Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 426 Bomb Disposal Surgery (5,000 words)
A night breeze swept across Pingyang, a crescent moon hung obliquely from the eaves, its clear light flowing through the ancient street, filtering dappled light through the tender leaves. The black-armored warriors stood as always, like metal sculptures on the street, their crossbows already raised, sharp arrows aimed at every bedroom of the Wind Comes Inn.

Under the moonlight, the arrowhead emitted a chilling glint.

By day, the black-armored warriors are guardians of peace in Pingyang; by night, they are butchers who reap lives.

Look at those densely packed arrows. Without a doubt, even a martial artist at the seventh or eighth rank who rushed out of the Fenglai Inn would be instantly riddled with arrows. At this moment, even an innocent person with no connection to the inn who recklessly rushed out would probably only have themselves to blame for their bad luck.

The area around Fenglai Inn, along with the crisscrossing streets, had at least several thousand people, yet under the stars and moon, all was silent except for a series of shrill and noisy screams, like the wails of vengeful ghosts, that echoed from a room in Fenglai Inn, crashing against everyone's eardrums like waves.

The bedroom was filled with the stench of blood.

The wrists that fell to the ground, some completely motionless, others with fingers still twitching nervously, together with the sharp sound, created a chilling and eerie scene.

These guards were all martial artists.

They used their internal energy to seal the acupoints, but the effect of sealing the acupoints was not very good due to the severed arm. Although the blood no longer gushed out as it did at the beginning, drops of scarlet blood continued to fall, making a crisp sound and rippling in the pool of blood.

His gaze swept over the blood-soaked female corpse on the bed once more. Looking at the body, which had been tortured beyond recognition, and the traces of abuse left behind, Song Yan's eyes grew colder. As his gaze swept over the middle-aged man, he instantly felt his scalp tingle, shuddered, and his hair stood on end. He instinctively took a step back.

He couldn't describe that look in his eyes; it was like the most ferocious beast in the forest.

Fortunately, Song Yan's target was not him for the time being; his gaze passed over the middle-aged man and landed on the young man once again.

That kick must have been really hard. The young man felt like his internal organs were about to rupture, his intestines were all tangled up and writhing in pain, and bright red blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up from the ground, but it was just too painful. His limbs were spasming, and he couldn't even do something as simple as just getting up from the ground.

Song Yan walked towards the young man step by step. The crisp sound of her footsteps was like a bewitching demonic sound. Each time her foot landed, it felt like she was trampling on the young man's heart, making him tremble all over.

The young man's identity must be extremely special. As Song Yan approached, one of the guards' pupils contracted, and he suddenly picked up a curved knife from the ground, howling:

“Aa ...

Like a mad dog, it pounced on Song Yan.

That appearance even reminded Song Yan of the crazy little life in the movie.

These guards were all quite strong, probably all sixth-grade martial artists, the same level as Song Yan, and considered experts... But even when they were normal, Song Yan might not take them seriously. At the same level, Song Yan was not afraid of anyone, let alone in this situation. His expression remained unchanged, and he slightly turned half a step to the side. Then, using his left foot as support, he spun around and swept his right leg across.

boom.

The knee struck the guard's side hard.

The surging internal energy instantly seeped through his skin, and the guard's eyes widened suddenly, almost popping out of their sockets. A dull, indescribable pain shot through his waist, making him have no doubt that one of his kidneys had been shattered.

With a dull thud, the guard was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

*Plop*

His body slammed into the window, and the poor wooden window shattered instantly.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the curled-up body rushed out of the bedroom. Before it could even enjoy the thrill of freefall, a hissing sound came from below as hundreds of crossbow bolts rained down on the guard, surrounding him like a storm.

puff.

puff.

puff.

The muffled sounds formed a continuous line.

A few breaths later, with a thud, the guard's body crashed heavily to the ground.

Like a dead dog, he fell to the ground and didn't move at all. Looking up, there were countless crossbow bolts from head to toe, leaving almost no gaps on his body. Even the quills of a hedgehog might not be so dense.

I don't know if this counts as being pierced by a thousand arrows, but in any case, it was a very tragic death.

Song Yan simply pursed her lips and continued walking towards the young man.

The little prince panicked, struggling even more fiercely. He pressed his left hand to the ground, barely managing to prop himself up. Seeing Song Yan approaching, he didn't know what Song Yan intended to do, but those eyes sent chills down his spine: "You...you can't kill me! If you kill me, you can't bear the consequences! I am..."

"Shh." Just then, Song Yan put a finger to her lips, interrupting the little prince. "You know, I've never cared who you are."

crunch.

The little prince's voice got stuck in his throat and he could no longer utter it.

He thought he knew Song Yan quite well, but only at this moment did he suddenly realize that he knew nothing about Song Yan.

