At night, Zhang Xing lay on the soft and spacious bed, holding a bag of silver and two banknotes worth five hundred taels each, and slept soundly.
The next day, Hong Fu held a banquet and invited all the famous people in town.
The banquet continued on the third day.
These days were not bad. He ate and drank well every day, and he even received gifts. Zhang Xing had more than ten thousand taels of silver in his pocket.
At noon, the famous gentlemen in town, led by Hong Fu, raised their wine glasses and were about to toast Zhang Xing.
Then they heard a loud boom!
There was a hole in the roof, and a white figure rushed in.
"Thud!"
The white figure fell to the ground.
Everyone looked carefully.
It was a young woman in white, holding a long sword and covered in blood.
But they couldn't tell her age.
The woman's hair was messy, and her face was covered in dust and sweat, making her look like a beggar.
Everyone holding their wine glasses was stunned.
They had heard of fortune falling from the sky, but today, a woman fell from the sky?
The woman was still alive, and she struggled to stand up.
She raised her sword and looked around with a blurry gaze.
Zhang Xing's eyes were strange, and he happened to meet the woman's eyes.
For some reason, the woman suddenly staggered toward Zhang Xing.
"Help me …"
"Cough, cough, cough …"
Her voice was hoarse, and she only said two words before she started coughing.
Zhang Xing didn't get up. He didn't know how to help.
After a while, the woman stopped coughing and continued to stagger forward.
"Help me … go … to … Tai Ah Sword Sect …"
When she finished speaking, she stumbled and fell on the small square table in front of Zhang Xing.
"Crash!"
The plates, wine jugs, and wine glasses on the table fell to the ground.
Zhang Xing scratched his head and got up to help the woman up.
"Bring me some water!"
Seeing the woman's dry lips, Zhang Xing hurriedly said.
The person beside him immediately brought a pot of warm tea to Zhang Xing.
In a daze, the woman felt the water she had been longing for.
She closed her eyes and gulped down the pot of tea in one gulp.
After drinking, she opened her eyes, and there was a bit of light in them.
She opened her mouth and was about to say something.
Suddenly, the entire hall shook.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Several more large holes appeared on the roof.
Five or six black-clothed men descended from the sky.
In the smoke and dust, a few cold lights appeared. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and their bodies trembled.
Heavens!
What was going on? Why didn't these people use the door when there was one? Did they like to destroy other people's houses?
Judging from their murderous looks, they were either bandits or robbers.
Huala!
The black-clothed men seemed to have seen the situation in the room clearly. Their figures flashed and surrounded Zhang Xing.
"Brat, the Black Robed Sect is handling some matters. Hand over the woman!"
A middle-aged man with a scar on his face pointed his sword at Zhang Xing and said coldly.
"This … her injuries are not light. She needs treatment."
Zhang Xing was also a little nervous. He wanted to hand the woman over, but he couldn't bear to see her die like this.
At this moment, he was like a hot-blooded youth who had just stepped out of the pugilistic world. He wanted to deal with injustice, but he didn't have much confidence.
"Oh my!
I didn't expect you to have such a good heart. Don't worry, we'll treat her. She can't die. "
The black-clothed man with a scar pretended to casually reach out to grab the woman.
But he was secretly on guard against Zhang Xing.
Only Zhang Xing and the others couldn't see through him. He had to be careful.
"Smack!"
The black-clothed man with a scar was about to grab the woman's arm, but a hand suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his wrist.
"I'll treat her. You don't have to worry about it."
As Zhang Xing spoke, his wrist moved slightly.
The black-clothed man with a scar staggered back a few steps.
His heart skipped a beat.
He didn't see clearly how the other party had attacked.
Grabbing the woman was fake. Testing Zhang Xing was real.