Chapter 50: Yue E Draws Her Blade! In the Dire Situation, the Mother Remains Resolute

Wooo— Woof! Woof woof!

Before Ma Liu could speak, the Jin Hu on the kang sprang up, its fur bristling all over.

It let out a fierce, rapid bark at the three people at the doorway!

Its tiny body erupted with astonishing vigor, teeth bared, a threatening low growl issuing from its throat, poised to pounce and bite at any moment!

Its body trembled slightly with anger and Fear, yet it leapt down from the kang in a sudden burst!

It knew it was still weak, but it still stood resolutely in front of Lin Yue'e and Xiao Xue.

Facing the advancing Ma Liu, it bared its immature yet sharp fangs, emitting an even fiercer low growl and bark!

"Yo, you even kept a creature that can bark?" Ma Liu was startled by the sudden fierce barking, then sneered, his face full of contempt.

He raised a wooden stick toward Jin Hu, "Little beast, get out of the way! If you bark again, I'll stew you first! Looking for death!"

His gaze hardened, enraged by the reckless little dog, he lifted his foot clad in clumsy cotton shoes and delivered a hard kick at the tiny figure!

Jin Hu reacted extremely fast, twisting at the last moment to dodge the vital spot, but the massive force still slammed into its hind leg!

Aooo—!

Jin Hu let out an unbearably mournful wail, its small body tossed like a torn sack, crashing heavily into the pile of firewood in the corner, then rolling onto the floor.

It struggled to rise, but its left hind leg twisted at a bizarre angle, limp and hanging, unable to bear weight, only convulsing uselessly on the ground, emitting a painful whimper.

A pair of eyes stared fixedly at Ma Liu, filled with unyielding anger and excruciating pain. Blood quickly seeped from its mouth corner, staining the white fur on its chin.

"Jin Hu!" Lin Yue'e and Xiao Xue both let out heart‑rending screams, tears streaming from their eyes. Xiao Xue was so frightened she wailed loudly.

"Damn, you still want to bite me?"

Ma Liu spat, feeling even more humiliated, swung his arm, his gaze turning to the pale‑faced Lin Yue'e, his lewd grin widening: "Little woman, it's your turn now!"

He ordered Zhao Lao San and Zhao Lao Wu: "Attack! First restrain that woman! All the valuable items and meat, bring them to me!"

Zhao Lao San and Zhao Lao Wu immediately lunged like starving wolves, letting out excited snarls, crudely ransacking the cabinets.

The cabinet doors were yanked open, and several stacked old clothes were ripped out and tossed onto the floor.

The bedding on the kang was also overturned.

Zhao Lao San kicked the rice sack in the corner, tearing a hole; the white rice mixed with soil and dust scattered everywhere—this was the family's remaining rations, the premium rice that Lu Qingshan had specially bought.

Zhao Lao Wu even uncovered dozens of coins and some grain coupons hidden in the kang cabinet, the household funds left by Lu Qingshan.

"Six brother! Money!" Zhao Lao Wu shouted excitedly.

Ma Liu then stepped toward the edge of the kang, his footsteps echoing unusually clearly in the silent house.

His gaze seemed glued to Lin Yue'e, scanning her up and down without restraint.

Finally it settled on Lin Yue'e's face, where she cradled her trembling daughter yet still clutched her fiercely, revealing a nauseatingly lewd grin.

"Yue E sister, your man is not here, in this freezing cold, let the brothers pamper you…" his filthy hand already reached for the kang edge, baring yellow teeth, lunging straight for Lin Yue'e's arm.

"Get away!" Lin Yue'e screamed, somehow summoning strength, and forcefully shoved Ma Liu's hand away.

Several streaks of blood instantly appeared on his filthy back of the hand.

Ma Liu licked the blood from his hand, chuckled, and the wicked fire in his eyes flared brighter.

"Enough spicy! This is exactly my taste!" He was drooling, then lunged again.

Lin Yue'e's heart sank completely.

She saw the convulsing, blood‑splattered Jin Hu on the ground, heard Xiao Xue's heart‑rending cries, and beheld Ma Liu's nauseating face.

A cold hatred mixed with despair exploded from the marrow of her bones.

She must not let him succeed!

If she dies, what about Xiao Xue?

She spun around sharply, snatching the gleaming kitchen knife from the stove.

The icy handle gripped in her hand made her trembling arm a bit rigid.

The blade flashed coldly under the oil lamp.

"Everyone stay back!"

