Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 359 The Jingguan Madman is Going Crazy (11,000 words)

Even Ziyu was startled by the sight of a woman falling from the sky.

She was a ninth-rank martial artist with extremely keen senses. Even martial artists of the same level couldn't approach her silently. For a fleeting moment, Ziyu even thought another grandmaster-level expert was coming to cause trouble, and her heart skipped a beat. She involuntarily lamented her bad luck. Then, she instinctively stepped in front of Song Yan to shield him. After all, Luo Tianxuan was extremely doting on her husband. If Luo Tianxuan knew that something had happened to Song Yan while he was with her, the antidote might be lost. That feeling was too unbearable; Ziyu really didn't want to experience it a second time, to the point that she forgot the gap between herself and a grandmaster-level expert.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the woman covered in blood, lying on the ground almost motionless. He hadn't sensed her presence earlier, perhaps because she was seriously injured and her breath was weak, and also because he had been talking to Song Yan, which had made him less vigilant.

As for Song Yan, he frowned. For some reason, although the woman in front of him was covered in blood and his appearance was unrecognizable, her petite figure felt strangely familiar to him. He subconsciously rushed out, and Zi Yu tried to stop him, but it was too late.

When he reached the woman and brushed aside the blood-soaked hair on her face, Song Yan's expression instantly darkened.

This woman was none other than Bu Yu, who had disappeared and hadn't appeared for a long time.

But Bu Yu's condition is very bad right now; it looks like she was slashed on the shoulder, and blood is flowing freely.

My fingers rested on my wrist, and my pulse was erratic.

Perhaps due to the impact of extremely strong internal force, his internal organs were damaged, and blood was constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what Bu Yu has been through these days to suffer such serious injuries, and even the shotgun that I gave to Bu Yu to save his life is nowhere to be found.

Damn!

A captivating light shone from Song Yan's eyes.

Even Ziyu, standing behind, trembled slightly, her face turning pale. She could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from Song Yan. It wasn't a fluctuation of internal energy; it was an aura that only appeared after killing far, far too many people. An ordinary person facing this aura would probably break out in a cold sweat, their heart would race, and they might even faint on the spot.

Even though Ziyu was a ninth-rank martial artist, she still felt a chill run down her spine when this murderous aura rushed towards her. It was as if she were on a bloody battlefield, and all she could see were splattered blood, arms flying into the air, heads that had been severed, and blood spurting from necks...

Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood!
The pungent smell of blood instantly filled my nostrils.

Ziyu even felt her abdomen churning violently, and she had an urge to vomit.

This is why martial artists, despite their superior strength, are unwilling to provoke soldiers unless absolutely necessary... especially those veterans who have survived countless battles. These battle-hardened soldiers, even if they are just ordinary people, even if they lack internal energy and cannot scale walls, possess a ferocious aura emanating from their battles and a fearless madness that is difficult for martial artists to resist.

Although Ziyu had killed many people, none of them were comparable to those who had fought on the battlefield.

Looking at Song Yan again, he seemed to be faintly radiating a blood-like light.

This murderous aura is stronger and denser than anyone Ziyu has ever seen. No wonder he is called the Jingguan Mad Demon. Just how many people did he kill to have such a strong aura?

Ten thousand, twenty thousand? Fifty thousand, or one hundred thousand?

He truly lives up to his reputation as a "Jingguan Maniac".

Normally, Song Yan was extremely kind and even gentle. He was always amiable, even when facing the maids of the Fang family. As a result, Zi Yu almost forgot that this man had countless lives on his hands.

Suppressing her fear, Ziyu walked to Song Yan's side. Seeing Song Yan's grim, iron-like face, her heart skipped a beat: "You know this person?"

"Yes, she's one of my people." Song Yan nodded, squatted down and picked Bu Yu up from the ground. His voice was deep, but Bu Yu could feel a strong killing intent in it.

Oh no, the Jingguan fanatic is going crazy.

What would be the consequences of such a rampaging Jingguan maniac?

