Chapter 1674 - 1675: How Dare They
Behind Ayue, a barely discernible figure swiftly approached, ghost-like.
He wore an arc-shaped black iron mask, and behind the mask, his pupils were filled with indifference.
It seemed that killing a girl was as simple as stepping on an ant for him.
Ajie's heart shattered.
He rushed forward recklessly, wrapping Ayue's body in his arms.
This was the girl he was willing to protect for eternity, yet he watched helplessly as she died here.
A beast-like wail erupted from Ajie's throat, tears streaming down his face.
He pressed his lips deeply onto Ayue's gradually chilling lips in his embrace.
Whish!
A flash of cold light, the figure behind Ayue, delivered a strike with a longsword, piercing through Ajie's chest, the tip of the sword protruding from his back.
Ajie grunted in pain, yet held Ayue's body tightly, the two slowly collapsing to the ground.
Ajie gasped for breath, blood gushing from his lungs sprayed out of his mouth, dripping onto Ayue's pale face.
Ayue had stopped breathing, her eyes remained wide open, retaining hints of shyness towards her lover and a longing for life.
The malevolent longsword pierced through the nape of Ayue's neck and emerged from her mouth, destroying her central nervous system and major arteries.
Death gave Ayue not a moment to react, taking her young life instantly.
Ajie desperately held Ayue up, crawling forward on the ground, mumbling dreamily.
"Ayue, don't be afraid, I'll take you home."
"Mom and Auntie have already prepared a meal for us."
"I know there's the seaweed egg drop soup you love, I love it too..."
As he spoke, tears and blood dripped from his face onto the ground.
Behind Ajie, the blood-stained longsword rose high.
The assassin, expressionless, looked at this struggling commoner, then stabbed downward fiercely.
Puff!
Ajie spat another mouthful of blood.
The longsword pierced his back, nailing him to the ground.
Ajie finally stopped crawling, yet he continued to hold Ayue's corpse tightly, his eyes wide open looking into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, two elderly men playing chess fell on either side of the stone mill, each with a bloody hole in their throat.
These two were Ajie's father and Ayue's mother.
Not far away, Ajie's mother had fallen on the threshold, a steaming bowl of seaweed egg drop soup dropped intact on the ground.
However, blood from her mouth had splattered into the soup, staining it a ghastly red.
Ayue's mother lay to Ajie's mother's right, already lifeless.
It seemed she was trying to help Ajie's mother, but was killed and fell to the ground.
Ajie struggled to grasp Ayue's hand, staring blankly at the tragic scene in the courtyard, tears slowly streaming down the corners of his eyes.
His vision grew dim, his mind clouded.
Yet in his heart, a bloody question mark spun endlessly.
"Why, why massacre innocent commoners like us?"
Ajie's throat rattled, rapidly gushing blood blocked his mouth.
He never managed to ask this question, passing his last breath.
Behind Ajie, two killers coldly surveyed the courtyard, their eyes devoid of emotion.
At that moment, from the east end of the village, several shadows fled in panic, accompanied by faint noise.
One killer frowned slightly, letting out a gentle hum.
"Can't even handle a few commoners, the Eight Gates Ninja are increasingly regressing."
The other killer, longsword angled downward, moved swiftly to meet the fleeing shadows.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of swords whistling, amid flashing cold light, the few young people who barely escaped the village lay dead amidst bloodshed.
Assassins tracking these young people appeared from the darkness, bowing to the lead killer.
The lead killer coldly issued an order.
"Search the whole village immediately, ensure not a single fish slips through the net, no one must be left to leak information."
Three or four figures nodded to the lead killer, then vanished into the night.
At this moment, Yang Fei was in Xue Mingtai's room.
This guy was persistently trying to get Xue Mingtai to speak.
At the very least, describe the scene of Xue Mingtai and An Zichen at the Sang Country Royal Palace, meeting Wang Xiaoshi.
Xue Mingtai had returned to his elegant, charming nobleman demeanor.
With a mysterious smile, no matter how Yang Fei pestered, he refused to reveal a word.
Despite looking refined, Xue Mingtai was as clever as a Monkey.
His subtle thoughts and intelligence were not inferior to Yang Fei's.
Yang Fei, trying every possible means, failed to extract a word from him, leaving frustrated, he exited the room.
Gazing at An Zichen's room upstairs, Yang Fei swallowed hard.
Originally, An Zichen was seen as an easy breakthrough, but for some reason, Yang Fei instinctively preferred not to be alone with An Zichen.
Especially when her clear and bright eyes stared at him, Yang Fei felt an urge to flee.
"The hardest to endure is the kindness of a beauty!"
Yang Fei sighed inwardly, dismissing the thought awkwardly.
Just then, his phone rang urgently.
Yang Fei answered, it was Xiao Xuanya calling.
On the line, Xiao Yaojing's tone was both alarmed and furious.
"Yang Fei, it's terrible. The Eight Gates Ninja and War God Alliance have combined into an armed force."
"They suddenly surrounded Li Wang Town, surely targeting the Red Shirt Army."
Yang Fei was utterly shocked.
The Red Shirt Army was a local force on Li Island, with a large local presence, having informants in numerous villages around Li Wang Town.
The People of Sang Country had surrounded Li Wang Town in complete silence.
How did they manage that?
Yang Fei raised this question, Xiao Xuanya's voice filled with rage.
"Last night, these beasts deployed 12 squads to slaughter all the villagers from seven natural villages around Li Wang Town."
"Over two hundred people, all innocent casualties."
Boom!
It was like a thunderclap exploded over Yang Fei's head, his anger like gasoline ignited, surging directly to his mind.
Anger blazed in Yang Fei's eyes, his teeth clenched audibly.
"How dare these beasts..."
Yang Fei, as a soldier, understood the horrors of war, always going all out to strike the enemy in battle.
However, the act he most opposed was the indiscriminate slaughter of defenseless civilians during war.
No one could, it's the most basic respect for life.
Xiao Xuanya's seductive voice bristled with intent to kill.
"Those Sang Country beasts, what wouldn't they do?"
"Don't forget, during the last century's Central Plains War, how many innocent Huaxia civilians did they kill?"