On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1975 Return to Kill

Yinding's hand never left the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his knuckles turned blue and white due to the prolonged exertion.

He squinted his eyes and scanned the gray water in front of him, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, as if he could hear unusual movements in the wind.

"Have you found anything?" Wu Liang and the silver ingot were inseparable. The man also had a sharp gaze, always paying attention to any movement around him with the corner of his eyes.

Yinding lowered his voice and said, "The speed of the ship ahead is wrong."

Wu Liang immediately tensed his back and looked in the direction he was looking.

The two boats in front were originally moving at a constant speed, but now it seemed as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats, and their speed slowed down significantly.

The boat they were on always followed at the end, keeping a distance of an arrow's reach.

Wu Liang's fingers unconsciously stroked the dagger at his waist, "Indeed."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind came over, carrying a strange sound.

It was not the sound of waves hitting the deck, nor the rustling of sails, but the sharp sound of metal colliding.

"Clang! Clang!"

Short and dense, like someone hitting bronze with a hammer.

Wu Liang stood up straight abruptly: "Qingzi is alive!"

In the martial arts world, fighting with swords and knives is called "Qingzihuo". As soon as this word was uttered, the second strange sound was heard.

It was a short half-scream, as if someone's throat was suddenly strangled, and the sound was stuck in the throat and stopped abruptly, leaving only a heart-wrenching silence.

Wu Liang's face turned pale instantly, and his teeth chattered: "Something must have gone wrong!"

He subconsciously moved forward, wanting to see more clearly, but was pulled back by Yin Ding.

"Don't move!" Yinding's voice was low and calm. "Don't go anywhere."

What is coming will come naturally.

At this time, Han Peng and Chen Ling also came over after hearing the sound, and both of their faces were pale.

Han Peng had been traveling for years and was very experienced. He knew what was happening as soon as he heard the sound. His lips trembled as he said, "Could it be... pirates?"

Chen Ling's throat tightened. "There are at least twenty people on the two boats ahead. How could it be..."

Yin Ding stared ahead, "Remember what I said before?"

The three of them simultaneously remembered the warning given by Yin Ding before they set out.

At that time, he looked at the gradually darkening sky and said solemnly, "I'm afraid this return trip won't be peaceful. We might encounter something even more dangerous."

Although everyone was on guard at the time, they did not expect the danger to come so quickly and so violently.

A faint fishy and sweet smell gradually filled the air.

Han Peng couldn't help but cover his nose, his expression becoming even uglier: "The smell of blood... is so strong."

Yinding didn't say anything, but slowly drew out the knife from his waist.

The blade made a slight "clang" sound when it was unsheathed, which was particularly clear in this deadly environment.

Wu Liang also immediately drew out his dagger, and the two stood back to back, forming a defensive posture.

Yin Ding quickly gave the order, his voice low but full of unquestionable authority: "Han Peng and Chen Ling, the two of you go to the stern and get your bows and arrows ready. Remember, you are not allowed to act without my order."

"Understood!" The two responded in unison and quickly took their positions.

At this moment, the ship suddenly shook violently, as if it was hit hard by something.

It was not the impact of waves, but a heavy, powerful collision.

Yinding and Wu Liang both crouched down and looked vigilantly at both sides of the ship.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came from the bow, and someone jumped up and landed heavily on the deck.

This was followed by the sound of heavy footsteps, which were very steady, one step at a time, slowly and unhurriedly walking towards the cabin.

Yinding and Wu Liang exchanged glances and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

Yinding tightened his grip on the knife.

The blade gleamed coldly in the light, reflecting his tense profile.

He didn't say anything, but just pricked up his ears and carefully listened to the other person's footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, making it almost hard to breathe.

Han Peng and Chen Ling held their breath, their hands on the weapons at their waists, ready to attack at any time.

"Everyone," the man said, his voice hoarse and low, with a hint of teasing, "Excuse me, I want to borrow your way and ask for something."

Yin Ding asked, "What do you want to borrow?"

The man laughed coldly: "Your lives!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward, and the blade, with a sharp sound of wind, went straight for Yinding's throat.

The silver ingot suddenly flashed to the side, and with a "clang" sound, the knife in his hand blocked his attack.

Amidst the flying sparks, the man grinned and said, "Good boy, you've got some skills! Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Seeing this, Wu Liang immediately pounced forward and stabbed the man in the lower abdomen with his short knife.

Han Peng wanted to rush over from the bow of the ship, but Chen Ling held him back, shook his head, and reminded him with his eyes - don't forget, you can only move when you hear the order.

As soon as the fight started, the ship quickly became a mess. The clanging sounds of swords, angry shouts, and footsteps mixed together, echoing the faint sounds of fighting coming from the two ships in front.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, filling the entire cabin, indicating that the battle had just begun.

Yinding's knife was as fast as lightning, and each blow was aimed directly at the vital point. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, tightly locking onto Brother Bao's movements.

Wu Liangze was like a nimble leopard, constantly roaming and attacking, looking for flaws. The two of them worked together in perfect harmony, unlike their first time fighting side by side.

The visitor didn't expect that Yinding would be so difficult to deal with. He roared, and danced his ghost-head knife so fiercely that it was impenetrable to the wind and rain, forcing back the attacks of Yinding and Wu Liang. He took the opportunity to step back two steps and leaned against the bulkhead.

"Good! Very good!" He gasped, the scar on his face twisted with anger. "It seems you won't give up unless I leave something behind today!"

He blew a sharp whistle, and immediately a chaotic sound of footsteps and shouts came from outside.

Apparently, his accomplices heard the signal and were moving towards this side.

The people on the two boats in front were probably in danger, so Yinding made a quick decision.

He called out, "Boss Wang, come out and say something!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the fighting on the boat seemed to stop for a moment.

Those people in the martial arts world were stunned.

I thought the people who came were pirates, but I didn’t expect... that they knew Wang Tou?

Someone came out of the cabin and watched the fight, a cruel smile on his face. "You're really different! I've managed to figure it out. But, today, none of you can escape!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Is this what Zhou Lie meant?"

Along with wild shouts, the sound of weapons clashing rang out again, even more urgent than before.

A bigger crisis is approaching, and Yinding knows that the real test is just beginning.

He gripped the knife tightly and sneered silently - if that's the case, don't blame him for being rude.

Today, we are going to have a massacre.