Four Harmonies and Good Fortune

Chapter 230 Killing
Zheng Ming knew Wang Yan was here, but when he actually saw him, he was still taken aback.

After a moment, he hurriedly said, "Quickly... take him down... he is Wang Yan."

After Zheng Ming finished speaking, Sang Dian, Chen Rong, and others had already gathered around.

Previously, Zheng Ming had besieged Wang Yan, but now Zheng Ming's soldiers had either run away or retreated, leaving him with only about thirty men. The situation had suddenly reversed, and he was now trapped halfway up the mountain by two groups of people with no way out.

Seeing the generals and soldiers around him being killed, Zheng Ming suddenly panicked and simply stood in the middle, ordering his men to protect him tightly.

Mr. Wen, Wang Hu, and the others did not rush to make a move. Zheng Long looked at Chen Rong, then whispered in Mr. Wen's ear, "Those are the refugees."

Mr. Wen subconsciously looked at Xie Yuyan, and their eyes met, revealing the answer.

Jiang San Niangzi said that her people were mixed in with the refugees and with Wang Yan, so it seems these are the people. What should they do? Should they attack now? Or wait until Wang Yan and the imperial court are both severely weakened?
Wang Hu had been keeping a close eye on Jiang San Niangzi's movements. He saw her stealthily conceal a dagger in her sleeve. Wang Hu felt a surge of excitement; this San Niangzi was ruthless, and someone was bound to fall victim to her schemes soon.

Two more screams rang out as two more of Zheng Ming's soldiers were wounded.

Wang Hu noticed that the people Wang Yan brought were different from the soldiers.

Wang Hu muttered, "Like this, I can't handle two of them by myself."

Xie Yuyan glanced at Wang Hu: "You must follow my instructions."

Wang Hu chuckled and scratched his head: "Just give the order, my wife."

"As long as it lets me kill someone..." A bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes.

Wang Hu knew the danger, but he just couldn't control himself from killing. Since he killed his elder brother and sister-in-law and went into the mountains at the age of sixteen, he has taken countless lives. I wonder if he can become a Bodhisattva of the Ten Stages?
Zheng Ming had nowhere to hide. His generals and soldiers had been scattered. He swung his waist knife to deal with the situation. He originally thought that Wang Yan was no match for him. But when the two really clashed, Zheng Ming was horrified to find that he could not withstand a single blow from Wang Yan.

Wang Yan, a civil official, actually possessed the strength of a military general, and the sword he held was not merely for show.

"Guards... seize this traitorous villain."

Zheng Ming shouted loudly, trying to attract more people, but to no avail.

Zheng Ming was utterly despondent. He looked at Wang Yan and said, "The Emperor's Dragon Guard has arrived. Lord Wang should hand us over to them." To put it bluntly, he didn't want to die here.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu couldn't help but laugh: "Where did this Dragon Guard come from? Are you talking about us?"

Zheng Ming had guessed that there was something wrong with the "Dragon Guard Army," and now that it had been confirmed by his own mouth, his expression became even more unpleasant. He looked at Wang Hu and his men in disbelief.

Zheng Ming was unwilling to give up: "Who are you people? How many of you have come?"

Wang Hu laughed and said, "We are just ordinary people... just a group of acquaintances who came to help rescue that... Lord Wang... about twenty people in total."

“Impossible,” Zheng Ming’s eyes seemed to spit fire, his face full of disbelief. “There were clearly so many people shouting, at least a hundred.”

This time, even the others laughed along.

“Those who are shouting along are all the soldiers you brought.”

“We told them we were from the Dragon Guard, and they didn’t suspect a thing. They would shout whatever we told them to shout. They were incredibly obedient,” Wang Hu said, pausing for a moment. “Because of this, I couldn’t bear to kill them.”

Zheng Ming's heart sank completely.

"What you have in your hands..."

Xie Yuyan spoke up before Wang Hu could, saying, "It's just kerosene." She didn't want Wang Hu to say too much, lest people guess their Manichaean identity.

Kerosene. About twenty people.

Suddenly, Zheng Ming was filled with rage. He had been tricked. Overwhelmed with anger, he gripped his waist knife and slashed at Xie Yuyan.

Even in a state of extreme anger, a person may still think of bullying the weak.

When Zheng Ming heard Xie Yuyan's voice, he recognized her as a woman. He could be defeated by Wang Yan and surrounded by a group of men, but he could not be defeated by a woman.

But before Zheng Ming could reach Xie Yuyan, a sharp blade struck, and Zheng Ming felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, causing the knife in his hand to fall to the ground.

No, it wasn't just the knife; it was also his arm.

The blade did not stop...

In his shock, Zheng Ming wanted to save his life, so he offered to testify and help them impeach Prefect Liu.

His mouth had just opened when a stream of blood gushed from his neck and mouth.

Zheng Ming's expression of fear and rage froze on his face. The round head finally detached from the body, fell to the ground, and rolled to Wang Hu's feet.

Wang Hu's eyes flashed with excitement, and he raised his foot to stomp on Zheng Ming's face.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Zheng Ming's face was completely disfigured.

Only at this moment did Zheng Ming's body touch the ground.

The bloody scene shocked the remaining generals and soldiers, who all dropped their weapons and dared not put up any more resistance.

With the observers all dead, who can they take orders from?
Wang Yan looked at Wang Hu and the others.

Wang Hu gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

Sangdian and the royal guards numbered only a dozen or so, while the Manichaeans had more than twenty. If they were to actually clash, it would undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

Wang Hu was ready to charge out immediately. He subconsciously looked at Jiang San Niangzi, waiting for her to give orders. But he saw Zheng Long also walking towards Jiang San Niangzi.

Wang Hu was somewhat confused as to why Zheng Long seemed to be wary of Jiang San Niangzi.
Xie Yuyan spoke up as expected: "Lord Wang, these are villagers I found down the mountain. Their armor was taken from soldiers. We... you mentioned the Dragon Guard, so we tried to impersonate them... and sure enough, they fell for it... We had no other choice. We had no weapons and were outnumbered. If we wanted to save you and everyone else, this was the only way."

Xie Yuyan spoke as she walked toward Wang Yan.

From Zheng Long's perspective, Jiang San Niangzi secretly pulled out a sharp weapon from her sleeve. His eyes lit up, and he remained silent. Jiang San Niangzi was clearly planning to get close to Wang Yan, subdue him with the weapon, and then use Wang Yan's life to threaten these people.

Wang Hu, Zheng Long, and the others were also prepared, and they went forward to assist Jiang San Niangzi after she made her move.

Wang Yan looked at Xie Yuyan: "You've worked hard, my wife. How many people are still down the mountain?"

As they were talking, Xie Yuyan walked up to Wang Yan. As if she had tripped, Xie Yuyan stumbled forward and fell, but Wang Yan reached out and caught her steadily.

As the two approached, Wang Yan immediately smelled a strong stench of blood. His face darkened instantly, and his hand touched her waist, feeling a damp, cold sensation in his palm. He was about to bend down to check on Xie Yuyan's condition.

With a flick of her fingertips, the dagger was already pressed against his heart.

"Put down your weapons and step back five steps, or I will take Wang Shitian's life immediately."

A fierce look appeared on Xie Yuyan's face, and his voice was exceptionally cold.

Chen Rong and the others stared blankly at everything, completely stunned. What had happened? Why did Madam Xie suddenly attack Wang Tianshi?