“Old Chen, look at you, this person has bled to death.” Ma Hehua said without blushing or skipping a beat.
Lieutenant Chen opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it, only feeling helpless.
Who has lost too much blood and whose face has turned black?
This girl always talks nonsense like this, but now is not the time to argue.
He looked up at the village in front of him, and the silence there made him feel uneasy.
"It's the middle of the day, and I haven't seen any smoke coming out of the village chimneys. It must be strange."
Ma Linghua spoke with practiced ease, her eyes narrowed into slits as she warily surveyed her surroundings.
The sun blazed down on the earth, yet the village entrance exuded an inexplicable eeriness.
The five people stood at the entrance of the village, locked in a stalemate.
The village chief stood guard at the village entrance, like a statue.
He had been waiting for a long time. His face, etched with the marks of time, showed no expression, except for his eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk's.
He wondered to himself, "Are these people going to come in or not?"
His hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of the knife at his waist, his thumb gently stroking the patterns on the handle.
Lieutenant Chen felt that his back was soaked with sweat, and the sticky feeling made him very uncomfortable.
He glanced furtively at the three women beside him; their expressions were quite indifferent.
A faint, pungent odor drifted on the wind, causing Ma Hehua to wrinkle her nose. "Is there some kind of plague in this village?" she muttered to herself.
The head of the gang had sharp ears and heard Ma Hehua's words, then snorted coldly.
He thought to himself that these outsiders were just cowards, easily frightened by the slightest disturbance.
But he also knew that this village was indeed somewhat unusual. However, he had to stay here. If he couldn't take down a few people, wouldn't his brothers laugh at him?
A crow flew overhead, cawing loudly, the sound echoing in the silent air.
The five people stood outside the village entrance, still hesitant, while the village chief remained steadfast in his post.
"Lotus, go and take a look first. If anything seems amiss, act immediately."
"I understand, Mother."
Ma Hehua swaggered into the village, her steps carrying an air of nonchalant arrogance.
The leader's eyes were fixed on her, but in the blink of an eye, Ma Hehua's figure disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by darkness.
The surrounding bandits stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
This is a living, breathing person! They were just standing right in front of me, how could they just disappear like that?
The air seemed to freeze, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind mocking their astonishment.
Are you looking for me?
A sinister voice sounded behind the bandits, like a cold snake slithering into their collars, sending a chill down their spines.
Everyone hurriedly turned around and saw Ma Hehua standing there.
She was somewhat ugly, and her hair was braided into a long braid that looked rather rough, as if it had been hastily braided.
Her face was deliberately made up in a way that didn't suit her age, like a middle-aged woman trying to look young.
She had a half-smile on her face, and her eyes held a cunning and mysterious quality.
The rough skin had an unhealthy, sallow hue under the sunlight.
She wore somewhat tattered clothes, the patches on them crookedly sewn, yet she stood ramrod straight, arms crossed, quietly watching the bandits, as if admiring their terrified expressions, or perhaps plotting some new scheme.
The bandits felt uneasy under her gaze, and even the leader frowned, a strong sense of unease rising within him.
Ma Hehua stood there, often wondering why her mother always dressed her in clothes and pants full of patches.
The patches looked like ugly scars clinging to the clothes, standing out starkly against the well-dressed people around them.
But she never felt inferior because of it. Her strong body seemed to contain endless strength, which did not prevent her from exuding a confident charm.
Ma Linghua: "……………………"
Don't you know your own limitations?
If you don't wear patched clothes, you're just wasting good clothes.
Just then, a bandit seized the opportunity. His cunning eyes revealed a ruthless intent. Taking advantage of Ma Hehua's slight distraction, he attacked her like a wolf pouncing on its prey.
As if her body had its own consciousness, Ma Hehua instinctively drew her broadsword at this critical moment.
The broadsword flashed a cold light in the sunlight, and then the hand swiftly brought the blade down, the movement as fast as lightning.
"puff……"
Blood gushed out of the bandit's neck like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
The bandit's head rolled on the ground like a discarded ball, its eyes still wide open, seemingly still bearing the shock of its death.
The surrounding bandits were stunned by this sudden scene, standing there with their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.
The leader's heart sank. He had been wandering the martial arts world for many years and had seen many ruthless characters, but this woman in front of him was not only ruthless but also incredibly skilled.
His brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes held a hint of apprehension.
Ma Hehua froze, her eyes fixed on the headless corpse and the head that had rolled to the side.
She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. She...she had killed someone?
This thought kept echoing in her mind.
She had only intended to take precautions, but she never expected to kill a bandit so easily.
However, a strange feeling quietly grew in her heart, and a sense of pleasure welled up inside her.
This pleasure was like an evil seed planted in her heart, and it quickly took root and sprouted.
Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a trembling of excitement.
I felt as if a power had been awakened within me, a yearning for power and control.
At this moment, she felt for the first time that she could control the life and death of others, a feeling that fascinated her.
Looking at the terrified bandits, she felt no fear whatsoever; instead, she felt an urge to continue her rampage.
Ma Hehua took a deep breath, and her ordinary face seemed to be enveloped in a strange light at this moment, and her patched clothes no longer seemed so ugly.
She gripped the blood-stained broadsword tightly, her eyes gleaming with an unprecedented excitement.
Yes, she liked this feeling. She had embarked on a path filled with bloodshed and the unknown, and deep down, she was secretly looking forward to what was to come.
Seeing the change in Ma Hehua, the head of the gang secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.
He knew this woman was no ordinary person; looking into her bloodshot eyes, he felt like he was riding a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, impossible to control.
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