Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

Meanwhile, village chief Liu Dazhi also heard the shouts outside. He quickly told the women and children in his family to hide, while he called his sons to grab knives and chase after them.

Some of the bolder villagers also chased after them with knives.

A few hundred meters away from Lao Lu's house, three refugees clashed with villagers who had come after them.

"Ah."

"I'm going to kill you all..."

"Help!"

"..."

The chaotic noise reached the ears of the third branch of the Lu family. Lu Chuan gripped the machete tightly, not daring to relax for a moment. In contrast, Meng Tong was the calmest.

She gently patted Lu He and Lu Yan's heads and whispered, "Be good and stay here. Mother will go out and take a look."

"No, Mother can't go out."

The two little ones held onto Meng Tong, preventing her from leaving. Their dark, clear eyes were filled with tears, and even their little hands that were holding hers were trembling.

With a soft sigh, Meng Tong pulled the two of them into her arms to comfort them, "It's alright, don't be afraid, Mother will be fine. Mother just wants to see your father, okay?"

“You don’t want your father to get hurt either, right?”

"Can……"

The two hesitated for a moment, then Lu Yan added, "Then Mother, please be careful."

"it is good."

Meng Tong gently rubbed Lu Yan's head and then lifted the grain sacks and the black cloth covering the mother and daughters.

Hearing the noise, Lu Chuan turned to look at Meng Tong, a look of confusion flashing in his deep, clear eyes. Nevertheless, he went over and helped her get off the bed.

"Miss."

"Mm," Meng Tong replied softly, then looked calmly at the door and said, "Go out and take a look."

"No."

“It’s alright. There are so many people in the village, and you have a machete, shouldn’t you go out and help? I won’t go over there, I’ll just watch from my doorstep, is that alright?”

Lu Chuan still disagreed. His eyes glanced at Meng Tong's stomach, seemingly unintentionally, but his eyes were full of worry.

Glancing down at her stomach, Meng Tong assured him, "I'll take good care of myself, let's go!"

As she spoke, Meng Tong went to open the door, and Lu Chuan had no choice but to follow closely behind her.

The two left the house one after the other and walked towards the door, while the sounds of their fighting outside grew louder and louder.

Inside the main room, Old Man Lu, who was peeking through the window, saw Lu Chuan and Meng Tong go out. Instead of being worried, he felt a secret sense of joy.

I wish I'd been hacked to death by refugees.

……

Meng Tong and Lu Chuan left the courtyard. Because the Lu family's house was located on higher ground, and the conflict occurred directly below, they saw it as soon as they stepped outside.

Lu Chuan's eyes instantly turned cold, and he gripped the machete in his hand tightly.

The situation below was far from optimistic. The refugees were desperate criminals, while most of the villagers had wives and children. Seeing the blood-stained machetes swinging towards them, no one was unafraid.

For a moment, the dozens of villagers were evenly matched with the three refugees, and they remained deadlocked, testing each other.

Village chief Liu Dazhi was also inside. His right arm was slashed by a machete, and blood stained half of his arm, but he still stood at the front.

A pair of shrewd eyes fixed on the three refugees. He said, "What do you want? As long as you don't hurt anyone, we'll give you everything."

"Heh." The tallest of the three refugees sneered, "I want money, I want women, and... I want my life."

"You..." Liu Dazhi's face grew paler and paler, his whole body soaked in sweat. He suppressed his inner unease and tried to reason with them, "We can give you the money, but not the woman... We can give you as much money as you want, as long as we can afford it."

"Is that so?" The tall refugee, his cracked lips curling into a wicked smile, confidently raised the sharp, bloodstained knife in his hand and held it directly to Liu Dazhi's neck, saying, "I want ten thousand taels."

Bang.

A huge rock pressed down on everyone present, and they stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Ten thousand taels of silver—even if they sold the entire village, they probably couldn't raise that much.

It's obvious they don't want money; they've become obsessed with killing and just enjoy the feeling of killing.

This realization terrified everyone; they dared not imagine how crazy the refugees might become.

The idea of ​​leaving Laoshan Town reached its peak at this moment.

Above, Meng Tong watched the stalemate between the two sides, and the supernatural power he was channeling from his palm began to slowly spread down the tree roots underground.

Upon noticing the location of the three refugees, Meng Tong gestured to Lu Chuan beside her, "Go down, take the knife, and if you notice anything amiss with them, just chop them down."

"it is good."

Lu Chuan, his face tense, gripped the knife tightly and walked down.

Tree roots began to slowly emerge from the soil and unknowingly climb up the refugees' legs. Lu Chuan silently moved behind the village chief.

The silence between the two sides created a highly tense atmosphere. By the time the refugees realized what was happening, the tree roots had already tightly wrapped around them.

"Holy crap, what is this...?"

"Kakakaka."

"what!!!"

The sharp machete sliced ​​through the air like slicing ribs, cleanly severing three arms wielding the blades. A sharp explosion pierced the sky, and the villagers swarmed forward, pinning the people to the ground.

Whether it was because people were pressing down on each other and there was no room to breathe, or because Lu Chuan had cut a major artery, when the people dispersed and were about to tie them up, they found that the three refugees were dead.

Upon realizing the three people were dead, many of the villagers, whose nerves were on edge, collapsed to their knees.

Some people with poor mental fortitude have already started vomiting.

Lu Chuan remained calm throughout. He limped to a quiet spot and watched until he saw Meng Tong come down.

Putting aside the machete, Lu Chuan walked to Meng Tong's side, and as if no one else was around, put his arm around her waist, buried her in his chest, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, don't look."

Feeling a warmth in her heart, Meng Tong smiled and lifted her head from Lu Chuan's embrace to ask, "Are you hurt?"

Lu Chuan shook his head, his large hands still firmly holding Meng Tong, not showing her the three dead refugees.

She's seen plenty of dead people anyway, so if they won't let her see them, so be it.

In short, the refugee problem was solved. Meng Tong glanced at Liu Dazhi, who was sitting on the ground without saying a word.

What will he choose?

To be honest, Meng Tong's reason for taking action was actually to provoke the villagers. Seeing such fierce refugees, Meng Tong thought they probably wouldn't stay.

In that case, this place will be her territory from now on.