The sudden sound, like a sharp alarm, instantly shattered the tranquility of the farm and startled the sleeping housekeeper.
The butler was jolted awake from his sweet sleep, his forehead instantly beaded with fine sweat, like dew rolling on a lotus leaf in the morning.
Like a startled hare, he pricked up his ears alertly, intently listening to every subtle sound around him, his nerves taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he could vaguely make out three blurry figures moving furtively and quickly toward the farm.
The butler's heart leaped into his throat, a strong sense of crisis surging through him like a tidal wave.
Without thinking, he quickly reached out and grabbed the hoe that was placed beside the bed.
That hoe, which was usually his partner in hard work, had now become his weapon against unknown threats.
He gripped the wooden handle of the hoe tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if the hoe was his only reliance and hope in the darkness.
Just as he took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and was about to shout loudly for the people in the village to come out,
A dark shadow, like a black lightning bolt, struck with lightning speed.
The shadowy figure moved so fast that it gave people almost no time to react.
Before the butler could even see the shadowy figure clearly, a strong and broad hand had already covered his mouth like an iron clamp.
The force of that hand was so great that it abruptly stopped the butler's shout, forcing it back down his throat as if he were bound by an invisible shackle.
At the same time, his other hand firmly grasped the arm he was about to swing the hoe down.
The force was as strong as steel, making the butler feel as if his arm was firmly imprisoned in a hard cage, unable to move.
Immediately afterwards, a deep and familiar voice gently rang in his ear, like a breeze rippling across a tranquil lake.
Yet it also carried a reassuring power: "Butler Mo, I am Xuan Ying."
The voice, though low, was clear and powerful like a booming bell, and in the quiet night, it was like warm sunlight piercing through the clouds and reaching the butler's ears.
It made his extremely tense nerves relax a little, as if being gently stroked by a tender hand.
The butler turned his head slightly, and in the dim light, he could vaguely make out Xuan Ying's familiar silhouette. Only then did the fear in his heart gradually dissipate.
In the instant that the dark figure, like a ghost, swiftly and unexpectedly took control of him.
Butler Mo felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a cold and powerful invisible hand.
A bone-chilling despair instantly spread from the depths of his heart like a surging black tide, completely engulfing him.
The despair was like an endless, dark abyss, deep and terrifying, making him feel as if he were in the apocalypse.
Fear, like sharp thorns, relentlessly pierced every nerve in his body, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, and his mind went completely blank for a moment.
His only thought was that disaster was imminent, and he was probably doomed; the noose of fate had already quietly tightened around his neck.
However, at this critical moment when life hangs by a thread, he heard Xuan Ying's familiar and uniquely magnetic voice.
Like a bright and radiant lamp suddenly lit in the darkness, or a hopeful and warm call coming from a desolate desert.
When the sound pierced straight through the thick fog of fear and reached his ears, it broke through his already taut nerves, which seemed ready to snap at any moment.
It was like a bowstring being slowly released by a pair of gentle yet powerful hands, gradually loosening.
Butler Mo's body trembled slightly, like a leaf shivering in a gale. He nodded with difficulty, signaling to Xuan Ying that he could be released.
At this moment, his body still felt an overwhelming lingering fear from the extreme terror he had just experienced.
After Xuan Ying let go, Butler Mo turned around impatiently, as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline.
His eyes widened, filled with urgency and vigilance, in the extremely faint light that seemed ready to be swallowed up by the darkness at any moment.
He scrutinized the person in front of him carefully, leaving no detail overlooked.
His gaze, like a fine comb, moved back and forth across Xuan Ying's face, from his thick, slightly upturned eyebrows to his deep, sharp eyes.
From a high, straight nose to a mouth with strong, defined lines.
It was as if they wanted to deeply etch every facial feature of Xuan Ying into their minds, allowing no ambiguity or omission.
After repeated and meticulous confirmation, it was finally determined that the person in front of them was indeed Xuan Yinghou.
The worry that had been hanging in his heart for so long, heavy as a thousand-pound boulder, finally found a solid foothold and landed with a "bang".
It made him feel a sense of relief, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.
As a loyal follower of the prince for many years, he had the privilege of meeting every one of the prince's bodyguards and was naturally familiar with Xuan Ying.
However, having experienced countless trials and tribulations in the Prince's Palace over the years, he developed a habit of being cautious and meticulous, and always needing to double-check everything.
In this sudden and unexpected situation, he knew that there was no room for the slightest slackness or carelessness.
Taking advantage of the brief moment when Xuan Ying beckoned the other two over, he swiftly and agilely reached out his hand.
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