Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 126 - The Widow Killer

In front of the Luo Mansion.

The refugees were gathered together.

As far as the eye could see, it was a dense black mass.

Their numbers were probably three or four hundred, and the number of disaster victims was still increasing.

When they saw a large group of household guards carrying firewood, iron pots, racks, and sack after sack of millet out from the mansion, a rustling sound immediately broke out in the crowd.

Although it would still be some time before the congee was cooked, in a daze, they even felt they could already smell the aroma of the rice soup. Their throats couldn't help but move, and their stomachs seemed to grow even hungrier.

Disaster relief in this world was relatively simple. A bowl of slightly thicker congee, or a ladle of thin congee plus a wild vegetable steamed bun—to be able to barely hang onto one's life was already considered pretty good. There was absolutely no opportunity to be picky.

Don't want to eat? Then don't eat. Here, who knows how many disaster victims died every day. No one would spoil you.

As the steamed buns were handed out, there was the sound of gobbling, followed by endless thanks to the Grand Princess, moved to tears of gratitude.

The people at the back desperately squeezed forward, and the originally barely quiet crowd fell into chaos.

Her snow-white, shell-like teeth lightly bit her lower lip. Luo Yuheng's expression was very repressed.

The Luo family still had grain.

She could let these disaster victims eat a little better.

They could eat white flour steamed buns, they could drink a large bowl of hot, salty congee, and their emaciated bodies would no longer be so cold...

But she knew she couldn't do this.

Just as her son-in-law had said, the most important thing now was to let people live. As long as there was a bowl of congee and a steamed bun, it could keep these disaster victims alive.

It was possible to let these people eat their fill, but how many days could the Luo family's grain last?

Who could guarantee that there wouldn't be more disaster victims to come?

Who could guarantee that there wouldn't be a new downpour?

Who knows how long it would be before the court's disaster relief grain could reach Songzhou. Before then, no matter what, some grain had to be saved.

Luo Yuheng, who was deep in thought, and the busy crowd did not notice that in a corner, a few pairs of eyes were bizarrely staring at the figures in front of the Luo Mansion.

In their eyes was madness, greed, and also contempt and mockery.

"These rich people really like to do this kind of thing. With just a little insignificant money and grain, they can gain a good reputation. The title of 'great philanthropist' is really cheap..."

"But this Luo Yuheng is really beautiful. I'm wanting more and more to slash that face of hers." Ghost Face Mad Saber's voice was still sinister.

His face was smeared with filthy mud, which concealed the scars on his face. Although it was a little uncomfortable, no matter what, at first glance, he didn't look so scary anymore.

Regarding their boss's morbid hobby, the other few expressed their inability to understand

A perfectly good woman, if you want her, just take her. After you've had her, you still have to ruin her face?

Although they couldn't be considered good people, they still felt that their boss was really too perverted.

"This Luo Yuheng is a fool."

"Although the Luo Mansion has many household guards, a large number of them have been sent out." Life-Taking Scholar said with a chuckle.

Song Yan, Luo Tianquan, and Luo Tianyang had each taken a portion of the guards with them. The remaining number was already less than one-third.

And that's not all. Even of the remaining guards, they were either distributing steamed buns, cooking congee, or maintaining order.

The ones who truly stayed by Luo Yuheng's side were only the four handmaidens. Especially the youngest handmaiden, who was so scared her face was deathly pale. One look and you could tell she hadn't seen much of the world.

I'll just kill her on the way later. For such a person to live in this world is simply a waste of grain.

The only trouble was that Luo Yuheng was always at the gate of the Luo Mansion and hadn't taken that step out. In addition, with the dense crowd of refugees blocking the way, it was a little difficult to get close to Luo Yuheng.

If they were to attack from too far away, he was afraid it would give those household guards a chance to react.

"Third Sister, you go and take care of Luo Tianshu," Ghost Face Mad Saber said in a deep voice after a brief moment of thought.

The other few were all slightly stunned. This was different from the plan they had discussed before.

In their plan, they were to look for an opportunity to kill with one blow, take Luo Yuheng's life, and then flee. The other people were not on the list.

"Don't forget, Luo Tianshu, Luo Tianquan, Luo Tianyang, and Song Yan are each worth thirty thousand taels."

The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the expression on Ghost Face Mad Saber's face became even greedier.

"And those three young misses. Think about it. Added together, that's two hundred and ten thousand taels."

Luo Tianxuan was not within the scope of consideration.

After all, although the name of 'Little Divine Physician Song' had already spread, in the eyes of some people, it was ultimately too unimaginable, and they didn't believe it.

So-called martial artists do not have pure hearts and few desires. Even those who cultivate Daoist martial arts are the same... Rather, once they step onto the path of practicing martial arts, their desire for silver is far greater than that of other people.