Is this guy planning to build a huge mound of skulls in Dongling City?
Thinking this to herself, Ziyu's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly looked up at the front: "Someone is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan also heard faint footsteps. After a few breaths, the footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Not long after, a group of people emerged from the alley ahead.

These people are of varying heights and builds, some tall and some short, some fat and some thin.

But what they all had in common was that almost everyone exuded a fierce and sinister aura.

They made no attempt to conceal their inner energy, clearly indicating they were all martial artists.

The leader was a dwarf.

He was only about 1.3 meters tall, but he was the strongest among the eight people. Ziyu could tell his strength with just one glance: a seventh-grade martial artist.

He was fiddling with a chain knife in his hand.

There seemed to be some bloodstains on the blade.

Although his body was short, his head was enormous, resembling a winter melon, and his face was covered with a thick beard. All these incongruous features combined on the man's face made him look ugly no matter how you looked at him.

He grinned, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and sent a sinister glance across Song Yan and Zi Yu.

The woman covered in blood was their target this time.

As for that man, he was only at the fifth or sixth rank of martial artist level. He had some strength, but he was nothing to them and they could easily deal with him.

The woman beside him, however, was somewhat unfathomable.

The internal energy seemed to exist yet not exist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. First, the woman is very weak and has just begun her cultivation, so her inner energy is almost imperceptible.

Secondly, this woman is extremely powerful, capable of concealing her inner energy. Such a level is at least that of a martial artist. As for ninth-grade martial artists and grandmasters, the dwarf had never thought of them. After all, there are very few martial artists at these two levels. How could he be so unlucky as to encounter one?

If it were the latter, and a real fight broke out, although they would definitely win, they would inevitably suffer losses, which was not in line with the dwarf's expectations. Thinking this, the dwarf spoke up and cupped his hands towards Song Yan and Zi Yu: "Brother, please."

Seeing that Song Yan remained silent and did not even return the gift, the dwarf felt somewhat dissatisfied.

This person is incredibly rude.

He's not even as good as a gangster.

"Ahem, sir, the woman in your arms is the target of our Ghost Cave. Please hand her over to us, and Ghost Cave will be indebted to you."

"Ghost Cave?" Song Yan finally raised an eyebrow.

On the way to Dongling, he had already heard some things from Fang Hai.

Within Dongling City, there are several underground forces, such as the Black Tiger Gang, the Azure Dragon Society, the Ghost Cave, and the White Tower... There are dozens of gangs of all sizes. Among them, the Ghost Cave and the White Tower are probably the two most troublesome, and can be described as committing all kinds of evil, like a malignant tumor parasitizing Dongling City.

Moreover, these underground forces are often backed by high-ranking officials.

Although the Prefect of Dongling Prefecture had tried to eradicate the Ghost Cave, the news always leaked out, allowing the enemy to prepare in advance. Despite the Prefect of Dongling Prefecture mobilizing a large number of constables and police, the results were minimal.

But... Song Yan didn't understand how Bu Yu had gotten involved with the Ghost Cave.

She had never been active in Dongling City before, so how could she have any grudges with the Ghost Cave?
A jumble of thoughts flashed through her mind, but now was not the time to think about such things. Bu Yu's physical condition was extremely poor, and she needed immediate treatment, perhaps even surgery. Her cold gaze swept over the nine people in front of her:

"Purple Jade".

"Keep one alive."

The voice was chilling to the bone.

Even Ziyu's body trembled slightly: "Yes, young master."

To the nine assassins in the opposite Ghost Cave, the voice sounded unbelievable. Was it really just a young master who was a fifth-grade martial artist? And two others who appeared to be martial artists, but were more likely beginners, were actually going to kill all nine of them?
Keep in mind that among the nine of them, even the weakest is a sixth-rank martial artist.

Are these two guys out of their minds?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw a purple figure in the moonlight, moving swiftly across the ground like a ghost, and almost instantly reaching the dwarf.

Even though the dwarf was quite strong, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the woman.

A strong sense of fear surged into his heart, and the dwarf's body trembled violently. The next moment, he heard a shrill scream, which came from one of his brothers beside him.

