Chapter 8: I Will Kill You

Meng Fengyue took a trembling step back, hiding behind one of the old women, and cried out in terror, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take her down..."

Yun Cong suddenly let out a furious roar and charged toward the coffin, swinging her axe.

She knew that if all these people swarmed her at once, even if she had three heads and six arms, she would absolutely not be their match.

Therefore, Yun Cong had to split the coffin open immediately, before everyone could fully regain their senses.

It was unclear whether the Wen family servants were stunned by Yun Cong's madness or simply had no intention of stopping her; not only did not a single person step forward to intercept her, but they instead screamed and dodged in an exaggerated manner, instinctively clearing a wide path.

In this way, Meng Fengyue and the two old women standing in front of the coffin became the most conspicuous figures.

Meng Fengyue sensed something was wrong immediately. Seeing Yun Cong charging forward with the axe, she screamed repeatedly and scurried away like a cornered rat, clutching her head.

"Bang!"

The axe struck the coffin lid with a heavy thud, the impact causing a bloody wound to instantly burst open at Yun Cong's web of the thumb.

But she could not afford to worry about the bleeding; she raised the axe once more and hacked down violently.

Seeing that the coffin was about to be split open, Meng Fengyue, in a fit of exasperation, reached out and slapped the servant beside her.

"Are you all dead? Hurry up and go take Yun Cong down for me... If anything goes wrong, just wait and see how my sister deals with you!"

Meng Fengyue brought up Meng Fengyu, and the effect was different. The Wen family servants immediately swarmed forward, suppressing Yun Cong all at once.

Using her last bit of freedom, Yun Cong used the axe in her hand to hack a hole through the coffin lid and thrust it into the coffin.

"Miss..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was dragged down from the coffin by a flurry of hands.

Seeing Yun Cong restrained, Meng Fengyue's momentum returned. She straightened her disheveled clothes, stepped forward, grabbed Yun Cong's head, and slammed it violently against the coffin.

"Thud..."

Blood instantly dripped from Yun Cong's forehead onto the coffin.

"You dare hack at me... Yun Cong, since you are so loyal, I shall fulfill your wish... I'll let you be buried with your master!"

She grabbed Yun Cong's head and slammed it against the coffin once more with great force.

"Thud..."

A chilling glint suddenly flashed from the breach in the coffin; the sharp axe blade had broken through a corner, sending wood chips flying.

Only then did everyone realize that, at some unknown point, the axe had entered the coffin.

As wood chips flew everywhere, the hole in the coffin lid gradually expanded until Leng Ji scrambled out from within in a disheveled state. The crowd instinctively took a step back, staring dumbfounded at Leng Ji, who was holding the axe.

Leng Ji's face and body were marked with bloody scratches from the opening of the coffin. Her hair was disheveled, she was dressed in plain mourning clothes, and standing there with a sharp axe in hand, she looked exactly like an Asura crawling out of hell, radiating a terrifying aura.

Meng Fengyue was still clutching Yun Cong's hair and, for a moment, forgot to let go. Her eyes filled with fear, and she watched Leng Ji with a trembling heart, not knowing what to do.

Leng Ji's gaze drifted over the crowd before finally locking onto Meng Fengyue's face.

Suddenly...

"Meng Fengyue... I'm going to kill you..."

Amidst a fierce shout, Leng Ji abruptly raised the axe and swung it toward Meng Fengyue.

"Ah!"

Meng Fengyue let out a piercing scream. She no longer cared about Yun Cong and collapsed to the ground in a mess, clutching her head.

Because Leng Ji's body was still partially stuck in the coffin, the axe swing missed its mark.

Seeing her stuck, one of the old women hurried forward to support Meng Fengyue.