The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

When Ru Yue walked out of the Huo family, she found that it was already dark.

"Miss, it's getting late. I'll take you home." Uncle Bing parked the car beside her and put down the footstool.

Ru Yue looked at the sky, then at the road ahead, but ultimately decided not to act rashly. "Thank you, Uncle Bing."

It wasn't too late, but there were very few people walking around. Ru Yue had a strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were secretly staring at her. The hairs on her body stood on end for no reason. Could it be that someone was going to take advantage of her so soon?

The carriage drove into a remote alley, and it was eerily quiet outside. "Girl, be careful. No matter what happens, don't leave the carriage." Uncle Bing's voice was like a light that penetrated the dark night, illuminating Ru Yue's sudden panic. It seemed that his feeling was right.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the sound of metal colliding came from outside. The scraping sound pierced her eardrums and made her teeth ache. She quietly slid down from the seat and lay down at the bottom of the carriage. If someone swung a sword and hit her, at least she would not be hurt.

"Hand over the people in the car and I will spare your life." A cold male voice came out along with the clanging sound of weapons, making people shudder.

"That depends on whether you have the ability to do so." Uncle Bing's old and hoarse voice made people feel particularly reassured.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine, and you are seeking death!"

Ru Yue knew her posture wasn't pretty, but wasn't it foolish to talk about beauty and ugliness in the face of life and death? She quietly lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out. It was pitch black, with only a string of sparks occasionally bursting out.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound and the carriage broke apart. "Ah!" Ru Yue screamed and quickly rolled to the side, fearing that those people would chop her with a sword.

"Don't be afraid, girl!" Uncle Bing shouted and guarded Ru Yue's carriage.

"Ah!" An unfamiliar cry made Ru Yue guess that someone on the other side might have been hit, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"You old fool, how dare you play dirty tricks on us? Ah!"

"A bunch of brainless idiots."

After a while, no more voices were heard. "Is the girl okay?"

Ru Yue stuck her head out from the side of the shattered carriage and saw that it was pitch black outside. She could only vaguely see people lying on the ground, and she couldn't tell whether they were alive or dead.

"Uncle Bing, who... who are these people?" She had a vague guess in her mind, but she couldn't say it out loud without any evidence.

"That woman is desperate, but unfortunately she chose the wrong person. Killing you is just a temporary vent of anger, hum!" Uncle Bing said coldly, "Miss, come back home with me first. This matter must be resolved."

"Okay." Ru Yue was not pretentious, she knew that the matter was of great importance.

Uncle Bing pressed the acupuncture points on the five or six seriously injured assassins and threw them into the damaged car. "Excuse me, young lady, but we have to take these bastards back. With them, we won't have to worry about that woman not recognizing them."

With the crack of whips, the carriage started running on the deserted street. Although it was dark, there were no pedestrians and the horses ran exceptionally fast.

In a short while, the carriage returned to the Huo family.

"Come on, go get the master and the young lady. Carry all these people into the house." Uncle Bing gave the order in an orderly manner, as if he had experienced this kind of thing countless times, without any panic. "Young lady, please get off the car and wait for a moment."

After a while, Magistrate Huo and Huo Tingwan both arrived. You could tell how anxious they were by the sound of their hurried footsteps.

"Ruyue, how are you? Are you hurt?" Huo Tingwan asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Sister Huo, I'm fine, thanks to Uncle Bing."

"Master, I brought all the assassins back. I was afraid that they would bite their tongues to commit suicide, so I pressed their acupoints." Uncle Bing reported to Magistrate Huo dutifully.

"Who are these people? Do you know?"

"In reply to Master, judging from their moves, they are the same as this old slave's. However, this old slave is the only one left of the eldest lady's group. These people should be - the second lady's."

"you sure?"

"Master, look."

Uncle Bing walked up to the group of men in black, pulled open their left shoulders, and a tattoo with an unidentifiable pattern was revealed.

Uncle Bing pulled open his right shoulder again, revealing the same pattern.

"Bring her up." Magistrate Huo seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His voice was filled with confusion, powerlessness, and anger.

"No need, I came by myself." The second lady walked out from the back hall gracefully. She was still radiant, but her voice was no longer sharp.