Chapter 377 Luo Lingchen is in danger
Chapter 377 Luo Lingchen is in danger
On the other side, Luo Lingchen, who had just finished explaining things to his men and was about to find someone to pass the message back to the country, encountered a sudden assassination before he could even breathe a sigh of relief!
At that time, he had just finished giving detailed instructions to his subordinates, telling them that he would be staying in Beichen for a while, and then parted ways with them.
But who could have imagined that before he had walked far, a group of mysterious people in black clothes and masks appeared like ghosts and quickly surrounded him. It was obvious that they wanted to kill him.
Seeing this, Luo Lingchen's face darkened and he shouted sternly: "Who are you? You openly assassinated the emperor of another country in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid of provoking disputes between the two countries?" His voice was particularly loud in the quiet street, revealing an inviolable majesty.
However, this group of men in black seemed to have not heard anything. They stood there motionless like a group of emotionless puppets, staring coldly at Luo Lingchen with murderous intent in their eyes.
Seeing this, Luo Lingchen understood in his heart that these people obviously knew his identity and came specifically for him today, and they came prepared to take his life!
Luo Lingchen stared at the man in black vigilantly while thinking quickly in his mind.
The only people who knew his identity were those he had come into contact with in the inn in the past few days.
The people in Fuxi County Lord's Mansion would definitely not act rashly against him without orders from above. What's more, he is still Shen Shaodong's tacitly acknowledged son-in-law. It is neither reasonable nor moral for them to do such a thing.
In this case, the only two suspects left are Su Ran, the teacher of the Shen family, and Nangong Qi, the prince of Xiqi!
At this moment, Luo Lingchen was in danger, but he could only fight and retreat. The sword in his hand danced tightly and fiercely with the man in black. At the same time, his mind was working rapidly, and a fierce thought storm was going on.
He thought to himself, Nangong Qi looks like a little puppy. Although he sometimes acts fierce and fierce, the simplicity and kindness in his bones cannot be hidden and cannot change his nature.
But Su Ran was completely different. He was like a cheetah hiding in the grass. He always concealed his edge quietly. He looked like a docile big cat, harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, he was a cruel hunter!
As long as he encounters the right opportunity, he will pounce on it without hesitation, like a wolf, and bite the prey's neck fiercely until the prey has no power to fight back and becomes his prey.
The man in black attacked ruthlessly, and every move was deadly. The sharp blade in his hand flashed with a cold light in the sunlight, and every swing was filled with murderous intent.
Although Luo Lingchen fought hard, the other side had more people and more power, and they cooperated well. In just a short while, his body was covered with scars. Blood flowed out, staining his clothes red, and dripped onto the ground along the corners of his clothes, like blooming red plum blossoms.
Luo Lingchen knew that if he continued to stalemate like this, he would probably die here today. He became more and more anxious. Seeing an opportunity, he tried his best to fight and retreat towards the inn.
However, this group of men in black refused to let him go. Like a group of vicious wolves that smelled blood, they chased him relentlessly when they saw him trying to retreat. Their attacks became increasingly fierce, not giving Luo Lingchen any chance to breathe.
Luo Lingchen gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and staggered back to the door of the inn.
At this moment, a man in black seized the opportunity, took a sudden step forward, and stabbed Luo Lingchen's back with the long sword in his hand.
Luo Lingchen felt a sharp pain in his back, as if a ball of fire was burning his body. His vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground.
At this critical moment, people in the inn who heard the noise ran out.
Upon seeing this, the black-clad leader cast a cold glance at the shaky Luo Lingchen, thinking to himself, "This man has been stabbed so many times, and was hit by this fatal sword. He will definitely not survive. Your Highness's arrangement has finally been completed." Thinking of this, he raised his hand and blew a whistle. The sharp whistle sounded particularly harsh in the noisy environment.
When the other men in black heard the whistle, they immediately understood what was going on. They put away their weapons, flashed a few times, and quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd, as if they had never appeared before.
Only Luo Lingchen was left, covered in blood, leaning weakly against the door frame of the inn. The people around him looked at this bloody scene with horror on their faces. For a moment, the entrance of the inn was in chaos.
At this moment, Luo Lingchen only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and the scene before his eyes became illusory. He used up his last bit of strength to try to see the situation around him clearly. He seemed to be muttering something, but in the end he was unable to withstand the darkness that surged like a tide. His body softened and he slowly fell down.
The enthusiastic people in the inn rushed over, and some shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, help! What should we do? This boy is seriously injured!"
Some people tried to check Luo Lingchen's injuries, but were afraid of hurting his wounds. For a moment, everyone was in a panic and didn't know what to do.
Just as everyone was panicking, a sharp-eyed waiter suddenly shouted, "Oh, isn't this the guest who lives upstairs in our inn? This is serious! We must hurry and inform his friends!"
Everyone finally woke up from their dream and echoed the voice. Some people volunteered to run upstairs to see if they could find Luo Lingchen's companions, hoping to save this young man whose life was hanging by a thread as soon as possible.
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