The woman's slender, fair hands somehow ended up gripping the head of the man beside her.

The sharp nails pierced through the skull in an instant.

Then they saw the woman suddenly lift her hand, and with a snap, her entire head was ripped off her neck.

hiss.

This scene instantly changed the expressions of the dwarf and everyone else.

Such speed, such effortless annihilation of a sixth-rank martial artist... This woman's strength is definitely not that of a martial artist; her strength is even greater than previously estimated.

A ninth-rank martial artist.

In an instant, the remaining eight people completely lost their will to fight.

If they were martial artists, they could fight back by relying on their numerical advantage. But a ninth-rank opponent is an insurmountable mountain. Not to mention just the nine of them, even if there were nine or nineteen more, they would still be no match.

Damn it, I've kicked a hornet's nest.

As if driven by pure instinct, the remaining seven people didn't even exchange a glance. With a bang, they pushed off the ground with their legs and instantly shot off in all directions.

escape.

That was the only thought.

But Ziyu simply covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Amidst the bloodshed, her smile appeared exceptionally alluring and seductive.

With a flick of the finger, a slender string silently extended and wrapped around the dwarf's two knees.

The dwarf was running wildly when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his legs. Qin Si had cut open his pants, and the flesh inside was stuck on his kneecap.

The excruciating pain caused the dwarf to let out a mournful cry.

Another slender finger gently plucked the strings, and with a clear, crisp sound, the dwarf's already short body instantly shrank another foot, as both legs were abruptly severed at the knees.

The cut is extremely clean and smooth as a mirror.

The earth-shattering screams echoed through the sky, terrifying the other fleeing assassins.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Yu lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body floated forward, silently appearing behind someone. The eerie strings once again snaked past, like a deadly venomous snake.

This time, it was wrapped around the neck.

The young master said that only one person should be left alive, so the rest should all die.

Ignoring the bloodshed, Song Yan carried Bu Yu, stepped over the blood, and headed towards the Fang residence.

Behind them came a series of shrill screams.

After about a minute, the screams stopped abruptly.

Ziyu returned gracefully, without a trace of blood on her body. Her fair hands were grasping her dirty hair, beneath which lay one head after another.

All eight heads, not one missing.

Ziyu blinked innocently, then squatted down and fiddled with the bloody head.

The young master is a maniac when it comes to manipulating corpses, and she's just a maidservant who serves him. She can't tarnish that reputation. Heaven knows what it's like to see a stunningly beautiful woman handling a bloody head—pure beauty, eerie sight, and gore. The stark contrast is enough to drive anyone mad with fear.

There are four heads at the bottom, three in the middle, and one at the top.

Just right.

Ziyu straightened up, clapped her hands with a hint of delight, admiring her masterpiece with a deep sense of satisfaction on her face. She then turned around, walked to the dwarf's side, grabbed the dwarf's hair, and lifted him up.

At this moment, the dwarf had already pressed the acupoints on his legs, temporarily stopping the bleeding at the cut. However, the excessive blood loss over a long period of time still made the dwarf pale. Waves of intense pain stimulated the dwarf's nerves. Now that Ziyu had lifted him up, drops of blood slowly fell from the cut ends of his legs.

He didn't know what this woman wanted to do to him, but looking at this unbelievably beautiful woman fiddling with her head, he felt a chill run down his spine. When he saw Ziyu clapping her hands happily at the end, he felt even more that this woman was crazy.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Let me go."

The dwarf roared.

Even though his legs were broken, he still didn't want to die.

"Who are you?"

Do you even know what kind of person you've messed with?

"Ghost Cave, you've offended Ghost Cave. Even if you're a ninth-rank martial artist, Ghost Cave can still take your life."

This is a threat, but it's not an exaggeration.

A ninth-rank martial artist is powerful, but ultimately not a grandmaster and cannot be invincible. There are countless ways to deal with a ninth-rank martial artist in this world: hidden weapons, crossbows, poison. With the methods of Ghost Cave, there is always a way to take her life.

There's a reason why the Ghost Cave has been able to linger in Dongling City for decades.

