Chapter 156 Making her wish she were dead

Shen Yiqiu understood, but she vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

But before she could think it through, she seized the opportunity when Song Sangyu was off guard and used all her strength to break free from the restraints.

He quickly grabbed the hairpin from the ground and lunged at Song Sangyu, the pointed end precisely pressed against her neck.

"Don't move! Let us go, or I'll drag her down to hell with me today!"

Shen Yiqiu was unusually resolute, her eyes filled with tears of blood.

Song Sangyu screamed in fright:

"Back off! Everyone back off! She's trying to kill me!"

Shen Yiqiu, holding Song Sangyu hostage, moved outward step by step, while calling to Bai Mei, who was barely holding on, and Qing Zhu, who was in a daze, to follow.

However, a fierce glint flashed in Song Tianhan's eyes. He didn't care about Song Sangyu's life or death at all; he only wanted to get rid of Shen Yiqiu, this major threat, as soon as possible and seize the inheritance.

He seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and slammed his head hard into Shen Yiqiu's wrist.

Having already inhaled some of the sleeping potion and exhausted, Shen Yiqiu was kicked to the ground by this heavy blow, her vision blurring.

Song Sangyu touched the red mark on her neck, still shaken. The fear of near death had not completely subsided, and anger surged to her head.

"Song Tianhan! Are you insane? Did you just try to kill me too? Didn't you see her hairpin pressed against my neck? If I die, Prince Fu will never let you go! Is your brain filled with nothing but grass?"

Song Tianhan's face turned ashen from the scolding. Enraged, he stubbornly retorted:

"What are you yelling about? I was just trying to get rid of her as quickly as possible! Did you expect me to just watch her take you hostage and escape? That's womanly compassion! If she gets away, we're all doomed!"

Second Brother: "Enough! What kind of time is this to keep arguing? Hurry up and finish her off with one stab to prevent future trouble! Just looking at her makes me feel uncomfortable!"

As he spoke, he even bent down to pick up Bai Mei's sword.

Fourth Brother, rubbing his calf where Qingzhu had bitten him and drawing blood, also grimaced and chimed in:

"Second Brother is right! Things could get complicated if we wait any longer. We should kill them all quickly! This warehouse is bad luck; I don't want to stay here a second longer!"

Third Brother glanced hesitantly at Song Sangyu, whose face was pale:

"...But, with such a commotion just now, outside..."

Upon hearing that they intended to kill Shen Yiqiu directly, Song Sangyu immediately raised her voice in protest:

"No! We can't let her die so easily!"

She pushed aside her fourth brother who was blocking her way, walked up to Shen Yiqiu who was slumped on the ground, and looked down at her:

"Kill her directly? That's too easy on her! Have you forgotten how she humiliated us, how she drove us to desperation? Have you forgotten how she stole the title that should have been mine, how she made us unable to hold our heads high in the capital?"

"I'll make her wish she were dead! I'll repay her tenfold, a hundredfold, for the pain she inflicted on us! Wouldn't killing her with one blow be doing her a favor? I'll make her crawl on the ground like a dog, make her kneel down and beg us, make her regret ever being born!"

She pulled out a barbed leather whip that she had prepared beforehand and lashed Shen Yiqiu's back hard.

Snap!

Her clothes were torn, her skin ripped open, and blood instantly soaked through the fabric. Shen Yiqiu let out a muffled groan, clenching her teeth, and refrained from screaming.

"Come on, everyone! Give each of you a few lashes!"

Song Sangyu handed the whip to the person next to her.

“That way, we’ll all have her blood on our hands, and no one will be able to escape unscathed. This is the safest way! Father, Mother, you will understand your daughter’s good intentions, right?”

Song Qingming and Song Shenshi exchanged a glance, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Even though everyone present is their blood relative, what does blood relation matter in the face of absolute interests? Only shared interests can forcibly bind them together.

The whip was passed from one person to another, striking Shen Yiqiu's already battered body again and again.

She curled up on the ground, her consciousness gradually fading, only her deep-seated hatred sustaining her.

She hated herself for being so soft-hearted back then, which had become the dagger that stabbed her today.

Just as she was about to be completely plunged into darkness, the warehouse door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Aunt Yun, accompanied by Song Ruoling and Song Sanchun, rushed in, carrying heavy sticks. Without saying a word, they began to wildly and indiscriminately beat the Song family members.

Aunt Yun swung her stick with all her might, shouting at Shen Yiqiu, who lay in a pool of blood:

"Young Miss! Run! Run! We can't hold them off for long!"

Song Ruoling and Song Sanchun also did their best, using their frail bodies to block the Song family men who wanted to pursue them.

With her last ounce of strength and sheer willpower, Shen Yiqiu dragged her nearly broken body toward the open warehouse door, inch by inch.

Behind her, she heard the muffled thuds and cries of pain as Aunt Yun and her two older sisters were knocked to the ground, but she dared not turn around. Warm blood left a long trail behind her.

When she finally climbed over the warehouse threshold, she turned around stiffly.

Inside the storeroom, Aunt Yun and her two half-sisters were beaten to the ground by the Song family's beasts, curled up, their faces obscured, their fate unknown.

A mixture of grief and indignation.

With blood-stained hands, Shen Yiqiu laboriously pulled the copper tube from her bosom.

With her last bit of strength, she pulled the fuse.

call out--

A blinding red light shot into the sky, exploding loudly above the Song residence and staining half the sky red.

The blinding light stunned the Song family members inside the warehouse, and their sinister smiles vanished from their faces.

Song Tianhan was the first to react:

"It's...it's the Cloud Piercing Arrow! She...she called for help!"

"What?"

The whip in Song Qingming's hand fell to the ground. He rushed to the window, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"How is this possible? How can she still have the strength... Quick! Quick!"

Song Sangyu frantically turned her head left and right:

"We can't let anyone see us here! We can't let anyone see this!"

She pointed to the mottled bloodstains and scattered instruments of torture on the ground.

"Quick! Clean this up!" Song Yutang realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to drag the person lying on the ground to a corner to hide them.

"What to do? What to do?"

Madam Song Shen also panicked:

"Quick! Drag them to the woodshed, wipe away the blood, hurry!"

She was so scared that her legs went weak and she could barely stand.

However, it was all too late.

Less than half a minute after the signal was sent, countless black figures poured into the Song residence from all directions, their footsteps swift and silent, instantly surrounding the entire warehouse area.

The person in the lead was none other than Xiao Yongjing, whose face was as cold as ice.

He immediately spotted Shen Yiqiu lying in a pool of blood, barely alive. His eyes widened in fury, and he coldly gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Good! Very good!"