Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 127 The Widow Killer (3)

In front of the Luo Mansion.

The refugees gathered together.

At first glance, it was a dark, dense mass.

The number is probably three or four hundred, and the number of disaster victims is still increasing.

When they saw a large group of guards carrying firewood, iron pots, racks, and bags of millet out of the mansion, the crowd immediately burst into rustling noise. Although it would still take some time before the porridge was cooked, they could almost smell the aroma of the rice soup, and their throats began to move unconsciously, their stomachs seeming to grow even hungrier.

Disaster relief in this world is relatively simple. A bowl of slightly thick porridge, or a spoonful of thin porridge with a wild vegetable bun, is barely enough to keep someone alive. There's no room for pickiness. Don't want to eat? Then don't eat. Here, countless disaster victims die every day; no one will indulge you.

As the hair fell down, the sound of wolfing down food filled the air, followed by profuse thanks to the princess, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.

The people behind them pushed and shoved forward, turning what was once a relatively quiet crowd into chaos.

With her pearly white teeth gently biting her lower lip, Luo Yuheng's expression appeared very suppressed.

The Luo family still has food.

She can help these disaster victims eat better.

They could eat white flour buns and drink a large bowl of steaming hot salt porridge, and their thin, bony bodies would no longer be so cold...

But she knew she couldn't do that.

Just as the son-in-law said, the most important thing now is to keep people alive. As long as there is a bowl of porridge and a cornbread, these disaster victims can be kept alive.

It's possible to feed these people, but how many days can the Luo family's food supply last?

Who can guarantee that there won't be more disaster victims?
Who can guarantee that there won't be more torrential rains?
It's unclear how long it will take for the imperial relief grain to reach Songzhou, so we must leave some grain behind before then.

Lost in thought, Luo Yuheng and the busy crowd failed to notice that several pairs of eyes were watching the figure in front of the Luo residence with a strange gaze. Their eyes held madness, greed, disdain, and mockery: "These wealthy people really like doing this kind of thing. They can gain a good reputation by giving up a little bit of money and grain. The title of a great philanthropist is really cheap..."

"But Luo Yuheng is really beautiful. I'm increasingly tempted to slash her face to pieces." Ghost Face Mad Blade's voice was still sinister.

His face was covered in dirty mud, which concealed the scars on his face. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, it didn't look so scary at first glance.

The others couldn't understand their leader's morbid fetish. "You slept with a perfectly good woman, and then you ruined her face?" Although they weren't exactly saints themselves, they still felt their leader was incredibly perverted.

"That Luo Yuheng is a fool."

"Although the Luo family has many guards, quite a few have been sent away this time." The Deadly Scholar said with a smile. Song Yan, Luo Tianquan, and Luo Tianyang each took a portion of the guards, leaving less than a third of them.

That's not all; the remaining guards were either distributing steamed buns, cooking porridge, or maintaining order.

Only four maids remained by Luo Yuheng's side. The youngest maid, in particular, was so frightened that her face turned deathly pale; she clearly had never seen anything like the world.

Let's kill them later while we're at it; people like that are a waste of food to have in this world.

The only problem is that Luo Yuheng has been standing at the entrance of the Luo residence the whole time, without taking a single step out. Coupled with the dense crowd of refugees blocking the way, getting close to Luo Yuheng is quite difficult. If an attack is launched from too far away, it might give the guards a chance to react.

"Third Sister, go and deal with Luo Tianshu." After a brief moment of thought, Ghost Face Mad Blade said in a deep voice.

The others were slightly taken aback, as this was different from the plan they had discussed earlier.

Their plan was to seize the opportunity to strike and kill Luo Yuheng, then escape; the others were not on the list.

"Don't forget, Luo Tianshu, Luo Tianquan, Luo Tianyang, and Song Yan, each of them also earns 30,000 taels. Why not make this money?" The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the expression on Ghost Face Mad Blade's face became even more greedy.

"And those three young ladies, think about it, together that's 210,000 taels."

Luo Tianxuan is not under consideration.

After all, although Song Yan's reputation as a little miracle doctor had spread, it was still too incredible in the eyes of some people, and they did not believe it.

So-called martial artists are not detached from worldly desires, even those who practice Taoist martial arts... Rather, once they embark on the path of martial arts, they crave money far more than others.

There was no other way; the body tempering process consumed too much energy.

