Fan Qingyi had been letting Huanbao lock onto Murong Jin, but just now, he received a reminder that Murong Jin had moved.
Murong Jin walked through the gate of the cloth shop and moved in full view of everyone.
There were Qin Zhou's men outside. How did Murong Jin avoid moving around
Fan Qingyi frowned, jumped over Qin Zhou and jumped out of the window of the inn.
Before he could stand firmly, he saw a black horse running past him quickly.
Fan Qingyi grabbed the horse's tail without thinking and ran a few meters with it.
The man driving the horse was wearing a straw raincoat. Seeing Fan Qingyi blocking his way, he whipped him.
The whip did not hit Fan Qingyi, but the horse's butt. The black horse felt the pain and started running wildly again.
Fan Qingyi pulled hard, jumped up, and dodged two whips from the rider. Only then did he see clearly that he was alone and did not bring Murong Jin with him.
I glanced down and found that Murong Jin was still at the entrance of the cloth shop and had not moved.
Just as he was distracted, the rider took the opportunity to whip his wrist, forcing him to let go, and then quickly rode away.
Qin Zhou chased after him and saw this scene, so he hurriedly supported Fan Qingyi.
The people around were also attracted and chased after him.
Fan Qingyi turned around hurriedly and saw the back of a man who was also wearing a straw raincoat, holding something and riding a horse away in the opposite direction.
"Hurry, chase that horse!" Fan Qingyi shouted.
Everyone reacted quickly, but there were no horses nearby.
Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters, one meter, Huanbao’s reminders became more and more frequent, and finally stopped.
This time Murong Jin is really missing.
"Get out of the way!" As Qin Zhou shouted, there was another chaos behind him.
Fan Qingyi turned his head and saw Qin Zhou riding a white horse directly out of the backyard of the inn, holding a sword in one hand, and preparing to go towards Murong Jin.
Without thinking too much, Fan Qingyi turned sideways, grabbed her saddle, and got on the horse.
"Southeast direction!" Fan Qingyi followed the last mark on Huanbao to show her the way.
Qin Zhou's eyes flashed, and he accelerated the speed of the white horse under him.
After running out of the suburbs, Fan Qingyi looked at the map displayed by Huanbao and felt a little confused.
Qin Zhou's horse was very fast, but he still couldn't catch up with the kidnappers. With the help of Huanbao, Fan Qingyi didn't lose his target. However, the strange thing was that he could clearly see the other party's route along the way. It felt like they were deliberately leading them in a certain direction.
"What's the place ahead?" Fan Qingyi asked.
Although Qin Zhou was concerned about Murong Jin, he also noticed something like him. Looking at the hill in front of him, his face was grim: "It used to be a famous bandit's den. Now, it may be a gathering place for rebels."
Who else could have taken Murong Jin away, except for those rebels who were thinking about killing her all day long
"We can't chase them anymore. I looked at the terrain and there are probably people ambushing behind this mountain pass. We are outnumbered and it will be hard to get out safely, let alone rescue the little prince." Fan Qingyi was afraid that Qin Zhou would rush in and get killed. As he spoke, he held Qin Zhou's hand, pulled the reins back, and stopped the horse.
Qin Zhou knew Fan Qingyi's concerns. The two of them knew nothing about the enemy's situation, and going in blindly would be a sure death.
"In order to lure you in, they will definitely not harm the little prince in the short term. Let's analyze it first and then find a suitable entry point."
The reinforcements would not arrive for at least another hour, and they couldn't just sit and wait outside.
Qin Zhou nodded, and the two men got off their horses and found a relatively secluded place to hide.
(End of this chapter)