Soon, the sounds of fighting in the smoke stopped, and the remaining smoke also dispersed.
The cliff was in a mess, with blood spilled on the ground.
Zhan Beihan was the only one standing on the edge of the cliff, and not far away lay the corpses of four assassins.
With him as the center, a semi-arc-shaped vacuum zone appeared on the ground, and densely packed poisonous needles pricked around it, leaving no place for footing.
Xiao Lingyue walked over quickly and glanced around with a frown: "Did someone run away?"
"Yeah." Zhan Beihan's face was cold.
"How did you run away?"
Xiao Lingyue couldn't believe it. She had been guarding the exit of the cliff and didn't see anyone coming out of the smoke at all.
Zhan Beihan Jianfeng pointed at the cliff and said, "I jumped down and there was no time to stop me."
The second commander jumped off a cliff?
Would you rather commit suicide than be captured alive?
The second commander didn't seem to be such a backbone person.
Xiao Lingyue placed Hanhan on the safe ground, swung her sword to sweep away the poisonous needles on the ground, and walked to the edge of the cliff to take a look.
It was pitch black under the cliff, bottomless, as if leading straight to hell.
Xiao Lingyue kicked a stone down and waited for a full minute before hearing the muffled sound of it hitting the ground. This showed that the cliff was indeed very deep.
But in addition, she also found some man-made traces on the rocks beside the cliff, as if they had been pulled by iron hooks.
"It seems that he didn't jump off the cliff to seek death. He had already planned it and escaped from below by jumping off the cliff."
Xiao Lingyue walked up to Zhan Beihan depressedly, glanced at the assassin's corpse on the ground, and said sarcastically: "To hold you back with the lives of your subordinates just to let myself escape, you are really a good commander!"
It's a pity that these assassins are so loyal and fearless of death that they can be regarded as the elites of the army.
But he found such a leader.
It was a sacrifice in vain.
Xiao Lingyue remembered that there were five assassins who survived on the cliff.
Four are already lying here.
The last assassin probably used tools such as iron hooks and chains to jump off the cliff with the second commander while the smoke was filling the air.
The terrain here is surrounded by mountains, and it was late at night, so the light was dim.
Xiao Lingyue and Zhan Beihan were just two people with their children, so naturally they couldn't jump off the cliff to chase them.
She no longer had any hope in her heart and asked Zhan Beihan, "Are you familiar with the nearby terrain? Do you know what is under this cliff?"
Zhan Beihan said calmly: "No, it's too late."
"Then let him run away like that?" Xiao Lingyue felt a little unhappy.
"As long as he is still in Northern Qin, he can escape the monks but not the temple!" Zhan Beihan's voice was cold, he sheathed his sword, bent down and picked up the little guy, and said coldly, "Go back to the thatched shed first."
After speaking, he turned around and walked away.
Xiao Lingyue had no choice but to follow.
Along the way, Zhan Beihan didn't speak, his thin lips pursed tightly.
Xiao Lingyue glanced at him secretly. Under the moonlight, his profile was almost perfect. The faint and cold moonlight reflected on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, outlining cold and sharp lines, making him look even more gloomy and gloomy than usual.
Xiao Lingyue could clearly feel that he was in a bad mood.
Even Hanhan felt it and nestled in his arms obediently, not daring to mess around with his father like usual.
Xiao Lingyue thought of what the second commander said about "Wei Shaorong", and suddenly felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.
"Um, His Highness King Yi...aren't we going back to Xiangguo Temple?" Xiao Lingyue said cautiously. Popular『』 This chapter has been completed!