I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

At dusk, the setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, dyeing the courtyard of the mansion with a dim yellow halo.

When Wei Lang saw the imperial physician who came to treat him, he said politely, "Thank you for your trouble, imperial physician. I am grateful for your help this time."

The imperial physician quickly bowed in return, "Master Wei, you are too kind. This is my duty."

On the other side, when the Wei family in Hedong heard that Wei Lang was injured, they hurriedly sent someone to inquire about the situation.

A cool breeze blew, and the leaves in the courtyard rustled.

Wei Lang's cousin Wei Huan, who was the vice minister of the Ministry of Justice, brought the files of the Ministry of Justice. When he saw Wei Lang, he asked anxiously, "Cousin, are you okay?"

Wei Lang smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The two sat down in a quiet study, with flickering candlelight inside and hazy moonlight outside the window.

Wei Huan lowered his voice and told Wei Lang some bad news: "Cousin, another general who was praised for his meritorious service has died."

Wei Lang was startled and asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

Wei Huan went on to say: "The general died in an ice cellar with his mouth filled with ice. His death was extremely tragic."

Wei Lang frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he analyzed: "Gao Yan must have used the Southeast Drum Tower to plot against these generals."

After that, he drew an underground map of the southeast drum tower from memory and solemnly instructed the staff of the Dali Temple: "Seal it up quickly and don't miss any clues."

At this time, the streets outside the mansion were empty, with only the voice of the night watchman echoing in the silent night.

In a room dimly lit by candlelight, Wei Lang stood tall, his brows furrowed, and he flipped through the files with focused eyes.

Chen Jia and Chen Jue were also looking through the remaining files.

Chen Jue said in a deep voice: "In my opinion, Gao Yan's killings were not based on the rank of his official position, but were based on the order in which he first came into contact with him in Shouchun."

As he spoke, he tapped the file lightly with his fingers, his expression solemn.

Wei Lang frowned, "Then how did this general come to have such a deep hatred with Gao Yan?"

Chen Jia pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "According to what I have learned from various sources, the way this general treated Gao Yan was extremely cruel. Although he is now a third-rank official, he was just a seventh-rank general back then."

She paused for a moment, sighed softly, and continued, "Perhaps it was the seeds of evil that were planted at that time that led to the tragedy today."

Chen Jue nodded slightly, his eyes deep, and added thoughtfully: "And there is one more thing, this general and Sima Fei'er are from the same hometown. I am afraid the connection between them needs to be further explored."

A few days later, on a dark and windy night, Yang Xiu's mansion was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which pressed down heavily, completely blocking out the originally faint moonlight, making the entire mansion look like a dark maze.

Suddenly, a sharp shout broke the silence of the night, like a sharp sword piercing the thick darkness.

Yang Xiu's house suffered a fierce attack.

Flames shot up into the sky, lighting the night sky red, and thick smoke rose up like a ferocious dragon, baring fangs and claws.

The servants in the mansion fled in panic, with shouts and cries mixed together.

"Help!"

They were running around in confusion like headless flies, and fear was spreading rapidly like a plague.

The killers sent by Gao Yan shuttled through the courtyard like ghosts. They were dressed in black and wore black scarves on their faces, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. The sharp blades in their hands flashed coldly in the firelight.

Sima Fei'er ran desperately in the chaos, her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Every breath felt like it was being burned by fire, and fear was always there.

Her hair was flying wildly in the wind and her eyes were full of panic.

"Don't run!"

The killers behind her were chasing her relentlessly. The sound of their footsteps was like the beat of a death drum, hitting Sima Fei'er's heart again and again.

Sima Fei'er's figure was as fast as the wind, shuttling through the narrow paths. She suddenly turned sideways to avoid a fierce slash.

"Whoosh!"

Another long knife came towards her back, but she rolled forward and narrowly avoided it.

The killers' attacks became more and more fierce, and Sima Fei'er's physical strength gradually declined, but her desire to survive made her burst out with amazing strength.

She seized the opportunity and drew out her hidden arrow, her arms trembling slightly with nervousness.

She took a deep breath and shot out with force. The hidden arrow flew straight towards a killer and pierced his throat accurately.

The killer widened his eyes, covered his neck with both hands, made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Sima Fei'er continued to run wildly, and in a panic she came to the secret room where Yang Xiu practiced martial arts.

At this time, Yang Hui was walking slowly by. The moment she saw Sima Fei'er, she was stunned and had no idea what was going on.

A trace of determination flashed in Sima Fei'er's eyes, and in order to save her life, she slammed the door shut.

"Sister-in-law, please open the door! You can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

Yang Hui's voice was filled with fear and pleading. Her face turned pale as paper in an instant. She kept banging on the door with her hands, crying, "Please, open the door!"

"No, I can't open the door. If I open it we will all die!"

Sima Fei'er leaned against the door and spoke in a trembling voice.

Her body was shaking constantly, her heart was full of conflict and fear, and she covered her ears tightly with her hands.

The killer only wanted to kill Yang Hui and get rid of this troublesome woman, so he rushed into the secret room and killed Sima Feier.

Just as the killer raised his knife to kill Yang Hui, Yang Xiu appeared like a god of war, holding a long sword and his figure was as agile as a dragon.

He just leaned sideways to avoid the oncoming sharp blade, and at the same time swung the sword in his hand. A cold light flashed, and the arm of a killer was instantly cut off, and blood splattered everywhere.

Yang Xiu's steps were flexible and changeable, and he shuttled among the killers like a ghost.

He suddenly leaped up, flipped in the air, and stabbed the sword straight into the heart of a killer with great force.

The killer fell to the ground and died before he even had time to react.

Yang Xiu's sword was so sharp that it knocked a killer's weapon away. Then he kicked the killer several meters away.

"Sima Fei'er, open the door quickly!"

Yang Xiu shouted loudly while fighting against the killer.

Sima Fei'er covered her ears and refused to answer, her body trembling with extreme fear.

"Sima Fei'er, let my sister in!"

Yang Xiu shouted again, his voice full of anger.

Yang Hui was so frightened by the horrific scene that she collapsed to the ground, and her urine flowed out uncontrollably.

Her eyes were empty, and she murmured to herself: "It's over, it's over..."

Yang Xiu became more and more courageous as the battle went on. His sword was as swift as the wind and every move was deadly.

Several more killers fell under his sword.

"Sima Fei'er, I'll say this for the last time, open the door immediately!"

Yang Xiu roared, his anger had reached its peak at this moment.

At this moment, the killers took advantage of the moment when Yang Xiu was distracted and launched a more fierce attack.