Chapter 219 Don't be afraid

This place is actually quite spacious.

However, even the most spacious place can become a battlefield if people's hearts are narrow.

Moreover, at this moment they were not scheming or arguing, but fighting. Swords and knives began to swing and slash indiscriminately in the chaos. As the cold light flashed, blood and shattered flesh gushed out and splashed onto the white snow.

Soon, the white snow was stained red.

Then, the thick snow was melted by the scalding blood, turning into a trickle of blood. With each roar and scream, the blood pooled on the ground began to ripple, reflecting the cold, stiff faces of those who lay on the ground.

This scene is a hundred times more terrifying than any legend of hell.

Shang Ruyi kept retreating and dodging, and she miraculously managed to evade every attack that came close to her and avoid every blade of sword that approached her.

Finally, she retreated to the front door.

When her back touched the heavy door panel, she suddenly shivered. Although it had been snowing all day, and although the mountains here were already covered in snow and bitterly cold, and the heavy door was frozen like an ice block, even touching it would make her fingertips feel a cold pain, she inexplicably felt a little warmth when she touched the door panel.

It seemed as if a familiar scent was seeping through the door, gradually permeating her.

Meanwhile, those who were fighting gradually came to their senses.

When Xiao Yuansui cleaved a man who lunged at him in two with a single sword strike, splattering him with foul-smelling blood, he gasped for breath and staggered as he looked around at everything. His eyes, stained with blood, gradually turned cold.

More and more people are dying, but these bodies falling one after another are not only his people, not only Lu Yong's people.

They are from Wanggangzhai!

This was the scenario he least wanted to see. The reason he didn't want to was because he knew very well that once he went to war with the people of Wanggangzhai, this place would be the one that someone else would be most happy to see!

Thinking of this, his face turned deathly pale, and he shouted angrily, "Stop! All of you, stop!"

Finally, someone stopped.

Finally, the battle came to an end.

However, the ground was already a river of blood, and corpses were piled up at the feet of those who could still stand. These were faces that were just alive, and some may have even greeted each other at the mountain gate. But now, they were separated by life and death. What was even more terrifying was that the blood of those people had stained the body and the heart of every one of the survivors.

Xiao Yuansui finally stepped out from the crowd, his body covered in blood, even his eyes were bloodshot, and shouted: "We can't fight anymore, we've been tricked!"

Those around were startled upon hearing this.

At this moment, Lu Yong, whose shoulder was already injured and whose arm had almost been dislocated, used a knife to support himself on the ground and asked breathlessly, "What are you saying?"

Xiao Yuansui said, "Someone is plotting against us; we've been tricked!"

"..."

"Everyone knows that after Yuwen Ye's three defeats, I did indeed send people to the stronghold to deliver grain, and those people haven't returned yet. You all clearly saw this!"

After a fierce battle, Lu Yong had calmed down a bit, but his eyes were still red as he said, "But, Master Hu clearly said—"

"That's where we got tricked!"

Xiao Yuansui was panting heavily, almost unable to stand. This was not only because the battle had exhausted him, but also because the truth that was about to be revealed was now suffocating him.

He said, "I transported the grain, but the village didn't receive it. There's only one possibility!"

At this moment, Lu Yong suddenly shuddered.

As if he had also realized something, an expression of disbelief appeared on his blood-covered face. Xiao Yuansui said in a deep voice, "The grain was intercepted on the way!"

"..."

"Moreover, it wasn't just once; the grain shipments were robbed three times!"

"..."

"So none of those people ever came back!"

At this moment, everyone around looked shocked, as if they couldn't believe their ears. Xiao Yuansui continued, "Also, the fire in the village—if I'm not mistaken, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one."

Lu Yong staggered forward a few steps and stared at him: "Why?"

Xiao Yuansui said, "Because the grain in the village was burned, Wanggang Village sent people to collect the grain. The truth has been covered up, and our misunderstanding has already formed, making this battle inevitable!"

Lu Yong panicked, especially when he saw the corpses all around him. Even at his feet, the body of Hu Jinfeng, who had been shot by an arrow and fallen earlier, had been trampled beyond recognition in the fighting. He was terrified and didn't even have the strength to speak.

After a long pause, someone in the crowd asked, "Who is that?"

"..."

"Who stole our grain? And who set fire to Wanggang Village?"

"..."

"Who is it that has made us kill each other?!"

These repeated inquiries echoed throughout the vast Xingluo Granary City, creating a deafening sound. Xiao Yuansui stood in the center of the corpses scattered everywhere, his gaze moving from the flesh and blood at his feet to the bodies before him, then slowly rising to finally look at the enormous granary directly in front of him.

He raised his hand and pointed there: "That's it—"

All eyes followed the direction he was pointing, and there stood a slender figure at the entrance of the warehouse.

Shang Ruyi.

Her face was pale, as if she had long been rendered incapable of thinking by the strong smell of blood around her. At this moment, she met Xiao Yuansui's gaze, and hundreds of eyes around her slowly converged on her, the intense hatred as if it wanted to nail her to the door.

Her body went limp, and she almost fell down.

But at that very moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and steadily supported her.

That hand was warm, firm, and as strong as steel!

Shang Ruyi shuddered violently, wanting to turn around but not daring to, frozen in place for a moment. Then, she heard the door slowly open, emitting a long, hoarse sound, as if lamenting the scene before her.

A breath brushed past her ear.

At the same time, that familiar voice rang in my ears—

"Don't be afraid."

"...!"

At this moment, Shang Ruyi could not help but turn back. Although the warm, large hand and familiar scent had already given her the answer, when she actually turned around and saw that real, cold face reflected in her tearful eyes, she still felt her heart pounding fiercely once again with a force that shouldn't have been there.

Standing behind her was Yuwen Ye!