Two hundred and one hundred thousand taels, plus the previous eighteen thousand taels, means that when divided equally, each person will receive more than sixty thousand taels of silver. In any country, this is a considerable fortune, and with this money, one's cultivation level might have a chance to advance further.

Now, the entire Luo family is scattered.

This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It felt as if the Luo family had been cooperating with their actions all along, making things go so smoothly that even they couldn't believe it.

Of course, the Luo family wouldn't be so foolish as to knowingly cooperate with an assassination attempt, so it's probably just a pure coincidence. They really had good luck today.

They exchanged glances, and each could see the greed in the other's eyes; the answer was self-evident.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Ghost Face Mad Blade's eyes became even more excited: "Fourth brother, fifth brother, you two go and deal with Luo Tianquan."

"Second brother, you go deal with that idiot Luo Tianyang." "As for sixth sister..." Ghost Face Mad Blade's gaze fell on the widow: "You go and take care of Song Yan."

As Ghostface Mad Blade arranged, figures gradually disappeared into the crowd, including Widow Assassin. She glanced coldly at Song Yan's back before silently following behind.

She had met Song Yan yesterday, but he was just a second-rank martial artist.

That meager strength was nothing compared to hers, like an ant. The only troublesome thing was the woman beside Song Yan... Luo Tianyi.

He should be able to reach the sixth rank, which is quite good for his age, but he would definitely not be a match for her who is already at the seventh rank.

Thinking this, the Widow Killer quickened her pace slightly.

The two people in front were still whispering to each other.

Who should she target first? A slight hesitation crossed the widow assassin's mind, but it quickly dissipated. Killing Song Yan first would be a sure thing, but it might alert Luo Tianyi. Even if Luo Tianyi wasn't as strong as her, simply keeping her occupied would still cause some trouble.

Therefore, Luo Tianyi must be killed first.

A seventh-rank martial artist attacked and killed a sixth-rank martial artist, and it was a sneak attack.

This is sure.

Her gaze gradually turned cold and indifferent, and the corners of her delicate lips curled into a beautiful arc.

Unbeknownst to her, the distance between her and Song Yan and Luo Tianyi had dwindled to less than thirty paces. At that moment, the Widow Assassin's arms fell naturally to her sides, and two sharp, spike-like daggers slid from her sleeves, landing steadily in her palms.

The dagger spun nimbly in his palm.

The morning sun reflected an orange-red light.

The next instant, the Widow Killer lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body instantly rushed forward like a ghost, covering the distance of more than thirty steps in the blink of an eye.

Wearing a plain white mourning dress, he looked like a wandering ghost in the underworld.

It can steal your soul and take your life.

laugh.

The dagger drew a bright arc in mid-air, aiming straight for Luo Tianyi's back.

Got it.

In that instant, the thought involuntarily surfaced in the Widow Killer's mind.

A slightly cruel smile even appeared on her face.

But soon, the smile on the Widow Killer's face froze.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Luo Tianyi's back, it could no longer go any further. Luo Tianyi's back had somehow transformed into a stunningly beautiful face.

When did this woman turn around?

She didn't feel anything at all.

Even more terrifying were those two fingers.

Despite using all her strength and holding nothing back in her attack, it was actually caught between two slender, pale fingers... You read that right, caught.

How can this be?

In that instant, the Widow Killer couldn't help but want to scream, followed by an indescribable fear.

This woman... is suspicious.

Damn it, this strength is at least at the eighth rank.

What's so special about this? You think it's fun to play dumb and outsmart others?
In her terror, the Widow Assassin suddenly raised her other arm, swept it horizontally, and thrust the dagger directly at Luo Tianyi's temple from the side.

The distance was extremely close, and the dagger was moving with lightning speed. If Luo Tianyi did not dodge or avoid it, she would surely die. If she wanted to dodge, she would have a chance to escape.

That's right, escape.

At this point, the Widow Assassin had lost the courage to continue her assassination. Her opponent was far stronger than her, and staying there would be no different from waiting to die.

However, the Widow Killer seemed to have forgotten that right next to Luo Tianyi was Song Yan.

Suddenly, a strange object appeared in Song Yan's hand. It was a transparent, hollow object with an extremely sharp end, and contained some completely transparent liquid.

This thing has a very scientific name: syringe!

(End of this chapter)