372 Please embark on the journey (twenty-two)
The maids and servants were so frightened they couldn't speak.
Miss Hou gently lifted the nearest teenage maid, grabbed her by the collar, and hissed, "Speak! Speak now! Or you'll be asking for death!"
The maid in the coarse cloth dress, who had been captured, was only a teenager. She trembled with fear and said, "Miss, we don't know either."
When we came out, the master and young master were already lying down, whispering, just like they are now.
"Fine, very well, then why don't you die?" With that, he exerted force and suddenly threw the maid in his hand toward the stone block by the door.
It's as simple as throwing an apple; the speed is so fast, it's as fast as it's thrown, it flies out in a flash, and it looks like it's about to crash into the stone lion and add another soul to the line.
A gentle breeze suddenly appeared and blocked the way, like a cloud, gently catching the maid. At this moment, the maid had already fainted from fright.
At this moment, several young masters also got out of the carriage and came over.
The two women and four men, looking at the dead body in front of them, did not feel particularly disgusted. However, seeing the empty street and the corpse of the yamen runner on the ground, they immediately felt that things had gotten out of hand.
He watched the hothead with amusement, noticing a large, broadsword and an exceptionally handsome man. A surge of inexplicable jealousy welled up within him.
The group quickly arrived at Miss Hou's side and saw that her entire family had basically died on the ground. They were secretly pleased. Young Master Jie looked at Miss Hou, who was now furious and even more beautiful, and felt a secret joy in his heart.
And then there were Miss Tong and Miss Miao, who, seeing their best friends suffer, turned ashen-faced as if their own parents had died.
Miss Tong, her face contorted with rage as if she had witnessed something utterly unbearable, shouted, "Sister Hou, the most important thing now is to subdue this villain!"
The other young men nodded in agreement, saying, "Miss Hou, let's capture this villain first, and then behead him and exterminate his entire clan another day."
"Yes, arrest his entire clan. Send the men to exile, and the women to live as slaves for generations. It would be best to tear him apart by five horses."
"It looks delicate and tender, the meat quality is good, and many people would like it."
The young men offered words of comfort in hushed tones, whispering amongst themselves. Before they knew it, a sword was in their hand, its beautiful scabbard adorned with three gemstones.
The four exchanged a quick glance, thinking the same thing: deal with this person first, then see what happens next. Once Young Master Qi is done playing around, they can get a share of this huge manor.
Miss Tong and Miss Miao chuckled inwardly. The Hou family had fallen on hard times. They could just treat their previous words as a joke. Sure enough, these merchants were unreliable and might disappear any day now.
None of them are as reliable as those with deep roots. I originally thought there might be some profit to be made and a new client to develop, but I never expected them to disappear so quickly.
It seems that in the future, when selecting people, we should choose those with a solid foundation, because ordinary people can't withstand setbacks.
Looking at Miss Hou's pained face, Miao Miao felt a surge of sympathy. Seeing her change from a domineering older sister to this state, she felt a mix of satisfaction and pity.
He whispered, "Let's go together and capture this man, to avenge Miss Hou."
The group nodded. Young Master Ming whispered, "Eliminate evil completely. Watch my gestures. When you strike, be ruthless. Don't hold back. Sever his limbs."
The group nodded slightly.
Miss Hou slowly stood up, looking at her dead family members, feeling immense grief and even more furious.
He angrily retorted, "You're the one who killed my parents and younger brother. You're utterly depraved!"
My parents were hardworking, kind, and always ready to help the poor and give generously.
They were renowned philanthropists. You villain, why did you kill them? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?
His face flushed red, his voice radiating righteousness and the light of justice. He spoke with unwavering conviction and eloquence, his words flowing smoothly with each sentence.
Young Master Ming smiled and chimed in, "You madman, where did you come from, daring to break the law in the royal city?"
Put down your knife immediately and await punishment; you might even escape the death penalty. If you dare resist, you'll be dead by the sword.
His eyes narrowed, and he chuckled softly, as if looking at a dead man. He thought to himself, 'Such a handsome young man, if he were to refine skincare oil, it would surely be excellent.'
Should we exile this person, since he was kidnapped on the way?
Inside the alley, the foreman looked at the group of people who had arrived and immediately felt a headache coming on.
Looking around, he couldn't find any sign of Commander Sun. What should he do? He silently recited three times and whispered, "Go back and inform the master that Young Master Wei is dead and Miss Hou has returned."
Also accompanying them were the city's young masters, Miss Tong, Young Master Ming, Young Master Lan, and others.
"Yes," the oldest one quickly blurted out, then took off running. The others watched, secretly annoyed with themselves, "Why didn't you answer first?"
We cannot stay here for long. If something happens later, we will be in trouble.
Looking at the noble-looking person in front of him, he agreed with their statement and said softly, "Swords have no eyes, everyone should be careful."
This must be Miss Hou.
I'm so sorry, I just happened to run into them and took care of it.
Seeing the contemptuous attitude of someone who had killed someone, the group felt ignored and a sense of humiliation welled up in their hearts.
Young Master Jie, Miss Tong, and the others thought angrily, "Where did this bumpkin come from, daring to ignore us like this? We're people with names and surnames, after all!"
With a wave of his hand, Young Master Ming swiftly charged forward with his sword. Young Master Lan, Young Master Jie, Miss Tong, Miss Miao, and Miss Hou attacked from all sides.
Angry, angry, angry; ashamed, ashamed, ashamed.
Feeling humiliated, he instantly gathered his strongest power, the sword gleaming with cold light, his strength overwhelming the blade, and he immediately felt incredibly smooth.
He sighed inwardly, "Indeed, life-or-death battles are the best way to cultivate."
After this is over, I must find more remote mountain villages and practice diligently.
Once I've made further progress in my cultivation, I'll find some wild beasts to practice on.
Like a sword cutting through the waves, it was incredibly fast and unerring, striking He Chen's vital points—eyes, chest, back, and legs—with ruthless cruelty.
Seeing that the opponents had been swiftly ambushed by them, they stood frozen in place, completely stunned.
Miss Miao sneered, "You bumpkin, die!" With a swift sword strike, she aimed straight for his stomach, her actions ruthless and vicious, as if venting her long-suppressed resentment.
A sense of pleasure welled up inside her. 'Killing is indeed exhilarating. It's very entertaining. No wonder Miss Tong enjoys this way of relieving boredom and annoyance; no wonder she changes her maids so often.'
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