Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 39: Chapter 22: Everyone Takes Their Own Path

Gu Changsheng watched Xiao Cui and Dong Lei walk over and gathered the two children into her arms.

She was not alone and could not act recklessly without any concerns; she had a lovely son and a maid following her.

Gu Changsheng was a responsible person, and those behind her were her responsibility.

The sense of danger drew closer, and Gu Changsheng faintly heard footsteps approaching.

“Han Qiu, protect them.” Gu Changsheng turned her head to look at Han Qiu, not wanting to worry about those behind her.

Han Qiu’s expression grew solemn, as she had accompanied her father on the battlefield and had an instinct for facing danger.

Gu Changsheng then fell silent, her gaze deep as she glanced at several people crouching in the corner. Han Qiu stood with her sword, blocking their front.

This dead end was also the chance for life she had chosen.

She would not let anyone pass her alive to harm those she cared about!

Walking to Zhou Mu, who was standing nearby, Gu Changsheng stopped, her hands reaching toward her waist; the scalpel felt ice cold to the touch.

Zhou Mu watched her movements, his brow furrowing tighter as he spoke coldly, “Woman, step back!”

Gu Changsheng looked up, puzzled. She had never been one to retreat without fighting, nor did she intend to let him battle alone.

“The men are coming for me. I will handle them. If you want peace later, step back!” Zhou Mu raised his hand to his waist, and as he moved, a soft sword as thin as a willow leaf was drawn out.

The sword’s edge was sharp, reflecting the scattered moonlight and giving off a cold glow.

He actually had his weapon hidden in his underwear! That bright red boxer shorts! That trim was hiding such a sharp Soft Sword!

Gu Changsheng glanced at a crowd of dark figures gathering in the distant alley and raised an eyebrow, “Can you handle it?”

Zhou Mu nodded without speaking.

Gu Changsheng did not argue any further, turned around, and went back, standing in front of Han Qiu, who then stepped up and positioned herself in front of her.

Gu Changsheng looked at Han Qiu, who wore a protective expression, and bowed her head in silence.

This world was not the world she knew. The rules of this world were also unfamiliar to her; she just wanted to work hard to earn Silver to support her son and live a prosperous life, yet she overlooked the fact that, under absolute power, money weighed nothing.

Her moment of kindness in saving Zhou Mu had almost led her son and her followers to perish in a sea of fire.

This was not the outcome she wanted.

She had no lofty goals; in her previous life, she had been at the top of the Pyramid, but what of it? Power, like money, came not with birth and went not with death; she did not want to waste her best years for those chimerical things.

She wanted to live like an ordinary person, with a roof over her head, clothes to cover her body, food to fill her stomach, and relatives to depend on. Although she yearned for utmost comfort, if it meant losing her loved ones and peace for money, she would rather not have it!

Zhou Mu was the Commandery Prince of the Zhou Dynasty!

He was not like her.

As she was deep in thought, a fight had already started ahead.

Zhou Mu, truly living up to his name as the Great General King, stood there, an unassailable presence like a one-man barrier against thousands.

His whole being was enveloped in a fierce and ruthless aura; the Soft Sword in his hand swung, hard as iron, like a swimming dragon.

Zhou Mu was indeed their target, and the twenty or so assassins who came did not hold back.

With one swing of his Soft Sword, it sank into a man’s body and then was drawn out; without hesitation, it slid towards another man’s neck.

Gu Changsheng, a former Special Forces Soldier, was too familiar with this sensation; in group combat, further fancy moves were superfluous—only charging fearlessly forward could carve out a path to survival!

The cruelty of the battlefield lay in the fact that there was no time for hesitation; time was life, either you die or I perish!

Zhou Mu’s movements were not extravagant, the Soft Sword was not suited for group fighting, but his speed was fast, beyond human limits. Gu Changsheng intuitively remembered the gust of wind when he had rushed out of the inn during the fire.

This man had definitely practiced Internal Martial Arts, or else he could not have broken human limits to achieve such superhuman speed.

The fighting continued, or rather, Zhou Mu continued. The assassins were also skilled, yet still fell to his strikes.

One by one, living beings turned into cold corpses.

And that man, like Death itself, stood amidst the bloodbath, swinging his scythe…

Time seemed to freeze for a moment; Gu Changsheng suddenly thought of her previous life. Just like that, to protect the injured leader, she held guns in each hand, harvesting every person who tried to cross her; once out of bullets, she fought hand-to-hand. The scalpel was her weapon, the first time she used the lifesaving blade to end numerous lives…