Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 130 The Seventh Assassin (3)

Ghostface Mad Blade was an extremely patient man. Like a cold, venomous snake, he lay in wait, queuing quietly with the other disaster victims. Even though the queue was long, he didn't cause any chaos.

When they finally stood before Luo Yuheng, the mission was already 90% complete.

As for the final step, it was to use the knife in his hand to split open Luo Yuheng's head.

The sharp, piercing sound of the blade cutting through the air was like a terrifying shriek. This strike contained all of his power, without holding back a single drop. Ghost Face Mad Blade enjoyed slashing women's faces, finding great excitement in the sound of the blade tearing skin and the women's screams. But he knew this was not the time to indulge in such pleasure.

This was an assassination attempt on the princess; the only thing he could do was kill her with one blow and then escape.

And he believed that no one could stop this strike!

At this moment, Luo Yuheng had no guards by his side. Who else could he rely on? Could he rely on that trembling maid who could only hide in the back?

ha?
Do not make jokes.

He even felt that this strike could cleave Luo Yuheng and the maid behind him in two. At this point, even the usually composed Ghost Face Mad Blade couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile on his face.

then……

Right in front of Ghost Face Mad Blade, a small, white hand suddenly reached out to meet the curved blade falling from the sky.

The man's heart skipped a beat, and a thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind: Is she crazy?
However, the knife had already been slashed out.

Can not change.

Time seemed to freeze, and everything before his eyes turned into eerie slow motion. Ghost Face Mad Blade watched helplessly as the distance between the slender white fingers and the sharp blade grew closer and closer, and then... he grabbed it.

The imagined scene of the hand being split open did not occur.

The thick-backed, jet-black machete remained suspended in mid-air.

call!
The knife was blocked, but the powerful internal force brought a sharp gust of wind that struck Luo Yuheng's face head-on. He staggered backward, his vision went black, and he fainted. A few strands of his broken hair slowly drifted down.

The powerful gust of wind accompanying an attack from an eighth-rank martial artist is something that ordinary people cannot withstand.

In that instant, Ghost Face Mad Blade's eyes widened like copper bells, and an indescribable fear made his whole body tremble uncontrollably. This...this is impossible, absolutely impossible.

His all-out strike could easily cleave through even stone tablets and iron armor, so how could it be blocked by a few fingers?
However, no one could answer his questions.

The next instant, a powerful surge of internal energy, like a raging tsunami, flowed directly into his body through the blade.

Ghost Face Mad Blade felt an immense force surge through him, sending his entire body flying backward, spitting blood in mid-air. Before he could even land, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, as if teleporting, a small, slender white hand gently rising and pressing against Ghost Face Mad Blade's back from below.

boom!
puff.

Blood spurted out wildly.

He finally recognized the person who made the move; it was the maid who had been hiding behind Luo Yuheng.

With a gritted teeth, he realized that this woman's strength was simply too terrifying. He was already an eighth-rank martial artist, but he didn't even have the slightest strength to resist her. He was seriously injured after only a brief exchange.

Could he be a ninth-rank martial artist?
Damn it, if he had known earlier that the Luo family had a ninth-rank martial artist, he would never have taken on this job, not even for 800,000 taels of silver, let alone 180,000.

With a determined effort, and taking advantage of the impact of the maid's internal energy, Ghost Face Mad Blade flew out horizontally. In mid-air, he forcibly twisted his body, and before he could adjust his posture, he suddenly exerted force with his heels, and with a bang, his body flew diagonally into the distance.

In just a few breaths, the person had already darted a hundred paces away. Along the way, several disaster victims were directly knocked away, their chests caved in, blood gushing from their mouths, clearly not going to survive.

The maid's face also darkened. She snorted and chased after him, faster than Ghost Face Mad Blade. In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

All of this happened so suddenly that the surrounding disaster victims were stunned for a moment, and then screamed in terror.

Warm blood, a dark red cleaver... Has Her Highness the Princess been assassinated?

Oh my God.

In the face of such a natural disaster, it was only a rare opportunity that a princess was willing to step forward and distribute food so that everyone would have a chance to survive. Now, someone actually wants to kill the princess?

who is it?

who is it?

who is it?

After the initial shock came overwhelming anger.

That damned bastard wants to murder not only Her Highness the Princess, but also all of them, the disaster victims.

Then, some insiders said that the Yang family had colluded with Japanese pirates in an attempt to murder the princess.

As a result, in a short period of time, the news that the Yang family had once again murdered the eldest princess spread rapidly through the mouths of the disaster victims, and the entire Ningping County was filled with voices cursing the Yang family.

The forms of insults are incredibly diverse.

In short, it's basically centered around the family tree, with eighteen generations as the radius, indiscriminately sweeping across the entire text, and the mother figure is extremely prominent throughout.

As for whether it was actually the Yang family who did it, no one cares anymore. In any case, it's definitely safe to pin the blame on them, given their past record.

The three maids, Tao Yun, Zhang Yan, and Li Qingyue, were also startled by this scene, and all three of their faces turned pale. Tao Yun, being the older one, shuddered and quickly came to her senses, immediately standing in front of Luo Yuheng: "Zhang Yan, Qingyue, protect our mistress, let's go back to the mansion first."

Although the assassin has escaped, who can guarantee that there are no assassins among the other disaster victims?
Zhang Yan and Li Qingyue quickly helped Luo Yuheng up, one on each side. The guards immediately stopped what they were doing and formed a circle around him, drawing their weapons. The gleaming steel blades were clearly intimidating, and the previously chaotic refugees gradually calmed down. Even though the distribution of porridge was temporarily interrupted as Luo Yuheng and the others returned to their residence, there were no complaints.

Surrounded by the crowd, Luo Yuheng gradually disappeared.

Squeak.

The door was closed tightly.

Even after entering the Luo residence, everyone remained tense, as no one could be certain whether assassins had infiltrated the Luo family. Tao Yun, Li Qingyue, and Zhang Yan all warily scanned their surroundings, protecting Luo Yuheng as they retreated until they reached Luo Yuheng's boudoir.

Seeing Luo Yuheng lying quietly on the bed, her face pale, Tao Yun frowned and said, "I'll go find the imperial physician." Taking a deep breath, Tao Yun said again, "Qingyue, Zhang Yan, you two keep a close watch on our master."

After Tao Yun left, only Li Qingyue and Zhang Yan remained in the room, and it suddenly became much quieter.

With dozens of guards standing watch outside, Luo Yuheng's boudoir was much safer, and the two of them almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, as the danger was at least temporarily averted.

"By the way, Zhang Yan, go arrange for a few guards to inform the young masters and sons-in-law. At this time, someone in the Luo family needs to take charge." Just then, Li Qingyue seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly said.

(End of this chapter)