Chapter 148: Kill

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It was obvious that they were planning to kill her with arrows.

Seeing this, Shen Yijia knew that things would not end well today. This person had specially chosen such an empty place to stop her. Was he afraid that she would escape?

“Huh, am I that kind of person?” she thought to herself.

Without wasting her breath on him, Shen Yijia flew out of the carriage with the whip in hand. She spun around and whipped the few people in front of her, immediately leaving an opening in the circle.

She bent down and avoided the attacks of the others. Shen Yijia knocked out one of them and grabbed him. Before the gap was filled, she dragged him out of the first layer of encirclement.

The flashy man did not expect that so many people could not even touch the corner of Shen Yijia’s clothes. He was so anxious that he stomped his feet and kept shouting, “Release the arrows! Kill her!”

Shen Yijia tilted her head and picked up the person in her hand to block the flying arrows. Before the next wave of arrows arrived, she threw him forward. Everyone saw a shadow flash past, but they could not see it clearly.

A scream came from behind them. They turned around and gasped. The flashy man was lying there with his eyes wide in fear, a wooden hairpin firmly inserted in his neck.

“Is he- is he dead?” a timid guard muttered in disbelief as he dropped his bow.

Shen Yijia pulled out the wooden hairpin and wiped the blood off the flashy man. When she heard this, she paused and raised her head to bare her teeth. “He wanted to kill me. What’s wrong with me killing him first? Anyone else who wants to kill me, come at me now.”

Shen Yijia initially did not want to kill this person. It was too annoying. The flashy man could bring people to block her way today, but who knew when they would find their way to Xiagou Village? Thus, she decided to kill him.

Blood was splattered on her face, and the flower on her forehead became even redder. It looked extremely strange.

She was clearly such a petite person, but no one dared to step forward. They looked at each other and ran.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes and did not chase after them. She picked up a handful of snow and washed her face.

Then, she drove the carriage home.

When the snow first fell, no one took it seriously. After a few days, many old houses in Xiagou Village collapsed from the snow. Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong. If this continued, they would freeze to death, let alone be able to go out.

Madam Li still wanted to buy some new year goods in town, but too much snow had accumulated. The horses could not move through the snow properly, so she naturally couldn’t go.

The spiritual liquid had already been upgraded, and she was only waiting to condense it for Song Jingchen to consume. Moreover, it was too cold outside, so Shen Yijia didn’t want to go out. She stayed at home all day.

At first, Song Jingchen asked them to practice calligraphy, but he didn’t expect the ink to freeze in less than ten minutes. He had no choice but to give up.

This made Shen Yijia and the others extremely happy.

However, it was boring to stay at home. In the end, Sister Huan suggested that Shen Yijia teach them martial arts.

It was not the first time Sister Huan had this thought. However, she usually saw that her sister-in-law was busy every day, so she did not dare to mention it.

Shen Yijia was a little troubled, but everyone agreed, including Song Jingchen.

In the end, Song Jingchen explained the concepts while Shen Yijia demonstrated the movements.

Compared to practicing calligraphy, the few of them were clearly more interested in martial arts.

They did not complain even though they were tired and sweaty in the winter. The kids were happy all day.

Shen Yijia felt slightly troubled. She thought that these people would give up after a few days.

They lived their own lives in seclusion, unaware that it was already a mess outside.

It was mid-December.

In the middle of the night, mixed with the rustling of snow, someone knocked on the courtyard door.