Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Chapter 1346: Chapter 1348: Killing and Gnawing on Corpses_1

”Madam, are you all right?” the morning breeze asked anxiously.

”We’re fine. You guys go ahead and clear out the people outside, and show no mercy!” Bai Ruozhu said loudly. Since they were there to assassinate her and they weren’t openly from the Holy Guard, their swords had no eyes. She reasoned that there was nothing wrong with killing them all to save her own life, and she was curious to see what kind of rage this would provoke from the Holy Hall.

The sounds of fighting and screams kept coming from outside, and from the noises, it was clear that the Holy Guards were continually falling. Many of them had inhaled a bit of Bai Ruozhu’s poison, causing their inner strength to be somewhat impaired—how could they be a match for the fully victorious morning breeze and his companions? And the ”most powerful” among them, Jin Jing, had already fled.

Jiang Yichun rushed into the room like the wind and embraced Bai Ruozhu tightly, his voice trembling slightly as he said, ”You’re unharmed, thank goodness.”

Feeling his body tremble ever so slightly, she knew he must have been terribly worried, and her heart was touched with affection and filled with guilt.

”I’m really fine. Have you forgotten that I know Maoshan Taoist Magic?” she whispered and even winked at him.

Jiang Yichun was amused by his little woman’s behavior, and the tension in his heart eased, the nervousness dissipated, and his body relaxed.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked on her head forcefully, saying fiercely, ”See if you run off again next time. From now on, you have to stay by my side every step of the way!”

Bai Ruozhu grimaced in pain as she covered her forehead, making a sound of agreement, a bit aggrieved. Hmm, considering he had been scared out of his wits for her, she decided not to hold it against him.

Nilu let out a feeble groan from the side and said, ”Master, won’t you save me too?”

Bai Ruozhu displayed an embarrassed look; after all, Nilu had taken a sword strike for her, and she had forgotten to treat his wounds, which was really inexcusable.

”In the nick of time earlier, Nilu blocked a sword strike from Jin Jing for me.” She gently pushed Jiang Yichun aside and went over to apply needles to Nilu to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, Nilu’s wounds, although severe, had not reached his internal organs. The wounds went straight through from front to back, but Jin Jing’s sword was narrow, leaving only a small wound.

Bai Ruozhu also applied the best Golden Wound Medicine to him, then called Muyu, who just happened to come in, to help wrap up his wounds.

”Nilu, who would have thought you were so loyal, even taking a sword strike for the madam,” Muyu said while dressing the wound, praising Nilu.

Nilu had lost a lot of blood and his face was pale with weakness, but he spoke feebly yet with a hint of pride: ”Who do you think I, Nilu, am? Protecting my master’s safety is what we subordinates should do. Not to mention getting injured, even if it cost me my life, I would have to step up.”

Look at that, such declarations of loyalty.

Muyu chuckled twice and said, ”Stop kidding around, you’re afraid that if the madam had an accident, no one would be able to cure your poison, right?”

Nilu looked as if his secret had been exposed, his face flashing an embarrassed color, but he quickly regained his composure. ”How could that be!”

Bai Ruozhu watched from the side, amused. Today’s events had passed without real danger, and she knew Nilu had saved her partly because of the poison. Nonetheless, she felt a fresh wave of appreciation for Nilu; if Nilu kept his ambitions in check, she would not mistreat him in the future.

By now, the cleanup outside was mostly finished. The intense fighting here had already alerted the city guards and the royal palace, and Lian Jia had rushed over as well.

Jiang Yichun came forward to explain: ”My wife came here to trade goods with Boss Yakebu when, unexpectedly, some criminals attempted to rob and kill her, even going so far as trying to burn my wife and Boss Yakebu alive. Fortunately, I brought people just in time to prevent a tragedy.”

Lian Jia glanced over and knew at a glance that those killed were Holy Guards from the Holy Hall, but seeing Jiang Yichun claim they were criminals, he didn’t want to contradict him. He told the city guard’s patrol team leader, ”I’m afraid it was mountain bandits or people from the Barbarian Clan who infiltrated. Such murderers and robbers deserved to be killed. You city guards should be more vigilant in the future to prevent such bandits from infiltrating Gaochang City again.”

”Yes, your subordinate obeys the order,” the City Defense Team Leader said respectfully.

Do not underestimate Lian Jia just because he is the captain of the royal palace guards. His military rank is not low; in the Western Regions, the size of a military position is mainly determined by one’s rank.

In the end, the city guards took away the corpses, leaving no ”thieves” alive. They didn’t have the opportunity to reveal that they were Holy Guards of the Holy Hall, nor did anyone know they were Holy Guards from the Holy Hall—perhaps only on the surface no one did.

One thing puzzled Bai Ruozhu a great deal. Wasn’t the Holy Hall very domineering, and the great elder very cautious about his reputation? Why didn’t he show up for such a big incident? Why didn’t he find an excuse to rescue his people and then pin a murder charge on her?

To say that the people of the Holy Hall were ruthless and disregarded their subordinates could make sense, but given their absolute power, it wouldn’t be that they dared not come forward, would it?

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Near the Holy Hall, Jin Jing covered her face and snuck into a nearby alley. She had escaped back to the Holy Hall, but in the end, didn’t enter.

She staggered deeper into the alley, her steps looking very difficult, and the skin exposed outside was even bluer than before, without a hint of blood.

At that moment, a figure followed behind her. She was seriously injured and preoccupied with her own situation, not realizing she was being tracked.

A middle-aged man ran to open his door after a knock. As soon as he opened it, the sight of Jin Jing standing outside scared him out of his wits, but before he could cry out, a hand fiercely grasped his throat, rendering all his struggles useless.

Soon, the man stopped breathing. Jin Jing released her grip, and the man’s body dropped limply to the ground.

”Such an old man, stinks to death.” Jin Jing wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she didn’t stop her actions. She leaned over the man’s body and started to gnaw on his flesh like a beast.

The blue tint on her face slowly faded, and the patches of pale flesh revealed by her torn clothes began to heal. It turned out that eating human flesh enabled her to recover!

She stood up from the ground, retched a few times toward the corpse, and said with a look of disgust, ”If it weren’t for the severity of my injuries leaving me no choice, I wouldn’t eat your stinking body, the flesh so old and tough. How could it compare to the delicacy of a young maiden’s tender skin?”

”The Holy Hall has raised a cannibalistic monster; now that’s really good news,” a voice sounded from behind her, frightening her into a jolting turn, baring her teeth, ready to kill the speaker.

But she didn’t expect that behind her stood Sangta and his white tiger. The white tiger opened its mouth at Jin Jing and growled a warning.

Panic flickered in Jin Jing’s eyes. Sangta had left a deep shadow in her mind. She didn’t even dare to seek revenge against him, constantly telling herself she had to kill Bai Ruozhu instead. It was all that woman’s fault since she didn’t dare to think she could fight Sangta!

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