Chapter 3, son of a dog (3)

Do not kill me! I won't scream! This time, the voice truly trembles. She mechanically turns around, her legs weak and unable to move. Her eyes are filled with tears of fear, slowly overflowing from their sockets

Her voice was crisp, echoing far into the night. The Yao Ling Manor of the Lin family was not an ordinary household. The family’s inherited medical skills had cured many martial artists and had also attracted a group of capable guards. In the distance, torches and lanterns gradually lit up as people made their way towards the courtyard. Yun Lang, unable to pursue her, cast a fierce glance at her as she ran away like a rabbit, then stumbled and made his way to the courtyard wall.

Yun Lang looked at her with a cold smile and said: "I guarantee that I can kill you before you even run out of the room. Little girl, if you want to accompany me in death, just shout!"

The interior was simple and cramped, barely accommodating a bed and a table. Yun Lang sat on the bed, casually picked up the teapot from the table and shook it, discovering there was water inside, which brought him great joy. He tilted his head back and drank it all.

His voice drifted over the courtyard wall, faint and distant. Buqi felt as if struck by lightning, his legs went weak, and he collapsed into the snow, biting into a mouthful of ice and snow

Breathing heavily, Yun Lang finally realized that beneath him was merely a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. He let out a sigh of relief and moved his hand to gently press on her neck. Hua Buqi was as thin as a bean sprout; he could easily snap her neck with one hand. Yun Lang found his own nervousness amusing, and only after seeing the fear reflected in Hua Buqi's dark eyes did he slightly ease his grip.

A crisp sound reached Yunlang's ears in the darkness, and a handsome face turned pale with anger. The young master of Feiyun Fortress had to escape through a dog hole; if this girl recognized him and spread the news, how could he still hold his ground in the martial world?

Come here! Yun Lang said in a low voice, casually crushing the teacup in his hand.

The corners of his mouth bore a trace of dried blood, his complexion as pale as the snow on the ground, while his eyebrows appeared strikingly dark. The blood on his body had congealed into purplish-black clumps. By dawn, he would be a frozen corpse. The vengeance for Ah Huang had been fulfilled.

In the vast vegetable garden, there lay a corpse in front of her doghouse. Buqi felt a bit creeped out.

The room was dimly lit, with the faint light of the snow filtering through the paper window. Yun Lang gazed at Bu Qi in a daze. He thought she looked as pitiful as a little dog. If it weren't for the perilous situation, Yun Lang mused, he wouldn't have frightened a young girl like this. He softened his tone and said: "You have saved me in a way, so I won't kill you. I just need you to help me bandage my wounds. I will leave as soon as possible and won't implicate you."

Buqi ran swiftly out of the garden, her heart surging with anger, hoping that the people in the village would capture Yunlang and avenge Ah Huang. At that moment, she turned around and saw Yunlang bending down to crawl through the dog hole. Want to run? Buqi stopped in her tracks and shouted loudly: "The thief is crawling through the dog hole! He has crawled through the dog hole! He is running through the dog hole!"

Seeing him nod, she did not hesitate and walked towards the door. Upon reaching the entrance, she turned back and saw Yun Lang meditating with his eyes closed. She quickly pulled the door shut, locked it, picked up the iron pot and spatula beside the house, struck them together forcefully, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Someone! Catch the thief! There is a thief! The water is flooding!"

Large flakes of snow were falling in a flurry, gradually covering the bloodstains on the ground. The place where Yunlang lay resembled a gently rising mound of snow

Yun Lang let out a silent wail in his heart, having run for half a day only to find himself back at the Lin residence. He looked around and was pleased to discover that this was an extremely spacious vegetable garden. A solitary small wooden house stood there. Even if Hua Buqi shouted, he was confident that she would only manage to shout once and not a second time. Yun Lang took a deep breath, grasped Hua Buqi's arm, and with the sword supporting his body, he unsteadily stood up. "Go in!" Yun Lang quietly commanded as he looked at the small house in front of him. Yun Lang took a deep breath, grasped Hua Buqi's arm, and with the sword supporting his body, he unsteadily stood up. "Go in!" Yun Lang quietly commanded as he looked at the small house in front of him.

He asked in a low voice: "What place is this"

The walls of the Lin residence were made of blue bricks, standing over two zhang high. Yun Lang took a deep breath, intending to leap over the wall, but instantly felt a sharp pain from the sword wound on his back, causing his brows to tremble. Normally, such a height would pose no challenge for him, but now he found himself powerless despite his determination. He had managed to jump in while escaping for his life, but now he could not jump out. As he noticed the lights outside the garden drawing closer, Yun Lang lowered his head and spotted a dog hole in the wall, closing his eyes and bending down.

