Stepping back slowly, Yuan Luoyi suddenly noticed a group of people hiding under the stairs on the side.
Among them were men and women, covered in blood, looking disheveled, hands covering their mouths, eyes widened in fear upon being discovered.
A young man rushed out, reaching out in despair, trying to grab Yuan Luoyi as a lifeline.
Everyone knew that Yuan Luoyi was very important to Yuan Yong, and getting her was like obtaining a lifesaving talisman, which would save them.
With a sharp glint, third brother Yuan Yong, holding a long knife, rushed to Yuan Luoyi's side, his black windbreaker fluttering.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The man screamed.
Warm blood splattered on Yuan Luoyi's face.
As the man's severed arm fell to the ground, Yuan Yong bent down, slashing upward from below, the sharp blade cutting through the man's body.
The man fell into his own blood, before he could scream further, the blade pierced his throat. Yuan Yong swiftly chopped off his head, ending his life.
Shaking off the blood from the knife, Yuan Yong coldly looked at the people under the stairs, "Don't get close to my sister. She has been hurt once, and I won't allow the same thing to happen again."
The crowd scattered in fear, with continuous screams echoing.
Yuan Yong moved among them, wherever he went, there would surely be a bloody storm. With each swing of his blade, he swiftly reaped lives like a grim reaper.
A strong man rushed in front of Yuan Yong, a dagger aimed upwards.
"Clang!"
The two cold blades clashed, the man withstanding Yuan Yong's blow, saving a woman who then crawled away.
Yuan Luoyi recognized the man as the new physical education teacher, a friend of third brother Yuan Yong, a well-known veteran soldier.
The teacher roared, "Yuan Yong, look at what you've done in front of your sister!"
Yuan Yong paused, turning to Yuan Luoyi. The once spotless little girl was now covered in blood, trembling amidst a sea of corpses, her large eyes staring blankly at him.
Once, in a small wooden house in the forest, six-year-old Yuan Luoyi had looked at him like this.
She curled up in a corner, crying and pleading, "This is not my home!"
"I hate blood!"
"I hate dead rabbits!"
"Brother, please, let me go back!"
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Now, in the blood-scented room, eleven-year-old Yuan Luoyi's gaze made Yuan Yong flinch. He didn't want her to fear him, and a split second of distraction was enough for a seasoned veteran to turn the tide.
The teacher pushed Yuan Yong away, ran to Yuan Luoyi, pulled her, and quickly ran into a room, locking the door.
There were others hiding here, feeling helpless and terrified.
The teacher shouted, "Just locking the door is not enough! Everyone, find something to block the door!"
People started to act, grabbing whatever they could to bring to the door.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The door shook violently, raising layers of dust, as Yuan Yong tried to break in.
Everyone fought to hold the door, and after a moment, everything quieted down.
The teacher pressed his ear against the door, listening to the sounds outside, and said, "Yuan Yong is looking for another way to break through."
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THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS
FanfictionI do not own this story, the story belongs to its original publisher Fanqie Novel. It's only for offline purposes. Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she...
