Looking at the Northern Desert man sprawled on the ground, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Isn't it too late to realize this now?"
"It's you!" The pale-faced scholar slumped into the main seat, staring at her in shock, his voice trembling with anger. "You actually poisoned the food!"
"It's not poison, just herbs to make you weak."
Shen Qingtang's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "After all, I still need to spare your lives to uncover the conspiracy of the Northern Desert."
As she spoke, she turned and walked toward the wooden hut where she was being held, the short knife in her hand slicing through the hemp rope.
They untied Grandpa Shen, his parents, and Shen Minglan and his brother.
Shen Minglan flexed her wrists, looking at the Northern Desert people collapsed outside, both surprised and delighted: "Little sister, your medicine is incredibly effective!"
"Just some muscle-relaxing herbs, that'll be enough to deal with them."
Shen Qingtang smiled and handed him a knife, "Quickly untie the others."
The Shen family immediately sprang into action. After the officials and other captives were untied, they looked at the Northern Desert people lying paralyzed on the ground, both shocked and furious. They picked up the knives on the ground and surrounded them.
The pale-faced scholar trembled with rage at the sight, but could only watch helplessly as Shen Qingtang methodically directed the crowd to tie up the Northern Desert people one by one. He never expected this.
He had actually fallen for a "foolish" woman.
Shen Qingtang didn't give the pale-faced scholar a chance to say another word. She drew her long sword from her waist, and with a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword pierced his chest. His blue robe was instantly stained red with blood.
Before the shock in the scholar's eyes had faded, his body went limp and he stopped breathing.
After dealing with the mastermind, Shen Qingtang, sword in hand, walked toward the Northern Desert core members, including the refugee leaders and guards, who were lying paralyzed on the ground.
They were all struggling to get up, but they didn't even have the strength to lift their hands.
Shen Qingtang moved swiftly, her sword flashing, giving them no time to react. One by one, they fell into pools of blood, their screams so faint they were almost inaudible.
Beside the wooden house not far away, Pei Wuwang lay on the ground, still conscious, but could only open his dazed eyes and desperately try to raise his hand, but his body felt as if it were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.
He heard the sound of a sword piercing flesh, and he also heard the screams of the Northern Desert people. He was both anxious and angry. He knew that it was that woman who was doing it.
But I don't even have the strength to help.
Lu Jiaojiao huddled in the corner, watching Shen Qingtang's murderous aura.
Trembling with fear, she still forced herself to speak, her voice trembling: "You...you're too cruel! They were too weak to resist, why did you still kill them?"
Shen Qingtang turned to look at her, her eyes cold, and approached step by step, sword in hand.
The sword tip gently pressed against her chest: "Cruel? They killed so many people and violated so many women, and now you call me cruel?"
She paused, her tone laced with sarcasm, "If you feel sorry for them, why don't you go down to the underworld with them and keep them company?"
Lu Jiaojiao turned pale with fright and immediately shut her mouth, but still stared at Shen Qingtang with resentful eyes, not daring to say another word.
Lin Peirou also recovered from her fear and began to feign weakness again, pleading with Shen Qingtang through tears: "Sister-in-law, please don't do this... They are human lives too! We are safe now, please spare their lives, or we will be punished by heaven..."
The bound refugees nodded frantically, pleading, "Girl, spare our lives! We were only being coerced! We'll never do it again!"
Shen Qingtang ignored their pleas and glanced at the crowd. There were several abducted civilians with vacant eyes and drool at the corners of their mouths. They had obviously been tortured into stupidity by the Northern Desert people.
Some women were disheveled, huddled in a corner, trembling, and didn't even have the courage to raise their heads.
She gripped her longsword tightly, her tone icy: "A way out? When you were so ruthless to those innocent people, why didn't you think about leaving them a way out?"
After saying that.
Without further hesitation, she turned to Shen Minglan and the officials and said, "These people have blood on their hands. Keeping them alive will only cause endless trouble. Kill them to prevent them from harming others."
The officials, already terrified and filled with hatred for the Northern Desert people, immediately drew their knives, led by Shen Qingtang.
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