Chapter 8: Family Feud: Third Sister, Exposed! [Part 2]

“Hmph, move faster. Hurry up and hang her up for me.” Seeing how slowly the two maids were walking, a flash of impatience clearly crossed An Jinmo's face.

She stepped forward, giving one of the maids a slight shove, and said, "This young lady will chop off your hands and feet."

Such vicious words, falling upon the maids' ears, left them panicked and terrified.

Originally, they had been somewhat fearful of An Mujin; after all, the An Mujin of now was not the An Mujin of the past.

But compared to staying alive, even if they were afraid, they had to step forward.

"Miss!"

Seeing the two maids about to reach An Mujin, Qing'er cried out in alarm, reflexively attempting to lunge toward An Mujin.

"Don't move." As if knowing what Qing'er was thinking, An Mujin merely parted her lips slightly.

Her voice was light and elegant, like a breeze—soundless and scentless.

"Ha!" Upon hearing An Mujin's words, An Jinmo suddenly burst into laughter. To think she wanted to protect others when she couldn't even protect herself; it was truly laughable.

However, perhaps because she was too immersed in her own world, she failed to notice the sudden change in her surroundings.

Gust after gust of wind blew past, and the surrounding trees made a rustling sound—a sound tinged with a hint of eeriness, yet one that wouldn't strike anyone as being out of place.

A sudden glint of light flashed within An Mujin's indifferent eyes.

Then, as the light faded from An Mujin's eyes, a piercing scream rang out.

At some unknown moment, the surrounding leaves had been swept up by the wind, moving with incredible speed. They were shooting fiercely toward the direction of the two maids.

"Ah—!" A shrill scream erupted, and a thick scent of blood instantly drifted into everyone's nostrils.

An Jinmo's face turned pale as she stared at the scene before her, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes.

What was happening? Were the leaves attacking people?

Without giving An Jinmo time to think, the piles of leaves swirled around the bodies of the two maids, and then, the wind died down and the leaves fell.

When the leaves had settled heavily upon the ground, the two maids appeared before everyone in a state of utter disarray.

Their hair was disheveled, and their faces bore the marks of being slashed by leaves; bright red blood flowed profusely down their cheeks. Even their once-intact clothing was torn with jagged rents.

Yet, the eerie thing was that no one knew why such a thing had happened.