She held the knife with both hands, her arms shaking violently, eyes bulging with bloodshot veins, voice hoarse and sharp.

"Don't move!"

She kept Xiao Xue tightly behind her, the knife tip pointed straight at Ma Liu, taking no step back.

Zhao Lao San and Zhao Lao Wu were startled by this stance, halting their rummaging, looking at each other in confusion.

Ma Liu hadn't expected these usually submissive women to brandish a knife; he froze for a moment, then became angry and ashamed.

"You've turned on us! How dare you threaten me with a knife? Brothers, what are you standing around for? Hold her down for me!"

The neighboring Qian Guapu's heart pounded in fright as she peered through the door crack.

Seeing Lin Yue'e lift the kitchen knife, she hunched her neck, quickly slammed the door latch, retreated into the room, yet felt an indescribable thrill.

Inside the house the standoff continued, when sudden rapid footsteps sounded from the courtyard, and a halting yet unusually urgent voice called out.

"St—stop! Wh—what are you doing!"

It was Liu Fugui!

He kept returning home feeling increasingly uneasy, always sensing something would go wrong, so he turned back to check.

Just upon reaching the doorway he saw this terrifying scene, his calves trembling.

Seeing Lin Yue'e and Xiao Xue, recalling Lu Qingshan's kindness, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the firebrand in the corner and rushed in.

Though he was thin and the stick trembled, he still blocked the doorway.

"You—you're bullying people!"

Ma Liu turned his head, saw the skinny monkey‑like Liu Fugui, and sneered: "Where did that little wimp come from, get out of the way!"

At the same time, Lu Qingshan, a few miles from the village, felt a sudden jolt in his chest!

Mountain Wild Heart in his chest thumped wildly, like being burned by fire.

A strong sense of unease instantly flooded him.

That feeling was crystal clear, pointing toward home—extremely dangerous!

Something went wrong!

Lin Yue'e and Xiao Xue!

His mind buzzed, and without thinking he hurled the dozens‑of‑kilograms‑heavy sack on his shoulder hard into the snow.

Money?

Ticket?

Nonsense!

Can't even match a single hair of Lin Yue'e and Xiao Xue!

"Lin Yue'e! Xiao Xue!"

He shouted, his voice changing pitch, his legs unleashing unprecedented power, like an arrow shot from a bow rushing toward the village.

Snow splashed, cold wind rushed into his lungs like a knife, yet he felt no pain; only one thought in his mind: Faster! Even faster!

He surged back to the village entrance like a gust of wind, charging to his own courtyard.

His whole body exhaled rolling heat, his chest heaved violently like a bellows, sweat soaked his hair and forehead, freezing into frost in the icy air.

The first thing he saw was the smashed courtyard gate!

From inside came Lin Yue'e's scream, Xiao Xue's sobbing, and a man's filthy vulgarities.

And a faint whimper, like a little puppy's whine stabbing his heart—Jin Hu!

A surge of blood‑chi rushed up to Lu Qingshan's crown.

Darkness clouded his vision, and everything in his sight seemed covered with a layer of blood‑red.

In those eyes, long‑traveled and now blood‑veined, only icy, bone‑piercing murderous intent remained.

He saw clearly the scene inside the house:

Ma Liu's sneering face was right beside the kang.

Zhao Lao San and Zhao Lao Wu had knocked Liu Fugui to the ground;

Lin Yue'e clutched a knife, trembling like a leaf in the wind;

Xiao Xue curled behind her, sobbing breathlessly;

In the corner, Jin Hu curled up, a small pool of glaring dark red beneath him!

A terrifying aura burst from Lu Qingshan, roaring outward—cold, bone‑piercing, bearing the ferocity and viciousness of a mountain beast.

The wind in the courtyard seemed to pause for a moment, the air appeared to solidify.

"Who—he—mother—dares—move—my—family!"

The voice was low, hoarse from running and extremely suppressed, yet it pierced every ear like an ice spear, carrying a murderous aura like a sea of corpses and blood.

The house fell silent instantly, a pin could be heard dropping.

Ma Liu, Zhao Lao San, and Zhao Lao Wu all froze, their lecherous smiles and arrogance solidified, as if their throats had been strangled.

Even Liu Fugui forgot fear, staring dumbly at the doorway figure that seemed to have crawled out of hell, bristling with killing intent.

Lin Yue'e heard that familiar voice, and her tense body shivered sharply.

Tears burst forth, but she bit her lips hard, not crying out.

Xiao Xue also stopped crying, sobbing, and timidly shouted, "…Dad!"