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"Everyone, stop! Don't move!" The man behind me shouted hoarsely.
It was unmistakably the voice of the leader who had just been fighting with Han Meilan. In the blink of an eye, he had silently circled around to my back, which was truly incredible.
"Stop!" He reiterated, gripping my shoulder and pushing me out from behind the low wall. "Put down your weapon, or this woman's life will be forfeit!"
I suppressed the ache in my body and surveyed the situation around me. It seemed that the black-clad man had arrived just a moment too late, as most of his men were already on the ground, rolling in pain. The remaining three or four, seeing that our side had ceased fighting, attempted to move forward to take control but were frozen in place by Luo Dachun's icy glare.
What would happen next? Even I could read that implication from his gaze, and I couldn't help but shiver. I had never seen Luo Dachun with such a look; he seemed suddenly foreign, completely detached from the "spring" implied in his name.
"Who are you?" Luo Dachun's cold voice rang out, sounding somewhat terrifying.
"We're from Snowfall Villa. If you have no involvement, please allow us to proceed," the Black-Clad Leader replied hoarsely.
"Snowfall Villa?" A hint of cold laughter appeared on Luo Dachun's face. "What is this? Trying to eliminate competitors and monopolize business?"
The black-clad man remained silent, tacitly acknowledging the accusation.
Luo Dachun laughed heartily. "Trying to frame someone? You’re doing quite well at it; others might believe you. Unfortunately for you, you've encountered someone you shouldn't have. Do you know how much Snowfall Villa is worth? If they truly wanted to dominate business, they wouldn't need to shed blood at all. Underestimating Snowfall Villa will only lead to your downfall."
"Cousin!" Han Meilan called out from a distance, her voice sweet yet firm. "If they're not involved, there's no need to speak for them!"
Luo Dachun's expression softened slightly, and his voice became a bit gentler. "Release the woman in your grasp, and I will spare your lives."
Theoretically, the situation was already leaning in our favor; this black-clad man was merely using my life as leverage to secure an escape route for his men. Now that Luo Dachun had indicated he would let them go if I was released, I didn't feel particularly tense. At that moment, I found myself contemplating how to explain my release to my idol once I was free.
Little did I know that I had underestimated these thugs from Snowfall Villa; it turned out they were not seeking an escape route at all.
Suddenly, my body stiffened as I distinctly felt a murderous gaze directed at me from behind. The black-clad man holding me also froze momentarily before bursting into a long laugh.
"Alright! Then let me show you what the Snowstorm Blade is all about!"
At the moment he said this, I heard Han Meilan let out a sharp scream. I noticed the expressions of Nie Qiuyuan and Luo Dachun suddenly change dramatically. I felt the hand pressing on my wrist loosen, and then a chill swept through many parts of my body.
I was stunned. What was happening? Why did it seem like everyone was calling my name?
In that instant, I suddenly felt excruciating pain radiating from multiple parts of my body into my brain. It hurt so much that I let out a terrible scream.
I could hear my own voice, which sounded quite heart-wrenching and unpleasant. Then I saw blood splattering from my body, and a thin dagger was lodged in my left abdomen.
The figure in black swiftly raised his hand and pulled the dagger out. I clutched my stomach and fell backward. It dawned on me that this person had stabbed me multiple times in different places in the blink of an eye. I hadn’t even had time to feel the pain before he was done.
It turned out I had become a target for him to showcase his knife skills; how unfortunate.
At that moment, I heard a furious roar and saw Luo Dachun sway before us. He lightly pushed out a palm, which seemed to lack strength, but when it struck the figure in black, he was suddenly sent flying back as if hit by a shockwave, crashing against the earthen wall with a loud bang.
The strike didn’t end there; his body followed the figure in black and flashed to the wall's side. With a swift motion, he thrust his sword directly through the black-clad man's left shoulder, pinning him firmly against the wall.
Everything felt so abnormal. Luo Dachun, such a warm person—what kind of brutal scene was this? Moreover, an intense chill radiated from him, more chilling than the icy winds of deep winter.
All of this happened just as I fell. Instead of hitting the ground heavily as I imagined, someone caught me in their arms.
Even though I fell into a soft embrace, I still screamed in pain.
"Liuying, Liuying, don’t move! Swallow it!" I recognized Nie Qiuyuan's voice as I felt strong fingers quickly sealing several acupoints on my body. I sensed bitter pills being shoved into my mouth. But the pain at the injury was so intense that my whole body trembled.
Because every part of me hurt, I couldn’t even tell where I was injured or if it was critical. Strangely enough, my mind was very clear. I saw Nie Qiuyuan's face close to mine; his voice was both anxious and gentle.
"Listen to me, Liuying, it's okay, don't be afraid! You have seven wounds in total, none of them are life-threatening. The worst one is in your lower left abdomen, but it hasn't damaged any vital organs. So you'll be fine! I'm here, don't be scared, do you hear me, Liuying?"
I nodded blankly, but I also had a wound on my shoulder, and nodding nearly brought my tears to the surface. Nie Qiuyuan held me gently, trying not to touch my injuries. His brow furrowed tighter with concern.
At that moment, I heard a "hiss" from over there, and saw that the black-clad assailant's right sleeve had been cut open, the black fabric flying up and shredding into countless tiny pieces. A cold voice rang out: "Isn't that the technique from Snowfall Villa? Isn't it meant to carve away the flesh and blood of a Living Person? Then you should watch closely, Snowstorm Blade, and see if it is as clumsy as you wield it!"
To my surprise, Luo Dachun was holding a slender, thin short knife in his hand, about a foot long. With the appearance of this blade, the temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees, becoming extremely cold.
Han Meilan's voice rang out not far away as she cried out sharply, "Cousin, no!"
Along with her call came the long, piercing scream of the black-clad man.
I couldn't see what happened at that moment because Nie Qiuyuan suddenly covered my eyes with his hand. He leaned close to my ear and softly said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
His voice was light but had a calming effect that somehow drowned out the man's horrific wails, making everything seem less terrifying. But it was merely an illusion; when he moved his fingers away, what I saw froze me in place.
In that instant, the black-clad man's exposed right arm was gone. No, "gone" wasn't accurate; rather, all the flesh from his right arm had vanished without a trace, leaving only bright red blood flowing down along his pale bones—a sight that was utterly shocking.
I could see Luo Dachun's profile; it was a face I didn't recognize at all—so cold and detached. Blood splattered across his face as the slender knife in his hand glinted ominously. Blood dripped from the blade into the dirt beneath him, appearing especially gruesome under the dim light.
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