The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 169 - Escape from Danger
Chapter 169: Chapter 169 Escape from Danger
Tan Yunjian heavily fell to the ground.
He was covered with arrows, looking at the night sky, and let out a low laugh.
Laughing and laughing, several mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed out, running down his jaw and flowing into his neck.
He seemed not to feel the pain, his lips moving as if he was saying something.
Qi Wuya looked down at him from above.
He could still laugh at a time like this?
He furrowed his brows, curiously walking over.
He wanted to hear clearly what he was saying.
Just as he stepped within half a step of him.
The man who had just been lying on the ground suddenly sprang up, pulled out an arrow from his body and stabbed it straight into Qi Wuya’s abdomen.
“Mr. Jiu!”
Han Chen was shocked and horrified!
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Tan Yunjian seemed to have gone mad, pressing down hard on the arrow, even pinning Qi Wuya’s body against the palace wall.
Qi Wuya’s complexion was deathly pale, in too much pain to utter a word.
Tan Yunjian was also at the end of his strength, blood gushing out in great spurts.
“I said I, I would kill, kill you… hahaha…”
He burst out laughing, feeling an extreme sense of relief.
Jiang Ke, brother, I have finally avenged you.
Now, in the underworld, we can meet again, my brother!
“Mr. Jiu!”
Han Chen snapped back from his shock and kicked away the lifeless Tan Yunjian.
Qi Wuya’s body was nailed to the stone wall, his brocade robe stained red with blood.
“Quick! Save Mr. Jiu!”
Han Chen was frantic like an ant on a hot pan, unsure how to proceed.
The other guards were equally clueless.
There were still many pirates around.
The scene was in utter chaos.
Qi Wuya, on the other hand, remained composed, his gaze cold: Very good. Very impressive. These He Country people, today they have really opened his eyes!
Furious, he endured the severe pain, grasped the arrow with his right hand, and forcefully yanked it out.
Blood splattered once again onto his brocade robe.
His devilish face took on an even more daunting look.
He threw the arrow onto the ground.
He didn’t look at his wound, but instead shouted at the stunned Han Chen: “Close the city gates, kill all the He Country people! We must find out He Ying’s whereabouts, I want to shred him into pieces!”
“Yes!”
Han Chen dared not delay, quickly shouting: “Quick! Close the city gates!”
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The massive city gates gradually closed.
He Ying and his people were just a moment too late.
They leaned against a corner of the wall, slumping to the ground, exhausted.
He Ying’s mind was filled with the image of Tan Yunjian falling.
Tan Yunjian was dead.
That proud and unrestrained adventurer had died!
Sang Yan also thought of the deceased Tan Yunjian.
She had met Tan Yunjian through Jiang Ke.
They didn’t spend much time together nor had much of a relationship, but seeing him die with her own eyes, her tears still couldn’t be controlled.
“He Ying, pull yourself together!”
She cradled his face, pressing her forehead against his: “Tan Yunjian gave his life for our escape, you can’t let him die in vain.”
A hint of color slowly returned to He Ying’s dull eyes.
“Ah Yan…”
Before he could finish those words, tears began streaming down his face.
He truly hadn’t expected Tan Yunjian to die such a violent death.
Those arrows piercing his body felt as though they were lodged in his own chest, causing him stifling discomfort.
“It’s not your fault!”
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Sang Yan hugged him, gently patting his back, soothing his emotions.
She understood how he felt.
The bonds between men sometimes seem as light as water, yet as thick as wine.
Though she didn’t know when he had met Tan Yunjian or the stories they shared, their coordinated understanding and mutual commitment to life and death were touching.
“He Ying, hold on, your people need you here…”
Sang Yan kissed his cold lips, choking up: “And me, He Ying, look at me…”
Ah Yan.
And his Ah Yan.
A spark of light reignited in He Ying’s eyes.
He looked at her, then at the pirates around him, all bearing scars, drenched in fresh blood, yet with a fierce blaze burning in their eyes, like struggling undying souls screaming in defiance.
Before him flashed the brutal scenes from within the Puluo Palace.
Those were his subjects.
