Yang Ruxin wielded a whip and advanced toward Michiko. Today, under no circumstances could she let this woman escape. Wasn’t she a Saintess? Every one of them that ca would be killed, forcing that cult to constantly choose a new Saintess.
The man pretending to be cripple nearby hurried to protect his master, but he was intercepted by Du Yunpeng.
Soon, another woman rushed forward, but she was blocked by Xiaobai.
Michiko kept retreating, sensing sothing was amiss. Aside from the few people around her, no one in the vicinity was approaching, despite the commotion and the known plan for tonight. There was only one reason for them not showing up—sothing had happened.
"You can’t escape." Yang Ruxin caught up with her.
Michiko’s pretty face twisted in agony. "I don’t want to die. Tell your terms."
"Certainly. Tell us about your Sun Cult’s plan in Daxuan."
"In your dreams." Michiko suddenly leaped out of the room, flying toward the wall through the rain.
However, a sudden green light shot over. Although the Saintess was skilled, how could her speed match Xiaolun? She scread and fell to the ground.
Yang Ruxin didn’t follow. She stood at the doorway, watching the beautiful woman suffer in the rain, and sighed helplessly, "Why bother?"
At this mont, the downpour suddenly stopped, the sky cleared, and the view beca clear.
Yang Ruxin stepped through the rain to stand before Michiko. "You have only two choices: answer my questions honestly or die." She bent slightly, eting Michiko’s eyes. "Do you know how your sister died? She was poisoned by Xiaolun and beca a human swine..."
Michiko felt a numbness spreading from her bitten leg.
"I don’t mind turning you into a human swine too." Yang Ruxin’s voice was soft. "But really, is it worth it?"
Mieko’s face turned deathly pale.
anwhile, the fight inside the house had reached a conclusion.
Xiaobai first tore the woman into pieces and then imdiately pounced on the man fighting Du Yunpeng, biting his neck off. Together, they moved to help take down Du Juan’s opponent.
However, Du Juan’s shoulder had been slashed by the opponent’s blow.
Du Juan didn’t mind at all; she took out a dicine bottle and sprinkled so healing powder on the wound. But when it ca ti to wrap it with a bandage, she ran into difficulty since she couldn’t manage alone with one arm.
Each of them carried a satchel filled with various ergency supplies and items prepared by Yang Ruxin, including bandages made from high-temperature treated cotton cloth—perfect for bandaging wounds.
"Let help you." Du Yunpeng walked over.
Du Juan hesitated for a mont.
"What’s the point of hesitating now?" Du Yunpeng frowned. "Get it done quickly so we can go help the young lady."
Du Juan nodded imdiately.
Du Yunpeng simply took the dicine powder and bandages from his pack, re-treated her wound, and tied it securely.
"Thank you," Du Juan said. Throughout the entire process, she didn’t frown once; now she calmly tidied her clothing and headed into the courtyard first.
Du Yunpeng’s gaze flickered slightly. This woman... Suddenly, he felt a faint warmth on his face, but fortunately, it was nightti, and no one could see.
In the courtyard, Yang Ruxin delivered another blow to Michiko: "Everyone you’ve stationed in this village has been poisoned to death. Now, you’re the only one left."
User Comments
0 comments from readers