Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 91 This woman is mentally ill (1)

"Mother, Fifth Brother, where are you two going?"

Yang Miaoqing's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this voice. Song Zhen's body trembled violently, his pupils trembling as if there was an earthquake, and the hearts of both mother and son sank.

Why is Song Yan here? The Japanese pirates should have surrounded the Luo family by now?

Luo Tianyi, Gu Banxia, ​​Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu lined up behind Song Yan, blocking the entrance to the dungeon tightly.

Song Yan had a faint smile on his face, not a hint of hostility. He even politely bowed to Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen, "My Lady Legitimate Mother, what are you doing? Are you planning to escape from prison with my fifth brother?"

I glanced at Song Zhen. He hadn't changed his clothes in about a month. The fabric had lost its original color and was clumped together in black. His hair was frizzy and rough, and I could even see some tiny bugs jumping around on his head. Could they be fleas?

A hand gently fanned his nose; the smell was a little unbearable. "How did Fifth Brother become like this? Back then, Fifth Brother was so high-spirited and full of vigor, dressed in fine clothes. Everyone who saw him would call him a handsome young man... Well, people always have to pay the price for their actions. Who told you to kill Seventh Brother? Otherwise, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Fifth brother, you should repent in prison and try to be a good person in the future."

hiss.

Song Zhen's body trembled at the sarcastic voice. What does it mean to be a good person in the future? If he can't escape today, he will have no future.

Seeing Song Yan, a loser who had been bullied since childhood, now dared to humiliate him like this, Song Zhen felt as if something in his chest suddenly exploded, and a burning sensation rushed to his head: "Song Yan...it's you. You are the reason why I became like this."

"It was you who chopped off Song Yun's head..."

"You are just a bastard, a bastard, why don't you die, why don't you die?"

The howling sounded shrill and resentful.

Why can this bastard be so nonchalant after hurting me so badly, as if nothing happened?

The calmer he appeared, the stronger the hatred in Song Zhen's heart.

Song Yan exhaled and looked at Song Zhen with some pity: "Fifth brother, don't talk nonsense. It was obviously you who killed Seventh brother. I know you want to escape the blame, but we are brothers. You can't put the blame on me."

Seeing that Song Yan did not take action but had no intention of giving way, Yang Miaoqing became anxious. The longer the situation dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them. They had to leave here as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Miaoqing slowly said, "Song Yan, as your legitimate mother, I order you to move aside."

"As long as you step aside, I will let go of the past and write it off."

Song Yan was stunned, then he burst out laughing at an inappropriate time. He laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

It was unknown how long had passed before Song Yan's laughter gradually subsided, leaving only violent gasps. Song Yan then looked up at Yang Miaoqing, and his originally gentle expression gradually became gloomy and ferocious. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and as cold as a poisonous snake.

"Yang Miaoqing, bitch!"

Yang Miaoqing's face darkened. Even though she no longer held the same status as before, no one had ever dared to insult her in front of her like this:
"How dare you! You are so arrogant!"

Song Yan grinned, "Oh, Yang Miaoqing, I really don't know where you got the nerve to say something like writing it off completely."

"You killed my biological mother."

"You have tried to murder me dozens of times since I was a child. If it weren't for my good luck, I would have died at your hands countless times."

"My sister disappeared because of you."

"You're telling me it's over now? It's too late!"

Yang Miaoqing became increasingly anxious, her gaze constantly glancing behind Song Yan. She didn't know what the current situation was like in the county, but whether the pirates found their way here or the jailer returned, it would be extremely bad for them.

"What will it take for you to get out of my way? You want money? I'll give you whatever you want."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, the distortion on his face gradually relaxing. "Money is something I never think is too much." This seemed to be Captain Jia's famous saying; it didn't matter. "But you and Song Zhen don't need to pay. Just give me your life... My mother died beside me, and I cried beside her...

Don’t you like doing this kind of thing the most? So when I kill Song Zhen in front of you, you will definitely be very happy, right? "

"Don't worry, I'm a soft-hearted person. After killing Song Zhen, I will reunite your family. I swear."

Perhaps to vent his feelings, he talked a lot. It seemed that he had never spoken as unscrupulously as he did today.

That calm face and cold eyes made Yang Miaoqing's body tremble inexplicably, and her throat felt tight. She already knew that Song Yan would never let them go.

He glanced at Song Yan's side. There were only five people there. Song Yan was just a coward with no fighting ability and could be ignored. The maid could also be ignored.

Luo Tianyi is quite powerful and not easy to deal with. The most troublesome ones may be those two men.

But there are more people on our side, more than twenty.

Twenty to five, the advantage is mine.

Although some people might die, they would still be able to break out in the end. Thinking of this, Yang Miaoqing was about to give the order, but at this moment...

Puff! The dull sound of a blade piercing the body broke the momentary silence of the dungeon.