Ziyu smiled, looked down at the dwarf she was holding, and turned his head toward the small mound of Jing: "After seeing that, don't you know who my young master is?"

The dwarf didn't react for a moment, his face blank. It was just a few piled-up dead heads, what was so interesting about that? Suddenly, as if he'd realized something, his pupils contracted sharply, and he screamed, "It's...it's that Jingguan Madman?"

If we're talking about who has the most resounding name right now, besides Song Yan, the "Crazy Maniac," the "Deadly Scholar," the "Champion Marquis," and the "Number One Talent of Ningguo," there's no one else.

The dwarf felt dizzy, unsure whether it was from blood loss or from being frightened.

Even the desperate criminals of Ghost Cave, who frequently engaged in the murder-for-profit trade, held this Jingguan maniac in utter contempt...

Look at you, a Marquis of Champion, a scholar who can write "Qing Yu An" and "Lin Jiang Xian", the number one talent in Ningguo, why don't you do your job properly? Instead, you spend your days writing poems and lyrics, flirting with young girls in the Qunyu Garden and the Jiaofangsi. Isn't that more enjoyable?

Why do they kill people so easily?

Isn't this stealing their business?

It's simply self-degradation.

This person also has a ninth-rank sister-in-law with whom he has an ambiguous relationship. In short, he will absolutely not accept any missions related to Song Yan within the Ghost Cave.

But who would have thought that the woman who made the move this time would be related to Song Yan?

The dwarf was annoyed, but then he remembered something else, and his face turned deathly pale.

The Ghost Cave has gathered a lot of information about Song Yan's sister-in-law. She is in her early twenties, always dressed in a white dress, with a cold and aloof face, and always carrying a long sword... This image is obviously different from that of the charming and alluring woman.

Could it be that there are not just one ninth-rank martial artist beside Song Yan, but two?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a buzzing sound filled the dwarf's head.

It's over, it's all over now.

Ghost Cave is very powerful; even a ninth-rank martial artist could handle it.

But two...

Just then, Ziyu smiled gently and tapped the dwarf's large head with her slender fingers: "This time, you've messed with the wrong person."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ziyu hummed a soft tune and headed towards the Fang residence. If Song Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that the poem Ziyu was humming was the one he had copied and pasted!
"Last year, when spring came, hatred came..."

"A lone figure stands amidst falling blossoms, while swallows fly in pairs in the light rain..."

"I remember when I first met Xiao Ping, she wore a double-layered robe embroidered with the character 'heart'..."

"The pipa strings express longing..."

Perhaps it was because of the lyrics, but her soft and gentle voice also conveyed a sense of desolation and loneliness.

……

Ziyu's lightness skill was quite good. When she returned to the Fang family, she happened to meet Song Yan at the door. There was no time to explain anything to the doorman. Song Yan quickly returned to his bedroom, and Ziyu stood guard at the door.

She knew that Song Yan was a miracle doctor.

Such a serious injury must be very troublesome to treat, and at the very least, it should not be disturbed.

At this point, he couldn't care less about the difference between men and women, nor about the fact that the bedroom wasn't sterilized. Given the conditions of ancient times, Song Yan couldn't create a sterile operating room, so he could only do his best.

He first fed Bu Yu some glucose. Bu Yu was very weak and had probably not eaten for a long time. The glucose could help her regain some strength. Then he slowly peeled off Bu Yu's clothes with his fingers.

In some places, the blood clots at the wound site had become stuck to the clothes, and peeling them off would inevitably aggravate the wound, causing Bu Yu's face to twitch while she was unconscious.

After finally stripping Bu Yu of all her clothes, Song Yan realized just how serious Bu Yu's injuries were.

On his arm, there was a half-foot-long wound, deep enough to expose the bone.

Between the exposed skin and flesh, some grayish-white rotten flesh could even be seen, clearly indicating that the injury had not been occurring for just a day or two and had not received any effective treatment.

There was also a cut on his shoulder, the wound so deep that the bone was visible. Luckily, it didn't damage the blood vessels in his neck, otherwise even Song Yan would have been helpless.