They could have lived a quiet life incognito on Puluo Island, but they had stepped forward to fight and shed blood for him.
He was their Emperor!
He had to take them back!
“Emperor, Empress, the city gates have been sealed; we can’t get out.”
A pirate who had gone to gather intelligence came running, spitting out in disgust, “Damn Qi Wuya, truly ruthless, saying he wants to slaughter all of our Dahe people.”
Lv Dakuan, anxious and worried, reminded, “Tian Hu, instead of cursing, you’d be better off thinking where to hide. When that herd of beasts catch up to us, we’ll all be dead!”
Reminded by him, Chen Hu slapped his forehead, “Follow me.”
Sang Yan hurried over to help He Ying.
He Ying had already stood up.
Grasping Sang Yan’s hand, his face had regained its usual calm demeanor.
Only his eyes still fiercely red.
The two followed the pirates, weaving through the darkened city, finally arriving at a small fishing village.
By then, it was already dawn.
The morning light pierced the sky, nurturing new hope.
“Chunhua, quick, take them to the cellar.”
Chen Hu grabbed a middle-aged woman who was busy in the kitchen.
The woman had the look of a Puluo person.
Sang Yan was on her guard.
But after observing her, she realized the woman was mute.
She was also Chen Hu’s wife.
Presumably trustworthy.
Chunhua took a lamp, walked to a cellar in the yard, opened the lid, and then made a series of gestures.
Seeing this, Chen Hu spoke for her, “This is for storage, it’s a bit dark inside, but it’s good for hiding.”
As he spoke, he touched his bald head and awkwardly smiled, then said, “Please excuse us for the inconvenience, but it would be safer for the two distinguished guests to hide here to avoid being discovered by those animals.”
“Thank you.”
He Ying bowed with a fist to express his gratitude.
Sang Yan also solemnly performed a deep bow.
These people had saved them from dire straits, they were benefactors of Dahe!
“No! No! No! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!”
Chen Hu’s face went pale with panic, “I, no, no, I am just a coarse man, eh, it’s really embarrassing, alright, quickly hide inside.”
He Ying and Sang Yan then went down into the cellar one after the other.
Soon after, Chunhua brought a bottle of golden sore medicine and some bandages.
Sang Yan took them, tearfully saying, “Thank you.”
Chunhua gave a simple, honest smile, gestured with her hands for a bit, indicating that she should hurry to apply the medicine to He Ying, then she left the cellar without further disturbing the two.
The cellar was narrow and stuffy.
The smell was also quite foul.
He Ying, up to now, had never suffered such hardship.
He sat on the filthy ground, his face ashen, with cold sweat continuously dripping from his forehead.
Sang Yan watched with shock and trepidation and reached out to undress him, “Let me apply the medicine.”
He Ying stopped her hand with his own, shaking his head feebly, “No need. I’ll do it myself.”
He didn’t want her to see the wounds on his body.
Otherwise, she was sure to cry.
“Don’t be stubborn.”
Sang Yan obstinately yet forcefully removed his hand.
She took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and then slowly removed the clothing from his shoulder.
The pus and blood from the wound were tightly stuck to the clothing.
Just cleaning it up took a great deal of effort.
Looking at the wounds, where the flesh was turned inside out, and the mangled, bloody holes, Sang Yan still cried.
She didn’t want He Ying to worry, so she bit her lip hard, forcing herself not to cry out loud.
How could he endure such severe pain without a whimper?
What a fool!
“It doesn’t hurt.”
He Ying knew what she was thinking and consoled her with a gentle laugh, “I rarely saw you cry before, but in these past few days, it seems you’ve shed tears enough for a lifetime.”
It would have been fine if he hadn’t spoken.
Once he did, Sang Yan’s tears became uncontrollable.
“Why did you have to come? If you didn’t, everything would have been alright…”
If he hadn’t come, he wouldn’t have had to bear this pain.
Nor would she have to be so worried, so upset.
“How could I not come?”
He Ying sighed and hugged her, “Ah Yan, I’ve been without you for too long. If you don’t blame me for coming late, that’s all I could ask for.”
