A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 230 Killing someone with a borrowed knife

"Zhi Yihe...this name...why does it sound so familiar..." A female voice came weakly from the crowd.

"Mom, this girl looks like the fairy girl on our wall!" A child suddenly spoke in a crisp voice.

"This... isn't this the name of the goddess?"

"Oh! Yes! Isn't it the goddess!"

"Could it be that we've had a drought for the past few months, but heavy rain has arrived as soon as the goddess arrives? It's actually! The goddess has appeared!"

The legs of several villagers went weak and they fell to their knees with a thud, and the farm tools in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

"Goddess, please spare me! Please spare me!"

"I am blind and blind! I have blasphemed the goddess! I deserve death!"

"Please, goddess, have mercy on us! Spare us blind fools!"

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They uttered cries of mercy and repentance.

"Just now the goddess said... to kill... to kill all nine clans?!"

"No...no...Miss, please spare me! Goddess, please spare me!"

"I am a mortal! I have offended the goddess! Please have mercy on me, goddess! Have mercy!"

"Give me mercy?" Zhi Yihe smiled coldly, "It's too late."

"The assassins are approaching, lurking nearby. They don't recognize this barren land, but only the mark of my destiny. If I leave, they will track me down and massacre the entire village to prevent future troubles!"

Deathly silence. Only the chattering of the villagers' teeth and their heavy breathing could be heard.

"Want to live?" Zhi Yihe's voice suddenly changed: "There is only one way."

All the villagers suddenly raised their heads and stared at her.

She pulled a gold hairpin from her package and handed it to the man holding the jade bracelet. "Take this and go immediately to the town thirty miles away. Find the best carriage shop and buy a sturdy, fastest carriage." Zhi Yihe spoke rapidly, "Tell the shop owner that 'Young Lady Yunfu in Beijing' needs it urgently. Have him prepare the carriage and wait for you under the old locust tree at the west end of town. This hairpin is a deposit."

"Beijing...Beijing...Miss Yunfu?" The man held the priceless gold hairpin, his hands shaking violently.

"It's done." Zhi Yihe took back the jade bracelet and handed it back to Ting Zhu. She continued, "After purchasing the carriage, the remaining money is all yours. It's enough for you to leave this dangerous place and live comfortably for the rest of your life." She paused, her tone turning serious. "If you mess it up... or if you dare to embezzle the money and abscond..."

"I understand! I understand!" The man kowtowed hard, grabbed the golden hairpin, and crawled out of the village.

Zhi Yihe did the same thing and waved at the man who was hiding at the back but shouting the loudest. He gave the same instructions, but with a sachet instead, and the destination was changed to the post station where they escaped, and the meeting place was the abandoned tea shed next to the post station.

"The abandoned tea shed... the daughter of the Yun family... the remaining money belongs to me?" A light flashed in the man's eyes. He grabbed the sachet and, without caring about his wife and children, stumbled into the foggy mountain road.

Finally, Zhi Yihe handed a pair of gold earrings inlaid with pearls to the village chief.

"Go to Baishui Ferry, find the ferry captain, rent a speedboat, and say 'Miss Zhi' to charter the boat. Go straight down the river to Tongjiang City, a hundred miles away. These earrings are for the boat fare, and the rest is yours." She deliberately emphasized "straight down the river a hundred miles away."

The village chief looked at the warm luster of the round pearl in his palm, swallowed, nodded vigorously, and walked towards the path leading to Baishui River behind the village.

Everything was arranged properly, and Zhi Yihe seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. She leaned against the cold earth wall. The three pieces of jewelry that represented her identity were like three stones thrown into stagnant water, carrying fatal temptation and false trajectories, and were thrown in three different directions.

Yu Tuan was still unconscious, breathing weakly. Ting Zhu immediately came over, her face full of worry.

"Tingzhu, hold Yutuan tight." Zhi Yihe's voice was urgent. She squatted down, put Yutuan's arms around her neck, and used all her strength to carry her on her back.

"Go!" she growled through gritted teeth.

Tingzhu followed Zhiyihe closely, and her little hands were trying hard to support Yutuan's hanging legs.

Three people, no, two and a half, plunged into a more remote and rugged mountain path that was completely opposite to the direction the villagers left.