There's no helping it; the consumption for body tempering is really too great.

Two hundred and ten thousand taels, plus the previous one hundred and eighty thousand. Even if it's divided equally, each person can get more than sixty thousand taels of silver.

In any country, this is a considerable fortune. If they had this money, their own cultivation might have a chance to advance further.

And now, the members of the Luo family were all scattered.

This was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It felt as if these people from the Luo family had been cooperating with their actions all along. It was so smooth that it was unbelievable to them.

Of course, the Luo family members wouldn't be so stupid as to know someone was going to assassinate them and still deliberately cooperate. So this was probably just a pure coincidence. Their luck today was really not bad.

Exchanging a glance, one by one they could see the greed in the other's eyes. The answer was already self-evident.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Ghost Face Mad Saber's eyes became even more excited:

"Number Four, Number Five, you two go and take care of that Luo Tianquan."

"Number Two, you go and deal with that fool Luo Tianyang."

"As for Sixth Sister..." Ghost Face Mad Saber's gaze fell on the widow.

"You go and take care of that Song Yan."

Following Ghost Face Mad Saber's arrangements, one figure after another gradually disappeared into the crowd.

The Widow Killer was the same. Her ice-cold gaze glanced at Song Yan's back, and then she silently followed from behind.

She had made contact with Song Yan yesterday. He was just a Second-Rank martial artist.

That tiny bit of strength, in front of her, was as insignificant as an ant. The only trouble was the woman by Song Yan's side... Luo Tianyi.

She should be barely at the Sixth-Rank realm. For her age, that's already quite good. But against her, who was already at the Seventh Rank, she would absolutely not be an opponent.

Thinking this, the Widow Killer sped up a little.

The two people in front were still talking about something in low voices.

Who exactly should I start with? A slight hesitation appeared in the Widow Killer's heart, but this hesitation quickly dissipated.

If she killed Song Yan first, it would definitely be a one-hit kill, but it might alert Luo Tianyi. Even if her strength was not as good as her own, if she just managed to entangle her, it would be a bit troublesome.

So, she had to kill Luo Tianyi first.

A Seventh-Rank martial artist assassinating a Sixth-Rank martial artist, and a sneak attack at that.

This was a sure thing.

Her eyes gradually became indifferent and ice-cold. A beautiful arc also appeared on the corners of her delicate mouth.

At some point, the distance between her and Song Yan and Luo Tianyi was already less than thirty paces. Just then, the Widow Killer's arms naturally dropped, and two sharp, spike-like daggers slid down from her sleeves, landing steadily in her palms.

The daggers spun nimbly in her palms.

Reflecting an orange-red light under the morning sun.

The next instant, the Widow Killer tapped her toes lightly on the ground. Her body instantly shot forward like a phantom. The distance of more than thirty paces was crossed in the blink of an eye.

Paired with her plain white mourning clothes, she was like an Impermanence walking in the underworld.

Reaping souls and taking lives.

Puchi.

The dagger drew a bright arc in the air, stabbing straight for the back of Luo Tianyi's heart.

Success.

In that instant, such a thought couldn't help but appear in the Widow Killer's mind.

A slightly cruel smile had even blossomed on her face.

But very quickly, the smile on the Widow Killer's face stiffened.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce the back of Luo Tianyi's heart, it could no longer advance. The back of Luo Tianyi that was originally there had, at some unknown time, turned into a nation-topplingly beautiful face.

When had this woman turned around?

She actually hadn't felt it in the slightest.

What was even more terrifying were those two fingers.

It was clearly an attack with her full strength, with nothing held back, yet it was stubbornly caught by two slender, onion-white fingers... That's right, it was caught.

How is this possible?

In that instant, the Widow Killer couldn't help but want to scream. What followed was an indescribable fear.

This woman... was a fraud.

Damn it, this strength is at least at the Eighth-Rank realm. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI★Fire.net

What is this? Is it fun to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger?

In her terror, the Widow Killer's other arm also suddenly lifted. Her arm swept out horizontally, the dagger stabbing directly at Luo Tianyi's temple from the side.

The distance was extremely close, and the dagger's speed was as fast as lightning. If Luo Tianyi didn't dodge or evade, she would surely die. If she wanted to dodge, she would have a chance to escape.

That's right, escape.

At this time, the Widow Killer no longer had the courage to continue the assassination. The opponent's strength far exceeded her own. To continue staying here was no different from waiting for death.

It's just that the Widow Killer seemed to have forgotten that right beside Luo Tianyi, there was also a Song Yan.

At some unknown time, a strange thing had appeared in Song Yan's hand. It was a transparent object, hollow, with an extremely sharp tip. Inside, there was some completely transparent liquid.

This thing has a very scientific name: a syringe!