The two henchmen sneaked around from the other side, intending to attack Qiao Lian'er from behind.

Qiao Lian'er leaned out of the carriage, seemingly inspecting the contents.

The two underlings exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with mockery. They guessed that this little girl thought that while the men in the family were fighting upstairs, she was safe downstairs.

That's too naive.

Soon, she will be their prey.

They walked quietly, one on each side.

In this way, the little girl had nowhere to escape.

Just as he was about to grab Qiao Lian'er's shoulder, Qiao Lian'er suddenly turned around.

She wore a farm mask over her mouth and nose, but her eyes were cold and icy.

He grabbed a handful of chili powder and threw it at the two men's faces.

Caught off guard, the two got chili powder in their eyes and inhaled it through their mouths and noses.

The burning and painful sensation hit them, and they dropped their swords, covered their eyes, rolled on the ground, rubbed them desperately, coughed and choked, tears streaming down their faces. Their screams were even more horrific than those of the men whose limbs had been broken.

After watching them suffer for a while, Qiao Lian'er picked up the swords and knives on the ground and ended their lives, blood splattering all over her face.

Just then, a horse-drawn carriage came along. The driver, an old man, was horrified when he saw what was happening and quickly reined in the horses.

"Whoa, kill, kill someone, kill someone!"

The old man's voice trembled, his eyelids rolled upwards, and he almost fainted.

Moreover, the murderer was a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old.

Her face was expressionless, covered with a thin layer of frost. With a swift stroke of her knife, killing someone was as easy as killing a chicken.

Hearing a noise ahead, Song Ruier, who leaned out of the carriage, turned pale with fright.

He never expected that Qiao Lian'er would kill someone without even blinking.

He suddenly felt that Qiao Lian'er was both terrifying and unfamiliar. Was she really his sister?

He originally thought that Qiao Lian'er had some clever plans and opinions, but he didn't expect her to have such a ruthless side.

Moreover, that look in his eyes wasn't that of a child at all; it was as if there was a soul that was decades old inside him.

In other words, Qiao Lian'er could also take his life in the same way she dealt with these people—

He felt a chill run through his body and stammered, unable to utter a single word.

However, Song Ruier quickly realized that murder and arson were unforgivable crimes. How dare Qiao Lian'er kill someone on the street?

"Qiao Lian'er, you, you killed someone. I saw it with my own eyes, and you can't deny it."

"Give me two hundred taels of silver, and I'll let you go. I won't say anything."

Qiao Lian'er seemed not to hear what he said, and said to the old man, "Old man, don't be afraid. These people are bandits from the mountains. They plan to rob passersby. We will clear this road for everyone."

Two more carriages arrived, and the people inside were terrified after hearing what Qiao Lian'er said.

In other words, they were almost robbed, their belongings were stolen, and they almost lost their lives there.

The old man had initially thought Qiao Lian'er was a demon reincarnated and was indiscriminately killing people. But after hearing her explanation, he breathed a sigh of relief and his face showed a look of disbelief and admiration.

"Oh, little girl, so you were a hero."

Small body, big energy.

“My family was up there fighting off these bandits. The bandits had prepared large rocks and planned to push them down when people passed by, but we discovered them.”