headed towards the night market.
The hustle and bustle of the night market grew closer, and the lights gradually brightened.
Su Yunlan secretly pondered how to cleverly deal with the stalkers and ensure their safe escape.
Su Yunlan suddenly stopped and turned to Xiao Yuhan, saying, "Remember, don't show any panic. Follow me." Her voice was low but full of determination and resolve.
Xiao Yuhan nodded in agreement, his eyes revealing his trust and support for his wife.
Su Yunlan pulled Xiao Yuhan and plunged into the bustling night market.
The sounds of hawking, shouting, and bargaining rose and fell, mingling with the aroma of food, filling every corner.
Su Yunlan moved nimbly through the crowd, sometimes stopping at stalls to pretend to select goods, and sometimes turning into narrow alleys, her steps light and decisive.
Xiao Yuhan followed closely behind, his tall figure standing out in the crowd, but he tried his best to conceal his aura so that his pursuers would not easily discover their whereabouts.
Su Yunlan's gaze swept across the crowd, and she noticed the figure of the stalker appearing and disappearing among the crowd, seemingly somewhat anxious.
A slight smile played on her lips as she thought to herself, "Want to keep up with me? Not so easy!" She pulled Xiao Yuhan into a dimly lit alley, where clutter piled up on both sides, emitting a musty smell.
Su Yunlan held her breath and slowed her pace, her footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.
She listened intently, and the footsteps of her pursuer drew closer.
Just as the pursuers were about to enter the alley, Su Yunlan pulled Xiao Yuhan and suddenly turned around, slipping out from the other end of the alley and returning to the bustling night market.
She glanced back and saw that the stalkers had indeed disappeared at the alley entrance, clearly misled by their actions.
Su Yunlan was secretly pleased with herself. She gently patted Xiao Yuhan's hand, signaling him to continue.
Xiao Yuhan secretly praised Su Yunlan's wit. He held Su Yunlan's hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Lan'er, you are so smart!" Su Yunlan held Xiao Yuhan's hand back, feeling the warmth of his palm, and her heart was filled with emotion.
This unspoken understanding and trust made her feel incredibly safe and happy.
The two continued walking through the night market, gradually moving away from the alley they had just left.
Su Yunlan gradually relaxed and began to appreciate the scenery around her.
The dazzling array of goods, the bustling crowd, and the enticing aromas made her temporarily forget the tension and danger she had just experienced.
Just then, a dark figure emerged from the crowd and blocked their path.
"Gentlemen, my master requests your presence..."
The dark figure appeared abruptly, his hoarse voice carrying an unquestionable tone of command, as if the hustle and bustle of the night market had frozen around him.
Xiao Yuhan's eyes sharpened, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, shielding Su Yunlan behind him.
"Who is your master?" Xiao Yuhan's voice was deep and oppressive, like frost in the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.
The shadowy figure didn't answer, but just chuckled sinisterly twice. With a wave of his hand, several more men in black emerged from the crowd and surrounded them.
Caught in a pincer attack, with nowhere to retreat.
Su Yunlan sensed the dangerous atmosphere in the air. The liveliness of the night market seemed to isolate them, leaving only a suffocating sense of oppression.
She knew that these people had come with ill intentions and had a clear purpose.
Xiao Yuhan stopped talking nonsense, drew his longsword, and the sword light was as white as snow, drawing sharp streaks of light in the night.
He moved like lightning, as fast as a ghost, and wherever his sword pointed, it struck the enemy's vital points.
Screams and the clash of weapons instantly shattered the hustle and bustle of the night market, drawing terrified screams from the surrounding crowd.
Su Yunlan did not sit idly by and wait for her fate. She calmly observed her surroundings, looking for anything she could use.
The vendors' stalls, the piles of goods, and the narrow alleyways all became weapons in her hands.
She moved nimbly across the battlefield, kicking over stalls, creating chaos, and throwing greasy food at the enemy to obstruct their view.
Xiao Yuhan was highly skilled in martial arts and had excellent swordsmanship, but his enemies were numerous and each of them was exceptionally skilled. Gradually, he began to feel the strain.
Su Yunlan saw this and was anxious. She knew that things couldn't continue like this and she had to get out of this predicament as soon as possible.
She rolled her eyes and figured it out.
She picked up a few pebbles from the ground and threw them forcefully at the lantern not far away.
With a few "crackling" sounds, the lantern shattered, sparks flew everywhere, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Su Yunlan grabbed Xiao Yuhan's hand and ran towards the outskirts of the night market.
Xiao Yuhan understood immediately, brandished his sword to force back the pursuers, and the two disappeared into the night like arrows released from a bow.
Behind them, the footsteps of the pursuers grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared.
Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
Overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal, the two smiled at each other and embraced tightly.
"It's alright, it's all over now," Xiao Yuhan said softly, gently stroking Su Yunlan's hair.
"Hmm." Su Yunlan nodded, but felt a vague unease in her heart.
She always felt that things were not that simple.
The two returned to the opera troupe, but the once bustling courtyard was now eerily quiet, filled with a sense of oppression.
The opera troupe members, who were usually full of laughter and joy, were now panicked, their eyes filled with fear...