Chapter 134

Truly a deeply moving sibling bond! But in front of me, all of this is futile!

Before his words even finished, he kicked toward Jiang Xiaoyu.

Jiang Xiaoyu was already injured; how could she withstand this violent blow?

She fell heavily to the ground, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xiao Yu!

Jiang Xiaoyu struggled to her feet, tightly gripping the Gold Snake Sword in her hand.

Although she was no match for the man, she would never give up!

Come on!

Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes were icy, she stared at the man without a trace of fear.

The man looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, his eyes gaining a hint of mockery.

He wasn't in a hurry to kill her; instead, he began to toy with Jiang Xiaoyu, intending to slowly torture her to death.

His figure flickered unpredictably, sword light flashing as he circled around Jiang Xiaoyu.

Each strike was just right—it wouldn't kill her outright, but it made her feel endless pain.

Jiang Xiaoyu's body was covered in wounds, her clothes stained red with blood, yet she gritted her teeth and persisted, refusing to fall.

If she fell, her brother would have no hope of survival.

Xiao Yu, stop fighting! You're no match for him—run!

Jiang Xiaomu shouted hoarsely.

Jiang Xiaoyu ignored Jiang Xiaomu's shout, her eyes resolute.

She wielded the Gold Snake Sword tightly, attacking the man over and over.

The man's eyes clearly showed growing impatience.

What a tenacious ant! Since you seek death so eagerly, I'll grant it!

Before his words even finished, his figure vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind Jiang Xiaoyu and struck her back with a palm.

"Pfft!" Jiang Xiaoyu spat another mouthful of blood, slammed heavily into a large tree, then slowly slid down to the ground.

She felt as if all her bones were shattered, her organs displaced, and her consciousness began to blur.

Xiao Yu!

Jiang Xiaomu struggled desperately, trying to crawl to Jiang Xiaoyu's side.

The man stepped toward Jiang Xiaoyu, his eyes flashing with cruelty.

It's over, little girl!

He raised his long sword, the tip pointing at Jiang Xiaoyu's throat.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

A black shadow flashed past like lightning, a long whip coiling around the man's arm like a poisonous snake.

With a hard yank! The man's tall body was flung violently away.

He tumbled awkwardly on the ground a few times, barely stabilizing his stance, and looked at the newcomer with a face full of shock.

Ye Ying?!

Jiang Xiaomu was overjoyed and astonished, his expression like that of a drowning person clutching a lifeline.

The man obviously recognized Ye Ying as well; his expression stiffened, his eyes flashing with killing intent, but he quickly returned to a cold smile.

Hmph, perfect timing—new and old grudges, I'll settle them all today!

Having said that, he raised his sword and thrust at Ye Ying.

Ye Ying's form was light, she continually dodged, her whip precisely striking the man's wounds.

"Crack!" the whip lashed hard onto the man's shoulder wound.

The man winced in pain, his movements slowing.

Ye Ying seized the opportunity to close in, her whip coiling like a spirit snake around the man's wrist, she twisted hard—'crack!'—his wrist snapped.

Ah!

The man let out another anguished cry, his long sword clattering to the ground.

He clutched his severed wrist, his face ashen, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The man's wounds multiplied, blood staining his clothes, his whole body swaying on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Xiaomu watched from the side, dumbfounded—he hadn't expected Ye Ying to be so formidable!

Soon, the drug's effect in the man's body began to wear off, his movements growing increasingly sluggish.

His breathing grew more ragged. He realized he was doomed today!

Pfft!

Ye Ying's whip lashed hard again at the man's chest; he spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed limp.

Ye Ying did not rush forward to finish him off; instead, she coldly stared at him, her eyes devoid of pity.

The man struggled to lift his head, staring at Ye Ying!

It seems today I cannot escape calamity.

He suddenly drew a dagger from his bosom and viciously stabbed it toward his own heart!

Pfft!

The dagger sank into his chest, blood gushing forth.

The man's eyes widened, his body convulsed violently a few times, then he fell still.

Jiang Xiaomu stared in shock at the scene—he never imagined the man would choose suicide!

Ye Ying also started slightly; she obviously hadn't expected the man to be so resolute.

Brother, are you alright?

Jiang Xiaoyu's weak voice came through.

Jiang Xiaomu then remembered his sister; he hurriedly crawled to Jiang Xiaoyu's side to check her injuries.

Jiang Xiaoyu's injuries were severe; her shoulder was pierced by a sword, staining her clothes red with blood.

Her face was pallid, her breathing faint; she was clearly at the end of her rope.

Xiaoyu, how are you?

Jiang Xiaomu asked anxiously.

Brother, I… I'm fine… Jiang Xiaoyu said weakly:

You… you hurry and go…

Go? If we go, we go together! Jiang Xiaomu said firmly:

I won't abandon you!

Ye Ying walked up to Jiang Xiaomu and said coldly:

Your sister's injuries are serious; she needs prompt treatment.

The noisy footsteps approached from afar; Li Wenqing arrived at the scene with a group of constables, panting.

What's going on?!

Li Wenqing glanced at the scene: a man lay on the ground with a dagger lodged in his chest, blood soaking his clothes, a shocking sight.

Jiang Xiaoyu's face was pallid, her shoulder wound still oozing blood, while Jiang Xiaomu clung tightly to her, dazed.

Experienced Li Wenqing immediately grasped the situation, his face stern as he ordered:

Pei Dongyong, take a team to clean up the scene and bring the corpse back for autopsy.

Others, take Mr. Jiang and Miss Jiang to Doctor Li's clinic!

The constables sprang into action, and the scene instantly bustled with activity.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Ye Ying slipped away unnoticed.

As Jiang Xiaomu was lifted onto the stretcher, his consciousness began to blur.

He felt himself floating in midair, a buzzing in his ears, and everything before his eyes twisted and distorted.

He struggled to focus his mind and activate the system's healing, but his body, drained of too much blood, grew heavier and heavier, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead, unable to muster any strength.

Xiaoyu… system… heal…

He murmured intermittently, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

Mr. Jiang, don't speak; we're almost at the clinic, hold on!

Li Wenqing simply wiped the blood from Jiang Xiaomu's face.

Finally, Jiang Xiaomu's vision went black and he lost consciousness completely.

In the crude clinic, a heavy scent of medicinal herbs permeated the air.

Under the dim oil lamp, Jiang Xiaomu lay on the sickbed, his face as pale as paper.

The doctor treated his wound, bandaged it, then shook his head helplessly: "He's lost too much blood and suffered a fright; whether he can pull through depends on his own fate."