The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

Chapter 689: Revival (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

But now, Feng Yang’s body was hot again, and she was breathing weakly.

Gu Yanfei suddenly ignored it and took out a small red brocade bag from Feng Yang’s slightly hot chest.

The protective talisman in this brocade bag was personally given to Feng Yang by Gu Yanfei on the day of the banquet. She had also reminded Feng Yang to keep this protective talisman with him at all times.

Gu Yanfei shook the brocade bag gently, and a trace of ashes floated out of the brocade bag. With a breeze, the ashes were blown away by the wind.

Feng Yang’s lifespan had indeed only lasted until today, but the protective talisman Gu Yanfei gave her could protect Feng Yang’s soul and extend her life for a day.

chu You knew that Feng Yang would die, and Gu Yanfei could also predict it.

Feng Yang said that Kang Wang was waiting for her death. It was better to use her death to lure the snake out of its hole.

From the suggestion of the Ministry of Rites that today be the day to worship the imperial mausoleum, Gu Yanfei knew that Kang Wang had taken the bait.

“Help me help Her Highness to the back,” Gu Yanfei said softly.

The eldest palace maid hurriedly agreed. The two of them supported the still unconscious Feng Yang to the back hall of the Long’en Hall.

Chu You glared at Feng Yang. At this moment, he really wanted to kill Feng Yang with his own hands.

After the initial shock passed, Chu You’s expression turned from shock to anger, and more of it was unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

He hadn’t lost yet!

Chu You’s gaze was as malicious as an owl.

Since he had already come to this point, how could he be willing to give up just like that? He raised his right hand, which was covered in blood, touched his index finger and his middle finger together, and made a gesture to move forward.

—Attack!

A murderous aura lingered around him, as if he was a wild beast that had been forced into a desperate situation and planned to fight to the death.

Behind him, the 500 soldiers of the Tiger Army who were on standby outside the Long’en Hall waved the long sabers and spears in their hands and approached the civil and military officials in the Long’en Hall like a tide, filled with killing intent.

They didn’t want to kill, but they wanted to use the civil and military officials present as hostages.

As long as he placed the saber on the necks of these officials, Chu You’s side would have a bargaining chip. Even the Emperor had to consider the lives of these close officials.

In the face of the surging Tiger Army, the women and civil officials fled to the two sides of the Long’en Hall. The women were so scared that their faces turned pale.

Chu Yi, who was in the hall, was relatively calm. He calmly spat out, “Attack.”

Even at this moment, his expression and voice were still like a spring breeze turning into rain.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The deafening gunshots rose and fell like a storm.

The soldiers of the Shangyang Army in black armor and holding flintlocks knocked on the triggers one by one in an orderly manner. After the front row fired the bullets, the soldiers in the back row immediately replaced them and switched freely.

This solemn imperial mausoleum instantly turned into a cruel battlefield.

Life and death on the battlefield were often in a short instant!

With every gunshot, soldiers of the Tiger Army fell with a bang, or bloody holes appeared in the vital points between the eyebrows, neck, or chest.

Blood quickly spewed out of the wounds of these dead people, dyeing the ground red. Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

Not only were there gunshots nearby, but there were also gunshots constantly coming from afar. An ominous and oppressive aura spread, and the surroundings were in chaos.

Chu You’s expression turned even uglier. Obviously, the other soldiers of the Tiger Army in the imperial mausoleum were also besieged by the Shangyang Army.

Chu Yi said calmly, “Emperor Taizu once said that a flintlock 60 feet away is faster than a saber.”

A calm sentence was very intimidating.

These corpses lying on the ground proved his words.

Gunshots kept coming, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood and gunpowder.

The expressions of the Tiger Army soldiers present changed drastically.

The lethality of this new flintlock far exceeded that of the old flintlock, and the shooting speed was even faster.

In front of such a terrifying divine weapon, the sabers, spears, and arrows they had were completely unable to withstand a single blow, as if they were as slow and weak as young children.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The deafening gunshots seemed to be endless.

At this moment, Gu Yanfei, who was in the back hall, was completely unaffected by the gunshot.

She gently patted Feng Yang’s back and mobilized the spiritual power in her body to forcefully press it onto her palm, transferring some into Feng Yang’s body.

The palace maid held her breath and looked at the two of them.

Gradually, Feng Yang’s aura recovered a little. Although her breathing was weak, it began to stabilize.

Gu Yanfei took out another talisman and gently patted Feng Yang’s chest. She then started to command the royal maid to massage some acupuncture points on Feng Yang’s body.

After an unknown period of time, Feng Yang’s closed eyes trembled..

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