His last line of defense was his identity, but he never expected that Song Yan would have no interest in it whatsoever… Was this guy crazy? Didn’t he know what the situation was like in Ning Kingdom? Had he never considered the consequences of rashly offending unnecessary enemies?

Song Yan smiled and said, "To me, it makes no difference whether you are a rogue or a nobleman. All I know is that you have harmed the people I protect on my turf."

"This is enough."

Don't try to pull any big picture on me.

All Song Yan knew was that his people had been bullied, tortured, and killed by a damned barbarian on his territory. If he couldn't get revenge, he feared he would never find peace of mind for the rest of his life.

"People have to pay the price for their actions. You should understand this simple truth, right?"

As she spoke, Song Yan smiled.

The next second, Song Yan, who had been smiling, suddenly raised her right leg and kicked the little prince's left elbow, which was supporting his body.

boom.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally jarring at that moment.

The original > instantly turned into <.

The bone in his elbow shattered instantly, and the bone fragments mercilessly tore through the young man's skin, exposing the red and white fascia to the air.

Thick, scarlet blood gushed out.

pain!
It hurts.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The young man screamed in agony, his voice so piercing it sent chills down one's spine.

His body, which had just managed to prop itself up a little, crashed to the ground with a thud, unfortunately landing squarely on his shattered elbow, immediately triggering another bloodcurdling scream. The little prince's entire body trembled uncontrollably, the pain ten or a hundred times worse than before, causing his whole body to spasm involuntarily. Only his eyes remained fixed on Song Yan, filled with unyielding resentment.

He knew he was useless.

Even if he survives, he will be nothing but a cripple from then on.

He's a little prince, with such a noble status, how could he be reduced to a useless person?
They are all in Song Dynasty style.

It's all because of that damn bastard.

"I am going to kill you."

"Kill you."

"Kill you."

The little prince roared wildly, looking like a mad dog, as if he wanted to pounce on Song Yan and tear a piece of flesh off him.

Song Yan ignored those gazes, turning around to look at the female corpse on the bed again, his brows furrowed with pity and self-reproach. Although he knew that death was common in this era, that human life was cheap and worthless, he was still aware of the dangers of such a life.

However, the fact that the people under his rule suffered such harm ultimately shows that he, as the governor, had not done a good enough job.

His chest felt like it was holding back a raging fire, desperately seeking an outlet.

“That thing of yours is mostly useless except for hurting women. Since you can’t control it, there’s no point in keeping it.” Song Yan took a deep breath: “This is also a way of helping you.”

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, his tone was not loud, and there was no inflection or cadence, as if he were just telling a very ordinary little story.

There was even a hint of sincerity in it...

After all, if it weren't for his inability to control this thing, this young man would probably still be living a carefree life in Pingyang City with his imperfect disguise, and wouldn't have ended up in this state.

Since that's the case, let's help him get rid of this trouble at its root. After all, he's kind-hearted.
The young man didn't immediately understand what Song Yan was going to do, but his instincts told him that it was definitely not a good thing, perhaps even worse than death. He desperately writhed, kicking his legs hard against the ground, as if trying to create some distance between himself and Song Yan, as if that would make him safe. He didn't want to beg for mercy in front of Song Yan and still wanted to maintain his last shred of manly dignity: "Kill me, go ahead and kill me if you dare."

The remaining five guards, enduring the sharp pain in their arms, tried to move closer to Song Yan, but a snow-white figure blocked their way.

Although the figure was slender, as if a gust of wind could play it, at this moment it was like a towering mountain, insurmountable to them.

That profound sense of powerlessness was almost despair.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man instinctively opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately shut it tightly, remaining silent. He no longer had time to care about the Little Prince; he knew very well that after Song Yan dealt with the Little Prince, he would be next. He racked his brains, desperately trying to find a way to survive.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Killing you? That would be too easy on you."

"But don't worry, it won't hurt too much. I'll let you in on a secret: I have a brother who had something like that done... um, bomb removal surgery. It didn't hurt at all, and he was back to his old self in just a few days."

"Of course, my foot might be a little heavy, just bear with it for a moment."

Bomb disposal surgery?

For some reason, the little prince suddenly felt curious: What is this?
Soon, he knew.

The next second, Song Yan raised his right foot, found the spot between the little prince's legs, and then... whoosh, stomped down heavily.

That kick must have been delivered with full force.

boom.

Bah.

It sounded like something breaking.

hiss!
In an instant, almost everyone in the bedroom gasped, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their faces turned pale.

What a ruthless person.

It shattered this time, didn't it?

It's definitely broken.

As a man, I know how fragile a man's private parts are. Even a slight touch can cause him to wince in pain. How would it feel to be chopped up like this?
Even just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.

"..."

