Chapter 9: I Will Kill You (2)

"Miss, run quickly..."

A murderous intent flared in Leng Ji's eyes as she suddenly hurled the axe in her hand. With a "crack," it embedded itself directly into the old woman's back.

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered.

Without even a scream, the old woman collapsed directly onto Meng Fengyue's body, motionless, dead beyond all doubt.

A thick scent of blood instantly spread, filling everyone's nostrils and weighing heavily upon their hearts.

Aside from having seen decapitations at the marketplace, when had they ever witnessed such a bloody scene?

Suddenly...

"Murder!"

Accompanied by a piercing scream, like a bomb exploding, the Wen family servants in the mourning hall fled in a chaotic rout, as if they were corpses rising from the grave.

Each of them wished their parents had given them two extra legs just so they could escape this bloody place faster.

Meng Fengyue did not know who was supporting her as she fled the mourning hall, but it was only when the cold wind hit her that she realized she was covered in blood.

"Help me..." Having regained her senses, a soul-shaken Meng Fengyue wailed repeatedly as she ran toward the backyard.

Leng Ji jumped down from the coffin and helped up the blood-covered Yun Cong. "Yun Cong, how are you?"

Yun Cong looked at her as if she were a stranger. Suddenly, her lips trembled, she snapped back to her senses, and tears instantly fell.

"Miss... are you alright..."

"I'm fine..."

Leng Ji carefully inspected the wound on Yun Cong's head and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, it's just a superficial wound..."

She tore off a piece of her own clothing to apply pressure to Yun Cong's wound to stop the bleeding.

"Hold it down, don't lie down. After about half an incense stick's time, the blood will clot on its own..."

Yun Cong suddenly grabbed hold of Leng Ji, her eyes flickering uncertainly, as if she didn't recognize her.

"Miss... you? You're not crazy anymore?"

Leng Ji's heart sank involuntarily. It was true; the reason everyone could bully Leng Ji was because she was a mad, foolish lunatic.

Over these years, in order to protect her, her elder sister Leng Lianxin had endured no small amount of mistreatment because of her.

Even after she became pregnant with the Wen family's bloodline, she had become even more cautious because of her, living with her tail between her legs, fearing that being too prominent would attract unnecessary trouble to her.

Now, even the child in her womb had fallen victim to someone's foul play because of her.

"Who says I'm not crazy?" Leng Ji rose leisurely, lifting her hand to coldly grip the axe handle, and pulled it out from the old woman's back without expression. "Where is my sister? Where is she?"

Looking at the sharp, dripping axe blade, Yun Cong's heart tightened involuntarily.

She suddenly felt that the Leng Ji before her seemed somewhat different from the Leng Ji she had known before.

"Miss Lianxin... she is having a difficult labor. She has been in labor for two days... but she still hasn't been able to give birth..."

"Two days?"

In a normal birth, two days would be enough to struggle to save one's life, let alone in a situation like Leng Lianxin's.

For Leng Lianxin to still be alive after two days was already a miracle.

As if suddenly remembering something, Leng Ji snapped her gaze toward the coffin. "Does that mean... I've been dead for two days?"

Yun Cong nodded timidly. "You never woke up... Doctor Cheng said you were beyond saving, that you had passed... so he had someone prepare your body..."

Leng Ji lifted her clothing to look at her arm. Although the arm was somewhat thin, the skin was delicate and lustrous.

Yun Cong struggled to sit up, looking at her in confusion.

"Miss... what are you looking at?"

"Livor mortis... normally, after a person dies, livor mortis appears after an hour, and reaches its peak between two to three hours... but look at my arm, it is delicate, rosy, and glowing... where is the livor mortis?"