Yang Miaoqing's body trembled, and the severe pain made her noble face twisted into a ball.

She lowered her head in disbelief, and a short knife stabbed into her abdomen from the side.

Drops of sticky blood fell to the ground along the blade. On the handle were a few slender, white fingers. Looking along the arm, Yang Siyao's face suddenly came into view.

Smiling at Yang Miaoqing, Yang Siyao tiptoed and floated away to Song Yan's side.

Sister-in-law Luo Tianyi frowned, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with Yang Siyao's closeness to Song Yan.

But the current situation is a bit special, so I didn't say anything in the end.

In fact, Yang Siyao didn't need to take action. She could just do nothing, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu would be able to kill all these people. But sometimes, a token of allegiance is necessary.

There was a noisy sound in the crowd. Yang Miaoqing trembled. The wound was not in a fatal place like the heart or neck. She would not die immediately. It might take a quarter of an hour, or even two quarters of an hour.

Pressing the wound with one hand, Yang Miaoqing raised her pale face and said, "Siyao, you...how could you do this to me? I'm even willing to let Zhen'er marry you!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Even Luo Tianyi opened her mouth slightly, shocked. No, is this woman mentally ill?

Yang Siyao spread her hands and said, "Aunt, you don't think that everyone in Ningguo treats Song Zhen as a treasure like you do, do you?"

"Even when Song Zhen was normal, I wouldn't look down on such a useless man. What's more, Song Zhen is just a useless person now, and a murderer. Do you think that letting me marry Song Zhen is a blessing to me?"

A hint of viciousness flashed in Yang Miaoqing's eyes. She would never allow anyone to humiliate her son, but now was not the time to dwell on such matters: "Protect Zhen'er and rush out."

The next moment, more than twenty guards and maids around him swarmed towards the dungeon entrance. These people were all die-hard fans of Yang Miaoqing, and some even had the tendency to be death warriors. Their eyes instantly turned red, and they rushed forward with weapons such as short knives and daggers in their hands, slashing or stabbing. Although there was no pattern, it would definitely not feel good to be hit by them.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu both had grim smiles on their faces.

These two men also came from the military, and unlike ordinary soldiers, they were fierce generals even on the battlefield... not commanders, but the type who charged into battle. Originally, upon learning of the Japanese pirates' attack on Ningping, they had longed to challenge those dwarfs to a swordfight, but had missed the opportunity to protect Song Yan. Now that there was still a chance to see some bloodshed, they naturally didn't hesitate.

The next moment, the two men took a step forward, their eyes wide with anger, emitting a fierce and brutal aura that could only be cultivated on the battlefield. Although there was no actual damage, the movements of more than 20 people in the dungeon corridor suddenly paused, and the madness subsided a lot.

Then there were two clanging sounds, and two shiny long swords were drawn out at the same time. One person split Huashan with his strength, and the other swept through thousands of troops.

puff.

Click!
Of the two people rushing in the front, one was cut in half, and the other was even more miserable, with his skull broken open and his entire head split in two.

Rich blood spurted out instantly, and the walls on both sides were dyed a rich scarlet.

Wang Qingshan's purge of Yang Miaoqing's men was too severe. Although there were still more than 20 people who slipped through the net, the strength of these people was very average. There was not even a qualified warrior among them. How could they resist the ferocious Zhang Long and Zhao Hu?

Puff, puff, puff...

All around were the sounds of knives cutting into flesh, and from time to time one could see arms and heads rising into the sky.

Every time the blade was raised and lowered, a life was declared over. No one could resist it even once. The number of people in the corridor was decreasing at an extremely terrifying speed.

Broken limbs and bodies flew everywhere, and in an instant the dungeon had turned into a hell on earth.

Although Yang Miaoqing was stabbed, he was still able to hold on. Facing such a brutal enemy, he was filled with horror and involuntarily stepped back.

On the other side, an old servant was supporting Song Zhen.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer men blocking his way, suddenly, a silver knife light penetrated through the layers of blood mist and passed across the old servant's neck like lightning.

The old servant's body instantly stiffened in place, motionless. After a few breaths, his head fell to the ground with a gurgle. Losing his support, Song Zhen fell to the ground.

Poor thing, the injuries on his arms and legs had not yet healed, and this fall directly hit the wounds, with broken bones piercing his flesh.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

A shrill scream came out of Song Zhen's mouth.

At this moment, Song Zhen even felt a little regretful. Perhaps it would be safer to stay in prison than to escape.

Hearing her son's screams, Yang Miaoqing no longer cared about her own injuries. She rushed over and tried to help her son up.

At this moment, a series of unusually creepy footsteps slowly spread:

Bah chirp...ba chirp...ba chirp...

That was the sound of feet trampling in mud and blood.

(End of this chapter)