The young man's body jerked violently, and then his head and feet rose almost simultaneously. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to swallow an egg whole, yet he couldn't make a sound. But it was precisely this silent roar that sent chills down people's spines.

Several seconds later, an unprecedented, piercing scream suddenly ripped through the night sky, echoing in the ears of everyone inside and outside the Wind Inn.

That sound was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

It's simply not something a human could produce.

Holy crap, so this is what bomb disposal surgery is all about.

Even outside the inn, countless people inexplicably felt a chill between their legs.

Even the middle-aged man trembled, his eyes filled with fear. That cruel bastard Song Yan, he even raised his foot and crushed the little prince's thing with his heel. It should have turned into mush by now, right?

He knew that Song Yan was ruthless towards foreign races, but he never imagined that she would be ruthless to this extent.

Fortunately, Song Yan only liked to cut off the heads of alien races and pile them up into a mound of skulls. If he were even more perverse, he would like to cut off the genitals of alien warriors and build a mound of genitals... Hiss, the middle-aged man shuddered. Just thinking about that scene made him feel like his eyes had been polluted.

That scene was absolutely terrifying.

However, to be fair, in terms of sheer power, it is probably even more terrifying to foreign tribes than a mound of human heads.

pain.

It hurts.

The young man's body seemed to have turned into a pathetic maggot, writhing and twisting violently on the ground. He could feel that the area had turned into a lump of meat paste, sticky and wet, which almost made him completely collapse.

His once handsome face was now contorted into a grimace, his complexion deathly pale, like gold leaf, devoid of any color.

Beads of sweat quickly seeped out of his face, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Song Yan watched quietly from the side, occasionally pursing her lips.

Is this supposed to be a warrior from another race, and he only has this much endurance? Whether it's physical or mental strength, he's probably not even as good as Song Zhe.
Don't you like to torment people? How come you can't stand it when it happens to you?

As for the other five barbarian warriors whose wrists had been cut off, their screams gradually stopped, probably because they felt that their injuries were insignificant compared to the damage their master had suffered.

……

The night is long.

A howl, like the wailing of ghosts, echoed through the Wind Comes Inn.

In the lobby, the shopkeeper, huddled behind the counter, was on the verge of tears.

He didn't have the guts to follow up and see what was happening on the third floor, but just from the sounds, he knew it was definitely not a good thing, even worse than what happened at the Kong family's house last time.

The shopkeeper was really crying as he frantically pulled at his hair. He sobbed, "Why am I so unlucky? Why do I always encounter such things?"
Inside the inn, dozens of guests huddled under their blankets, their heads completely covered, their bodies trembling.

At this moment, there is probably only one thought left in everyone's mind.

check out.

Damn it, even if it's the middle of the night and they're sleeping on the streets, they absolutely have to check out of the hotel. That sounds really terrifying.

……

The main street of Pingyang City.

Under the moonlight, long shadows were cast on the rooftops.

He was an old man, probably quite old, with a slightly hunched back and messy white hair that looked like a shabby bird's nest. But if you looked at his face, you would be surprised to find that the old man's face showed no signs of aging whatsoever. There were no wrinkles, no beard, and his skin was delicate, like that of a child.

White hair and a youthful face.

This word is absolutely perfect when applied to an old man.

If the owner of Fenglai Inn were here, without even looking at the face, just by looking at the familiar figure and gray hair, he would probably recognize the man at a glance. He was none other than the young man's coachman.

The old man's movements didn't seem very fast, but with a light touch of his toes on the tiles, his body moved like a gentle breeze, covering a distance of several dozen feet in front of him.

His graceful and elegant movements were enough to show that this old man was a highly skilled master.

But the old man's expression was somewhat grim. Because he had encountered a special old friend, he had temporarily left Pingyang, a mere few hours later. When he returned, the entire city of Pingyang was under martial law. He wasn't quite sure what had happened in Pingyang during that short time, but he had a vague, extremely bad premonition.

My footing speed inevitably increased a little.

As they drew closer to the Wind Inn, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, his youthful face changed, and in the next instant, he raised his right hand and slapped it towards his left.

A small, white hand appeared out of thin air.

boom.

Two palms collided in mid-air, producing a faint sound like metal clashing, and an invisible impact spread in all directions. The houses beneath their feet trembled slightly, and upon closer inspection, one could even see that where the force of the palm strike had spread, layers of tiles shattered like grains of sand.

A voluptuous and graceful black figure gracefully retreated and stopped a dozen steps away from the old man.

Under the moonlight, her beautiful face was like a flower.

"Hehe, isn't this the Old Ghost Kuru?"

"I heard you went to the northern desert. Do you know you don't have long to live, so you're preparing to return to your roots?"

It was Hua Lianyue.

The fact that this old man could hold his own against Hua Lianyue and not be at a disadvantage speaks volumes about his strength.

(End of this chapter)