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"Take a deep breath." A familiar voice rang out. Ye Qingzhu never expected him to show up. Clearly, neither did the Bell Envoy and Ye Xiuzhu.

Jiang Shiyi actually came here to help her.

Ye Qingzhu felt him put something in her ears, and the outside sounds suddenly decreased significantly; the annoying ringing finally disappeared: "Lord Jiang! What brings you here?"

“I’ll help you.” Jiang Shiyi’s face became more serious. “Now that I’ve shown myself, why don’t you, Lord Ye, also call out the Second Miss who’s hiding in the shadows?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiuzhu's expression finally changed. He was no longer just standing there. It seemed that everything he had done before was to force Jiang Shiyi to show herself. He raised his hand to signal, and Ye Mozhu, who had been hiding in the corner, also came out.

Before this, Ye Qingzhu hadn't even noticed her presence: "Sister..." Mozhu was the last person she wanted to encounter, her closest sister. She didn't want to hurt her no matter what. Mozhu felt the same way. Seeing that Qingzhu was still alive and well, she was already satisfied.

"Since the host has chosen to show himself, I see no need for further words." Ye Xiuzhu waved his folding fan, and Mo Zhu drew his twin swords from his waist. No wonder they hadn't made a move earlier; they were planning to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Jiang Shiyi sighed helplessly: "Are you really unwilling to change your mind?"

Both of them had complex emotions in their eyes. Without needing to say anything, Jiang Shiyi understood what they meant: "I watched you three children grow up. If I could, I wouldn't want things to have come to this. Xiuzhu, your sister is doing her best to protect the Ye family. Don't follow in your father's footsteps."

"Shut up!" Everyone present was startled by this sudden shout. Ye Xiuzhu, who was usually so refined and aloof, had actually lost his composure and roared like this. "Anyone in this world can mention my father, but there are two people who cannot: one is Jiang Yuan, and the other is you!"

Having said that, Ye Xiuzhu immediately rushed forward, while Jiang Shiyi quickly circled around to Ye Qingzhu's side, simultaneously drawing her Judge's Pen to block his attack. Mo Zhu wanted to help as well, but Ye Qingzhu flashed in front of her, saying, "Since Big Brother is facing off against Eleventh Pavilion Master, then I will stay here and guard this place."

Ye Mozhu's eyes instantly filled with pity, but the bell maker beside her laughed: "Third Miss is joking. Miss Mozhu's dual sword skills were all personally taught by Elder Ye. Even Lord Ye himself might not be able to escape unscathed. What do you have to fight the two of us with?"

Ye Qingzhu sneered, then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Your bell doesn't work anymore, so you don't need me to bother." Her eyes changed as she met Mo Zhu's worried gaze. "I only have one opponent."

"Sister, I can use my own strength to protect the Ye family." Ye Qingzhu began to wield her whip, and Mo Zhu had no choice but to fight back. Her figure was several times more agile than Jiang Yingyue's, and Ye Qingzhu's whip could hardly touch her.

Mo Zhu's solemn expression never faded. Her pitying eyes and sharp moves complemented each other, forcing Ye Qingzhu to retreat step by step: "Silly sister, we don't need you to protect the Ye family at all. We just hope you can be alright."

"Second Miss, remove her earplugs!" the bell-maker shouted from the side.

The next second, Ye Mozhu's knife hilt landed on Ye Qingzhu's left cheek. She could even feel Mozhu pulling back, but she was still knocked to the ground, and her right earpiece fell out.

"Blocking you here at least prevents you from going to your death." Ye Mozhu's eyes reddened; at this moment, she felt her heart was bleeding.

Ye Qingzhu's face flushed instantly, and then she raised her head: "If we have to live in constant fear in the future, then I would rather die."

She gripped the whip tightly and swung it forcefully. Mo Zhu had no choice but to get up and dodge. However, her other hand had already reached for the two weapons. This time, Ye Mo Zhu would definitely lose his grip.

However, the Bell Keeper still caught all of this and immediately rang her bell. Ye Qingzhu let out a painful howl, but ultimately failed to knock away her weapon. However, the instant she heard her cry of pain, Ye Mozhu, as if by conditioned reflex, turned around and threw a knife, the hilt of which smashed squarely onto the Bell Keeper's head.

She fell down, and all the bells stopped ringing.