Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 128 Brother-in-law and Widow (Thanks to Yong Su for being the Alliance Leader, I have an Alliance Leader now)

Clang!
A string of sparks exploded in mid-air.

Just as the widow's left-hand dagger was about to pierce Luo Tianyi's temple, her right hand involuntarily rose up, and the two identical daggers collided by a hair's breadth, the ear-piercing metallic friction accompanied by dazzling sparks exploding in mid-air.

The widow's eyes were bloodshot with rage. At this moment, her two hands were frozen in mid-air in a strange posture, the tip of her right dagger still held those two slender, pale fingers. It was these two fingers that held the widow assassin in place, giving her a fleeting illusion that she had become a puppet on strings.

Fear filled her chest as she stared at the girl before her; the widow assassin's pupils trembled violently as if in an earthquake.

What is Luo Tianyi's cultivation level? How can he be so powerful?

Especially when she saw the cold smile on Luo Tianyi's lips, the Widow Killer's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition quickly spread through her chest.

It seems that the six villains have... fallen into a trap.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a slight stinging pain came from my shoulder.

A quick glance out of the corner of her eye revealed that she had been so focused on dealing with Luo Tianyi that she had forgotten about her other target. Song Yan had appeared beside her at some point, holding a strange, transparent, rod-like object. The extremely thin end of the rod was already embedded in her body, and with Song Yan's force, the liquid inside the strange rod was injected into the widow's body.

After the injection was finished, Song Yan smiled at her and quickly stepped back to create distance and avoid a counterattack from the widow.

Her heart sank lower and lower. Although she didn't know exactly what was being injected into her body, she was certain it was something bad.

She tried to attack Song Yan, hoping that if she could control him, she might be able to obtain the antidote.

But, she couldn't do it.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from Luo Tianyi's two fingers. Even if she wanted to loosen her grip on the dagger, she couldn't, as if some invisible force was binding her, the dagger, and Luo Tianyi together.

The widow is very powerful.

A seventh-rank martial artist is definitely a master in the Central Plains. His strength is greater than that of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. He may lack strength, but his speed is as fast as the wind.

Among the martial artists Song Yan knew, apart from Yu Shuang, Luo Tianyi, and his wife Luo Tianxuan, there seemed to be no one who could surpass the Widow Assassin... Even the top bodyguard of Yang Miaoqing, whom he had encountered at the Duke's mansion and who could send Zhang Long and Zhao Hu flying with two punches, was probably somewhat inferior to this Widow Assassin in terms of combat power.

Those two daggers were as fast as lightning; wherever they slashed, the air was clearly cut into two layers.

His manners were a little lacking. Although he could barely detect any footsteps or even a heartbeat while keeping watch, his mourning clothes were really too conspicuous.

Song Yan didn't understand why this woman was so insistent on wearing all white.

Of course, regardless of the circumstances, the difference in their cultivation levels is undeniable—five major realms. If she had attacked Song Yan, he would most likely have been unable to withstand it.

Unfortunately, she had her eye on Luo Tianyi.

The widow's understanding was partly correct and partly wrong.

The correct statement is that Luo Tianyi was indeed playing dumb to outsmart others.

The mistake is that Luo Tianyi's cultivation level is not the eighth rank, but... the ninth rank.

In martial arts, realm doesn't determine everything. For example, powerful weapons and more sophisticated techniques can allow a lower-realm martial artist to turn the tide... Of course, there are limitations. For instance, a martial artist newly entering the seventh rank might be able to defeat a late-stage seventh rank martial artist. However, if the difference is a major realm, the difficulty of turning the tide becomes exceptionally high. If the difference is two major realms, there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback.

The gap between her and Luo Tianyi is too great.

She was no match for Luo Tianyi, and similarly... she couldn't withstand the medicine Song Yan injected into her body.

Whether it was Luo Tianyi's sudden act of kindness or some other reason, the widow suddenly felt the sticky power on the dagger disappear. Her face lit up with joy, and she quickly released the dagger. Although she still wanted to attack Song Yan, for some reason, the gentle smile on Song Yan's face terrified her. The black, thick, long stick-like object she held in her hand made her even more horrified.

Damn.

This man is really too strange.

Originally, I underestimated Song Yan because of his second-grade martial arts level, but now, for some reason, the danger he brings me is even greater than that of Luo Tianyi.

She had a premonition that if she really attacked Song Yan, she would probably die a terrible death.

After muttering a curse under her breath, the widow abandoned the plan, quickly stepped back to widen the distance between herself and Song Yan, and between herself and Luo Tianyi.

In short, let's leave here first and reunite with the other brothers, then find out exactly what that bastard Song Yan injected into my body.

