She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 357 - 356: Kill Her, Divide the Gold Mine Equally

Chapter 357: Chapter 356: Kill Her, Divide the Gold Mine Equally

Huai Yu’s mouth kept spewing out mouthfuls of black blood, and her entire body swayed for two steps before she nearly collapsed on the ground. She was caught in Yan Wanqing’s arms.

"Huai Yu!" Yan Wanqing couldn’t believe it. How could someone who was perfectly fine just moments ago be so fragile now?

Huai Yu couldn’t speak a complete sentence, coughing up blood continuously—and it was all black blood. Her already pale face now had an added sense of ashen defeat.

The situation was dire!

"Go, take Huai Yu back to find Xiaoliu!" Yan Wanqing directly said to Shen Shuyun.

If she remained here, she would probably not survive much longer.

But Huai Yu refused to leave. She grabbed Yan Wanqing’s hand, her eyes filled with reluctance.

This reluctance eventually settled on Wu Zhen.

How clever Yan Wanqing was.

She turned her head to look at Wu Zhen and said word by word, "What have you done?"

Wu Zhen’s wide sleeves hid her hands as she looked on with a placid face, "What could I have done? I did nothing. This is all retribution."

"Retribution?" Yan Wanqing let out a cold laugh. "Wu Zhen, she’s your own flesh and blood! For years she has supported your family and your maternal home’s prosperity with her own strength. You might not regard mother-daughter relationships, but being human, one mustn’t be so heartless!"

"How unpleasant your words are, Commandery Princess," Wu Zhen replied. "The Marquis Residence is the Marquis Residence, and the Wu Family is the Wu Family. A married daughter is like spilled water—not to be confused. Moreover, in the years since the old Marquis passed away, I, a widow, would have hardly survived had it not been for the support of my natal family. You, an outsider, have no place to criticize these matters!"

Listening to Wu Zhen’s words, a crystal-clear tear fell from the corner of Huai Yu’s eyes.

She reached out towards Wu Zhen in a clawing gesture, her eyes filled with despair.

Some people only speak heartlessly, but others act heartlessly.

Watching Wu Zhen relentlessly manipulate the poisonous insects in the pine box, Huai Yu felt an excruciating pain emanating from her chest. At that moment, she completely gave up any hope.

"Someone, take her inside!" Yan Wanqing’s eyes turned bloodshot as she said in a cold and low voice.

Just as Shen Shuyun was about to step forward, the Angel Envoy appeared from behind the door: "I will do it."

He picked up Huai Yu around her waist, but when his gaze fell upon her face, he paused momentarily.

"What’s wrong?" asked Shen Shuyun anxiously.

The eyes beneath the mask of the Angel Envoy were tightly furrowed; the face bore a striking nine parts resemblance to his own.

He hesitated for an instant but knew this was not the time to talk. He stepped over the threshold, carrying the person inside.

Yan Wanqing watched the Angel Envoy carrying Huai Yu away with Shen Shuyun following beside and let out a sigh of relief.

Next, it was time to deal with this rabble.

"Yan Wanqing, surrender without a fight. If you die, all these matters can be resolved. But if you resist stubbornly, you’ll only implicate others."

Wu Zhen slowly stated.

Looking at the well-maintained face and her delicate, scallion-like fingers, Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but think of the myriad of scars on Huai Yu’s body and the calluses between her fingers.

How ironic.

"I originally did not want to quibble with you people, but you insisted on repeatedly crossing my bottom line, touching my reverse scale," Yan Wanqing said, narrowing her peach blossom eyes, her gaze coldly fixed on Wu Zhen: "Since you do not care that she is your child, then I have no need to restrain myself anymore."

She raised her hand towards Wu Zhen, and a great suction swept over. In just an instant, Wu Zhen’s neck was gripped tightly by Yan Wanqing.

She was choked so that her eyes involuntarily rolled upward, her hands flailed about, and a box fell out from her sleeve.

"Yan Wanqing, you dare to kill me!" Wu Zhen screamed with all her remaining strength.

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" she scoffed, casting a sidelong glance at Huai Xinmei, who was poised for attack: "I gave you too much face at the Northern Border, thinking I, Yan Wanqing, am some devoted vegetarian monk? Just do it. I’m putting this out there today: as long as I, Yan Wanqing, am not dead, Stormy Building will issue a death warrant for everyone present, until you’re wiped out, down to the last of your line!"

She had just exerted force when she saw Huai Xinmei draw her sword and stab towards her, and soon after, the people down the steps began to act as well.

They all knew full well that Yan Wanqing was highly skilled in martial arts and wasn’t keen on drawn-out fights. They aimed to deplete her energy and then immediately dodged away.

At first, Yan Wanqing managed with ease, until she started to struggle after two individuals dressed in grey attacked her.

Dead Soldiers!

These two were Dead Soldiers!

The more Yan Wanqing fought, the more frightened she became, and eventually, she had no choice but to toss Wu Zhen aside.

Wu Zhen fell into the rain, clutching his throat and coughing loudly.

Seeing Yan Wanqing struggling in her fight against the crowd, she laughed viciously and yelled, "Kill her! Kill this enchantress! We’ll all share the gold mine!"

The people inside the door saw their master getting hit and rushed out armed as well, but as they were merely ordinary people, they were soon cut down across the waist by the rough men with weapons on the steps.

The rain continued to pour.

The patter crashed onto the ground, where blood mingled with the water, and the cries and pleas for mercy sounded pitiful and lowly through the sheet of rain.

Gradually, only Yan Wanqing remained standing.

Amidst relentless waves of attackers, she now bore numerous large and small wounds on her body. The bloodstains on her light-colored gown looked particularly horrific.

Stormy Building must have been betrayed.

She hadn’t expected this group to have some skill, to actually determine the location of Stormy Building.

At this point, Hong Wu and Piji had not yet appeared, their fates unknown.

Thinking this, the deadly intent in Yan Wanqing’s eyes intensified.

She wanted these people dead!

"Yan Wanqing!" Huai Xinmei stood in the pouring rain, shouting at her with a ferocious smile curving her bright red lips.

She was like a scorpion spirit, smug and triumphant.

"They say you’re a female Zhuge Liang, full of schemes. You’re so clever with your plans, but I bet you never expected to end up in this plight, did you?"

Hampered by the relentless attacks of the Dead Soldiers, Yan Wanqing was constrained from moving. Otherwise, with her current fury, she would have gone straight for Huai Xinmei’s throat to chop it off!

"After your death, I will ensure that your maids and sisters are well taken care of. You needn’t worry," Huai Xinmei said with a sinister laugh.

With a gesture from her, the group surged through the gate like a stream of fish!

Yan Wanqing, trapped and unable to extricate herself, tried to come to their aid but received more wounds on her body.

She raised her hand and struck down hard on the head of a grey-clad figure in front of her, ending his life. Then, she was violently slashed at the waist by another grey figure from behind. Enduring the pain, she swung back with a punch straight to the assailant’s chest, shattering his heart!

This was the first time she had fought to kill so recklessly, without any measure.

"Radiant Church." Yan Wanqing realized the gravity of the situation and, under the rain, she looked at Huai Xinmei: "You’ve actually colluded with the Radiant Church!"

"You’re indeed clever," Huai Xinmei said, finding no reason to hide anymore given the circumstances.

This is bad!

Huai Yu had just been carried inside by the Angel Envoy!

Yan Wanqing’s complexion turned pale. She struck out at someone charging towards her, then leaped over the wall. Seeing this, the Dead Soldiers followed quickly with their cleavers in pursuit—