Chapter 7: I'll Kill One for Every One That Comes

Who would have thought that before her hand could even touch her, she was violently pushed away by an old woman standing beside Meng Fengyue.

"In broad daylight, what kind of nonsense are you talking?" The old woman sneered. "Yun Cong, your Miss Ji was declared dead personally by Doctor Cheng... What's the matter? Do you want your Miss Ji to die with eyes wide open?"

"You're the one talking nonsense, damn it..." Inside the coffin, Leng Ji once again delivered a heavy kick to the lid, followed by a muffled curse.

The two old women immediately recoiled as if they had seen a ghost, staring at the coffin with faces full of terror.

"This..."

"Slap!" Meng Fengyue slapped the coffin and shouted sternly, "What 'this'? Doctor Cheng is a renowned physician in our area; if he says she's dead, then she's dead... The dead should be laid to rest in the earth... Someone, bring some willow wood wedges and nail it shut for me. Even if there's a ghost inside, I'll make sure it can't escape..."

Leng Ji, inside the coffin, naturally heard these words, and a murderous intent suddenly surged in her heart.

Meng Fengyue intended to bury her alive.

The servants of the Wen family looked at one another, none of them daring to move.

Even a fool knew that Leng Ji in the coffin was indeed alive.

And Meng Fengyue's actions were clearly an attempt to silence a witness by killing her.

Taking a human life was something very few of these servants had the courage to do.

"Meng Fengyue..." Yun Cong suddenly stepped forward and gave Meng Fengyue a violent shove, her eyes turning red with desperation. "My Miss Ji is clearly still alive... You are trying to kill her..."

Meng Fengyue stumbled and fell to the ground, her head coincidentally striking the coffin, hitting the exact wound on the back of her head.

That wound had been gifted to her by Leng Ji.

As a sharp pain shot through her head, Meng Fengyue's hatred deepened. She abruptly shook off the hand of the old woman trying to assist her and screamed hysterically.

"Someone, drag this mad girl Yun Cong away... Then nail the coffin shut for me... If anyone else dares to wag their tongue again, I'll make them a sacrificial companion for Leng Ji..."

Hearing this, several Wen family attendants rushed forward to grab Yun Cong by the arms. Regardless of her kicking, biting, screaming, and shouting, they forcibly dragged her away.

They knew exactly who Meng Fengyue was.

Never mind defying her; not a single person even stepped forward to plead for Leng Ji.

Several Wen family attendants, carrying willow wood, chisels, axes, and other tools, brushed past Yun Cong.

Judging by their appearance, they truly intended to nail Leng Ji alive inside the coffin.

"No..."

With a hysterical scream, Yun Cong suddenly exerted all her strength, lunging forward to bite the arm of the person beside her. Once he let go in pain, she acted like a demon, shaking off the other burly man holding her.

Acting like a madwoman, Yun Cong lunged at the attendant holding the axe, snatched it from his hands, and swung it violently.

"Get away..."

Two attendants who couldn't dodge in time had their shoulders and backs sliced by the sharp axe, falling to the ground with screams of agony.

Meng Fengyue's expression changed instantly. "Yun Cong, what do you think you're doing?"

Yun Cong held the axe high, her hair disheveled, her eyes gleaming with a ferocious light as she glared ruthlessly at Meng Fengyue.

"What am I doing? Today, I am saving my Mistress... I don't care who you are; if anyone dares to stop me, I'll chop them down... Don't blame my axe for having no eyes... I'll kill one for every person that comes..."

She gave a menacing swing and said through gritted teeth, "Meng Fengyue, why don't you come and try first?"