Thinking this, the widow quickened her pace, her figure like the wind, with fierce whistling in her ears. As she ran, she secretly looked back, and out of the corner of her eye, she clearly saw that Song Yan and Luo Tianyi were still quietly standing in place.

Although it's unclear why the two didn't pursue us, it's still a good thing, at least we're alive for now.

With a slight push of her toes on the ground, her slender and petite body soared into the air in the next instant. Her plain white mourning clothes fluttered in the biting wind, and you could even see a pair of slender, delicate white legs beneath the hem of her skirt.

Her body was already halfway in the air, seemingly trying to escape through the roof, when at that moment:
hum!
The widow felt as if something had exploded in her mind, her consciousness inexplicably becoming disordered. Her body swayed unsteadily, as if she had been soaking in a pool of wine for many days. Waves of dizziness rushed to her head, followed by numbness and weakness in both legs, as if they could no longer support her body. In particular, her right arm had completely lost sensation; she could no longer even feel its existence.

The next moment, the feeling of being top-heavy and lightheaded became even stronger, and the world spun around.

*Thud.* The widow's body plummeted from mid-air, crashing to the ground and slowly writhing.

Plop, plop, plop.

My consciousness was already hazy, but for some reason the footsteps seemed exceptionally clear. In my daze, the man's face appeared in front of me again, and the smile on his face looked even more hateful.

Damn it, what kind of poison did he give himself?

Why is my whole body paralyzed, unable to move, and even my consciousness is blurred?
Could it be the legendary sleeping potion, Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder?
Of course not, it's just an anesthetic, enough to knock out a tiger.

"Trying to run? You can't escape."

Song Yan squatted down, completely ignoring the pair of bloodshot, resentful eyes: "Can you tell me who sent you to kill me?"

"If you can cooperate, I think I'll be very happy."

"By the way, I still don't know your name."

A gentle smile remained on his lips throughout, which, combined with his handsome face, was quite deceptive.

The widow bit her lip tightly, remaining silent as she struggled to resist the growing urge to faint.

Song Yan didn't mind. He shrugged, opened his palm, and a handful of white pills appeared inside, about a dozen or so.

The action was somewhat rough; they pried open the widow's mouth and stuffed everything inside.

Although the widow wanted to resist, the only part of her body she could still move was her eyes. She could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded. That despicable bastard Song Yan even grabbed her chin and moved it up and down a few times to make it easier for her to swallow the pills.

Not long after swallowing the pill, a strong drowsiness swept over her, and the widow felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier until she fell into a deep sleep.

Diazepam.

Sleeping pills.

This effect is far superior to any cheap sleeping potion or similar product.

"Tianyi." Seeing that the widow had fallen asleep, Song Yan looked up at Luo Tianyi and said, "The danger on my side has been eliminated, but the enemy's target is definitely not just me. Tian Shu, Tian Quan, and Tian Yang will probably also be attacked. You should go over there first."

Luo Tianyi glanced at Song Yan, then at the young widow beside Song Yan, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, before shaking her head.
"Need not."

"My mission is to protect...my brother-in-law."

"Other matters will be handled by others."

She wouldn't go. It's dangerous to leave her brother-in-law alone with a woman, especially a young widow. Apparently, many men have a thing for that.

……

Wenlin Long Street.

This is considered the main street of Ningping County.

The sun gradually became scorching, but due to the previous heavy rain, the air humidity was very high, so even if you did nothing, you would feel wet all over, as if you had just gone through a hard day's work.

Luo Tianchu is now the magistrate of Ningping County, and he has a lot to do.

Due to the influx of large numbers of refugees, conflicts often occur between disaster victims and indigenous people.

Normally, such matters could be handled by assigning some constables, but the conflict was too urgent and intense, so Luo Tianshu had to personally step in to appease it.

Fortunately, the Luo family had previously led their guards in resisting the Japanese pirates, which saved the lives of everyone in Ningping County. As a result, the Luo family now enjoys considerable prestige in Ningping County and is generally respected. With the appearance of Luo Tianshu, the conflict is gradually being quelled, and at least for the time being, the disaster victims and the original inhabitants can live in peace.

After finally calming down some people, Luo Tianchu glanced at the blazing sun overhead and sighed softly. Even he felt somewhat exhausted.

He is actually not suited to be a county magistrate.

He felt that if possible, he should go to a place like the Imperial City Guard.

Assassinations, intelligence gathering, and uncovering secrets—that's what he likes to do most.

Who would have thought that the gentle and refined young nobleman in the eyes of outsiders would have such unusual hobbies?

Just then, a commotion ahead startled Luo Tianchu awake. Looking up, he saw a middle-aged woman who looked like a refugee arguing fiercely with the owner of a steamed bun shop.

It was probably another conflict that started because someone wanted to ask for some food.

(End of this chapter)