In the past, when the older and younger brothers were in danger, Fang Heng would wield his long staff and act as a savior, slaughtering everyone in his path.
This was the first time he had become the target.
Four gleaming blades attacked from all directions, flashing with a blinding midday light, just like back in Fengjing when my second uncle and aunt ruthlessly forced my mother and son.
"Will you hand it over or not?"
"No one will live unless they hand it over!"
Fang Heng was momentarily stunned, and his retreat was a little slow. The person on the far left pierced his arm with a sword.
"Third Brother..." Jiang Sheng's mournful cries echoed through the alley.
She frantically tried to jump off the car, but Zheng Ruqian and Xu Mo held her down firmly. All she could do was cry out, "Third brother, does it hurt? Please don't hit my third brother!"
"Third brother, hold on!" The scholar Xu Mo shouted with all his might for the first time.
Fang Heng finally emerged from his dazed memories. He touched the raw, bleeding wound on his left arm, smelled the blood, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
Why force him like this, killing his parents, seizing his property, and even taking his life?
There's no such thing as exterminating someone so ruthlessly.
That's outrageous! That's outrageous!
He pulled out a long stick from behind his back, and with a swift twist of his right wrist, the stick spun like a wheel, blocking the remaining three sharp blades.
After three clanging sounds, the long stick was split in half.
It's just wood, after all, and can't compare to a blade forged from fine iron.
But with his older brother, younger brother, and younger sister standing behind him, Fang Heng had no way to back down.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the injury on his left arm seemed to disappear. The broken stick moved swiftly up and down in his hand, and the split wood became the most vicious weapon.
Although he was outnumbered and covered in wounds, Fang Heng's hatred, mixed with his inescapable despair, made him unleash even more formidable skills than before.
He attacked with almost reckless abandon, willing to take blows himself, as long as he survived and his blood was not drained, he would kill his opponent.
Don't run away, let's go to hell together.
The seasoned assassins were all taken aback, secretly glad that they outnumbered each other, otherwise they probably wouldn't have been able to defeat the enemy in a one-on-one fight.
But dragging it out like this isn't a solution. The city has strict security, and although there are few people in this alley, the fighting is too loud, and the little girl's crying is deafening. It will definitely attract attention.
What a coincidence.
Just as the assassins were about to unleash their ultimate attack, someone passing by at the alley entrance was startled and cried out, "Help! Sir, someone is beating a child here!"
The assassin frowned, not daring to linger, and stabbed Fang Heng in the abdomen before leaping onto the wall and climbing away.
"Third Brother."
"Third brother."
The children all rushed over and surrounded Fang Heng, who was holding a stick in one hand.
"Third Brother, they're gone. Don't worry, none of us are hurt." Jiang Sheng said with tears in her eyes, "But you lost so much blood, so much blood."
Fang Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his once upright body slowly fell backward.
Zheng Ruqian and Xu Mo cushioned his fall, while Wen Zhiyun was still in a daze when Chang Yan grabbed his arm. "Fourth Brother, hurry up, the first-aid kit."
I'm grateful for the doctor's habit of carrying it with me wherever I go.
With tears in her eyes, Wen Zhiyun rushed to the carriage, pulled out a small medicine box, and shakily took out wound medicine, tourniquet, gauze, and silver needles.
When the yamen runners rushed over, they saw a group of children gathered in a circle. Inside was a thin, frail child, who was tending to another child covered in blood with tears in his eyes.
"What happened?" they asked.
Xu Mo raised his head, barely managing to remain calm. "Sir, we've been attacked."
"Chief Xu?" The leading constable recognized them. "What's going on? Are they enemies?"
Xu Mo shook his head to indicate that he did not know. He also recognized that the person asking the question was Yuan, the yamen runner who had accompanied the Anshui prefect to Xieyang County.
"Killing someone in the street is simply too much."
Yuan left two other yamen runners behind to protect him, and hurriedly returned to the prefectural office to report the matter to the prefect and demand severe punishment.
On the way, he kindly made a detour to the clinic.
By the time the trembling old doctor found the alley, the bandaging was almost finished.
Although Wen Zhiyun was initially shocked and frightened, once he touched the open wound and saw the blood gushing out, he quickly got into the zone, cleaning the wound, applying medicine powder, and bandaging it in an orderly manner.
Even the senior doctor couldn't find anything wrong with it. He stood by for a long time and sighed that the younger generation was truly formidable.
He went back to the clinic.
Finally, Wen Zhiyun stopped.
Fang Heng was wrapped up like a white rice dumpling.
"Fourth Brother, is Third Brother alright? Will he die? He's lost so much blood, will he bleed to death?" Jiang Sheng asked, sobbing.
Wen Zhiyun shook her head.
"These are all external injuries. You've lost a lot of blood and need to replenish your body. You'll need to take good care of yourself during this period." He mimicked Dr. Wu's manner and estimated the speed of wound healing, "It will take about a month."
As long as I don't die, that's all that matters.
Jiang Sheng and the other children all breathed a sigh of relief.
Before long, the prefect arrived in a grand procession, accompanied by his advisor, Yuan, and other officials.
Upon seeing Fang Heng covered in bandages, he frowned and almost immediately shouted, "How dare they commit violence in my Anshui County! Go to the city gate immediately and conduct a thorough investigation. We can't let them escape!"
"Yes." Yuan, the constable, accepted the order and left.
The clerk sighed, picked up a pen and paper, and stepped forward. "I need to record this case: the victim's name, place of origin, age, and whether there is any connection between the victim and the perpetrator."
All the children fell silent instantly.
Everything else is fine, but this place of origin is something I really can't explain.
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