There was also a penetrating wound on his abdomen, probably from a hidden weapon or something similar. The wound was festering and looked like it had been there for some time. Fortunately, Bu Yu must have used some method to prevent the hidden weapon from completely penetrating the wound; it only pierced through the skin and flesh without damaging the internal organs.

There were bruises on his chest and head from being hit hard with sticks.

In addition, there were more than a dozen smaller wounds, none of which received effective treatment.

Bu Yu clearly had symptoms of ulceration. If she hadn't been a seventh-rank martial artist with a body much stronger than the average person, she would probably have died long ago.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan reached out into the air, and a scalpel and a bottle of medical alcohol appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Sword and knife wounds must be thoroughly cleaned.

Especially in cases of large wounds, wound cleaning is even more important than oral anti-inflammatory drugs.

Unfortunately, there was no anesthetic.

Song Yan pursed her lips, unscrewed the cap of the medical alcohol, glanced at Bu Yu, took a deep breath, and slowly tilted the alcohol bottle, letting the clear liquid fall onto the wound.

"Oh...ah..."

Even while unconscious, Bu Yu still let out a scream; the pain was simply unbearable.

She even reopened her eyes, and through the hazy light, she saw that familiar figure. Her lips moved, but she was too weak to make a sound.

"If you want to live, just bear with it. I won't let you die," Song Yan said with a grin.

Feeling dizzy and still in pain, Bu Yu inexplicably felt a sense of peace. She slowly closed her eyes and fainted once again.

Nearly an hour passed before Song Yan finally cleaned all of Bu Yu's wounds with alcohol.

Then, holding the scalpel, he looked at his abdomen and arms, where there was already pus, ulceration, and necrotic tissue. The necrotic tissue also had to be cleaned away.

……

Outside the bedroom door.

Upon receiving the news, Fang De and Fang Hai were already waiting at the door.

They had just received news from the servants that Song Yan had carried a woman covered in blood back to her room. No one knew what had happened, so they rushed over to find out. However, Ziyu stopped them, knowing that Song Yan was inside treating her, and didn't want to disturb him.

However, the occasional screams from the woman inside the bedroom made the two men frown.

The wait was quite long, until dawn was breaking, when Song Yan finally pushed open the door and came out.

Upon seeing Song Yan, Zi Yu, Luo Tianyi who returned later, Nahe Tuoya who was awakened by the screams, Fang De, Fang Hai, and Fang Shan, Fang Jiang, and Fang He who arrived later, they were all greatly shocked. They saw that Song Yan was completely soaked in sweat and his face was deathly pale.

His eyes revealed a deep weariness.

His body was swaying, as if he might faint at any moment.

Luo Tianyi and Ziyu quickly stepped forward and supported Song Yan's shoulders so that he did not fall.

Song Yan slowly exhaled, cleaned all the wounds, removed the rotten flesh, disinfected, and occasionally fed Bu Yu a sip of glucose to maintain Bu Yu's strength. Then she stitched them up one by one and gave Bu Yu a tetanus shot... She didn't know how much time had passed since the initial wound, or whether the tetanus shot was still effective.

Finally, they managed to feed Bu Yu some cephalexin.

After doing all this, the wound was bandaged.

Even though Song Yan had good stamina, he felt exhausted.

Taking a deep breath, I felt my dizzy head regain some clarity.

"Nephew, what exactly happened?" Fang Hai, who had the best relationship with Song Yan, hurriedly asked.

Song Yan grinned: "A friend of mine was seriously injured."

"Fortunately, his life has been saved, but he is too weak and is still unconscious. He needs to rest for a while."

After speaking, Song Yan turned her gaze to Fangshan.

"Uncle Fang, here's a share of the credit, would you like it?"

His voice was low and weak, yet it exuded a strong killing intent.

Fang Shan hadn't expected the matter to suddenly involve him, and was momentarily curious: "Honors?"

"What credit?"

Song Yan smiled sinisterly:

"The heads of everyone in the Ghost Cave."

(End of this chapter)