Feng Lianwu only knew how to run forward. If someone stood in front of her, she could just push them away.

Three women were excitedly discussing the Five Ghost Festival in front of a restaurant when a figure pushed them away and ran forward.

One of the women was pushed to the ground. She grinned. The woman stood up and looked at the figure displeased, "What are you doing? You bumped into someone and you didn't apologize."

The woman had just stood firm when another figure ran forward, seemingly chasing the previous figure.

While the figure was running, it flew up, stepped on the woman's head and chased forward.

The woman was stepped on and fell to the ground, and said angrily: "Let's go to the fortune teller to tell our fortune..."

…

While Feng Wang chased Feng Lianwu, he shouted worriedly: "Xiao Wu... stop quickly."

Feng Lianwu didn't seem to hear anyone's voice, she just ran forward as hard as she could.

In the darkness, she was completely confused. She only knew that there seemed to be an answer ahead of her.

…

A woman in black clothes stood with one foot on a bamboo stick, her long black hair flying covering her face, but it could not hide the sharpness in her eyes.

One hand holds the bow, and the other holds the arrow to draw the string.

The woman narrowed her sharp eyes and looked at the woman running forward not far from the bamboo stick. The woman smiled coldly and let go of the hand holding the arrow.

The arrow from the string was like a dragon emerging from the water, with the sound of breaking the wind, and stabbed in a straight line towards the throat of the running woman.

If this stab hits the target, there will be blood splashing three feet, and death will occur immediately.

As if aware of the danger, Feng Lianwu stopped abruptly.

Feng Lianwu's pupils suddenly tightened, and in the darkness, she saw an arrow stabbing her throat at the speed of a meteor chasing the moon.

Feng Lianwu couldn't breathe, her whole body was tense, and she had never felt the approach of death like she did at this moment.

The dark world seemed to have disappeared, replaced by restaurants, teahouses, people coming and going, distant rivers, and...

The woman standing with one foot on the bamboo stick and her sharp but disdainful eyes.

The moment the arrow was about to pierce Feng Lianwu's throat, Feng Lianwu heard a roar, "Xiao Wu."

Then, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

She was aware of the sound of arrows piercing her breasts and the wisps of bloody air, but she couldn't feel any pain.

Because the arrow, which was as fast as the wind, did not pierce her body, but pierced the back of the man who was holding her at the moment.

"Phoenix King..."

Feng Lianwu's dry lips trembled slightly. She raised her hand and stroked King Feng's back, but her hands felt thick blood.

"Don't move...put your hands down." Feng Wang's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

After being stunned for a moment, Feng Lianwu put her hand down.

"ah……"

"Killed..."

"..."

The people around looked at the arrow stuck straight into King Feng's back, shouted a few words timidly and ran away.

The capable people left silently. Everyone knew that Fengcheng was restless.

When encountering something like this, all they need to do is leave quietly, otherwise they will get into trouble.
Chapter completed!