With a ghastly pale face, the musician leapt out of the window and fled. Knowing that it was no longer safe to stay in this place for long, Gu Xiang hauled Zhang Chengling up and told Cao Weining, "Go, let's get out of here!"

Just as she finished speaking, about ten black-clothed men emerged out of nowhere, each one of them armed with a hook--the second suicide squad of the Poisonous Scorpions had arrived!

Everyone in the tavern, including the waiter, retreated before the situation took a turn for the worse, their meals unpaid for in their haste. Cao Weining asked in a single breath, "What's going on? Why did these people suddenly appear? What are they going to do?"

Gripping her dagger in hand, Gu Xiang slowly surveyed the Poisonous Scorpions. Feeling her palms sweat a little, she flipped her dagger around in a slight arc, internally bemoaning the situation. They had run into the Poisonous Scorpions suicide squad now, out of all possible times; it was easy to kill their way out, but what if something bad happened to this little tyke while she was babysitting him? With her master’s style of doing things, wouldn’t he skin her alive?

The Poisonous Scorpions seemed to be cautious of Gu Xiang as well, slowly closing from all directions. Out of the corner of her eye, Gu Xiang spotted Cao Weining, his expression dazed, and Zhang Chengling, who visibly had no fighting ability, and felt hopelessly close to death. This was the most unfortunate moment of her whole life.

So she told Cao Weining simply, “Did you forget? The suicide warriors of the Poisonous Scorpions want to kill the little tyke.”

Cao Weining said “Ah,” as he recalled that the few dead people at the Gao Family Manor were dressed like this, and instantly raised his guard. Brandishing his sword, he instructed Zhang Chengling, “Don’t leave my side.”

Gu Xiang’s fine brows knitted. Deciding to strike first to better control the situation, she gathered a bunch of concealed weapons in her hand, and cast them out like they cost her nothing. The skirmish began--

Zhou Zishu suspected that Gu Xiang was “Purple Danger of the Ghost Valley”; this maiden was young, but had many tactics, and her martial ability was undoubtedly strong. Although Cao Weining’s talent in poetry and songs made one’s balls ache a little, he was, after all, the most outstanding disciple of this Qingfeng Sword Sect generation, and had never compromised on gongfu training just because he skimped on reading. Teaming up, their combined prowess was indeed out of the ordinary; even if the opponents were the suicide warriors from the Poisonous Scorpions, they could still put up a fight giving it their all.

Yet they were doomed, because they still had to protect a little deadweight named Zhang Chengling.