Bu Qi held the bedsheet tightly, recalling how she had slept together with Ah Huang last night, and a surge of resentment arose in her heart. The sound of the bedsheet tearing was like a knife, sharply piercing her heart. Silently, she bandaged Yun Lang, tears falling drop by drop, as there would no longer be any trace of Ah Huang in the room

"You foul girl, dare to betray me!" Yun Lang cursed through gritted teeth

Yao Ling Zhuang Lin Mansion

The hand that did not abandon was naturally propped up in front of Yun Lang, her eyes wide with tension as she glared at him. No matter how much she hated him, she could only relent, softly telling him: "Lin Mansion"

When the sky darkened, she returned after burying Ah Huang. The vegetable garden was silent, and a vast expanse of white fields reflected the cold moonlight. She stood there in a daze, looking down at the shadow cast by the moonlight behind her. With Ah Huang's shadow and its attachment gone, a sense of loneliness arose. From then on, there was only herself left in this world

At this moment, she appeared innocent and pitiable, the vegetable garden was empty, and Yun Lang had no doubts about it, panting as he said: "Alright"

Bu Qi trembled all over with anger, how could he still not be frozen to death? What gave him such a strong constitution? Thinking of the unfortunate Ah Huang, her heart was filled with sorrow, and she was pinned down in the snow by Yun Lang, unable to move. Why didn't she take the initiative earlier? Even if she didn't kill him, she could have tied him up! Bu Qi regretted it deeply, feeling as if her insides were turning green with remorse. At this moment, she could only widen her eyes to remember the fierce appearance of this young man and nodded vigorously to indicate her understanding.

After being bound, Yunlang moved slightly, feeling much more comfortable. He was both hungry and exhausted, only wanting to eat something to regain his strength and leave as soon as possible. Seeing Hua Buqi continuously shedding tears, he felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of threatening a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. However, being in a perilous situation, he could only act a bit more ferocious, glaring at Hua Buqi and asking: "Is there anything to eat here?"

The wound on your back must be bandaged. Yun Lang, seeing the pitiful sight of Buqi huddled by the wall, couldn't help but soften his voice and said: "Girl, come over and help me bandage my wound, and I won't kill you"

It is fine to endure and bend; one day, this grudge will be repaid! Yun Lang gritted his teeth. Looking back at the dark dog hole beneath the wall, enduring the pain on his back, he gathered his inner strength and coldly cursed: "You wretched girl! You are doomed! I will definitely come back for you!"

Yun Lang struggled to unfasten his clothing, but his back was stuck to the wound, causing excruciating pain with even the slightest movement. He frowned and said softly: "Tear off the bedsheet and wrap it directly!"

At that moment, the cloud on the ground suddenly stirred. Startled, Buqi instinctively let out a sharp scream

He exerted force with his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Buqi's neck. It was as if he were telling her that if he had been choking her neck just now, she would have lost her life.

Unable to restrain her feelings, she turned her head to glance towards the door.

Yun Lang heard the sound of the door lock and Hua Buqi's shout, and inwardly cursed, what a good little actress! He drew his long sword and charged towards the window.

The window was shattered, and Yun Lang leaped out.

Without abandoning the stirring of my heart, I lowered my eyelids and softly said: "There are radishes outside the house, I will take a few."

No matter what, one must continue to live. Not abandoning, she wiped away her tears and forced a smile to comfort herself. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked towards the small house, but after just two steps, she tripped over Yun Lang, who was covered by the white snow on the ground. He hasn't left? Is he dead? Buqi picked up a stick and poked Yun Lang, but there was no response. Is he really dead? She used the stick to brush away the snow on Yun Lang's body, revealing a pale face.

In the frigid winter where water droplets freeze, although the sword wound is severe, the blood from the injury has congealed due to the cold weather; otherwise, Yun Lang would have bled to death long ago. Though lying in the snow, he is half unconscious and half recovering his strength. Hua Buqi's stick roused him from his stupor. Hearing her urgent call, he leaped up with all his might to seize Hua Buqi, but the wound on his back had already burst open, causing him to grimace in pain

Buqi nodded slightly

He silently greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, enduring the pain in his arm as he supported Yun Lang into the house

Hearing a sound, she abruptly turned around and saw a pair of ice-like eyes staring at her in the faint light of the snowy ground. Her heart raced with fear, and she dropped the pot and fled towards the garden exit, shouting even louder.

Yun Lang, hearing the call, disregarded the pain from the wound on his back, leaped up from the ground, covered Hua Buqi's mouth, and brought her down into the snow, panting as he threatened, "If you call out again, I will kill you"

Not abandoning, he slowly moved to the bedside, staring blankly at Yun Lang, who was covered in blood, unsure of where to begin.

He eagerly wishes for him to suffer a fatal injury and die, while hesitating and only revealing a fearful expression to buy time