diskusbooks Chapter 342 Fear
Chapter 342 Fear
"It's your turn." Murong Ling'er's voice was icy cold, as if it was wrapped in the wind and snow of winter. She looked coldly at Wen Zhang who was not far away. Her eyes were like a sharp blade. She scared Wen Zhang so much that he subconsciously took a big step back. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Before Wen Zhang could react, Murong Ling'er had already stepped forward and slapped him with her hand. The palm seemed light, but it contained overwhelming power.
Wen Zhang only felt a huge impact force coming towards him, and the whole person flew out uncontrollably and hit the wall heavily.
With a loud "bang", a human-shaped dent appeared on the wall. Wen Zhang was stuck inside, unable to move, his face full of pain and fear.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. After several seconds of silence, they slowly turned their heads to look at Murong Linger, as if seeking an explanation.
Cai Rong stood aside, looking at the article stuck in the wall, secretly thanking himself for his previous tact. He knew very well that if he had been as ignorant of life and death as the article, he would probably be stuck there now.
Thinking of this, Cai Rong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back. He subconsciously shrank his neck, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
The madam, sprawled on the ground, had completely lost all hope. Trembling, she pulled out the carefully hidden banknotes from her bosom. With trembling hands, she neatly stacked them in front of her, crying, "Auntie, I... all my wealth is here. There's really... nothing else."
The madam was terribly afraid of death. She hadn't been so miserable for a long time since she took charge of Caiyue Tower. She had always relied on the power behind her to torment others at will, but she didn't expect that today she would be tormented so miserably by others.
Murong Ling'er glanced at the pile of banknotes calmly, shook her head slightly, and said in a calm but unquestionable voice: "This little money is not enough to cover the sins you have committed."
This light sentence sounded like a thunderclap in the madam's ears.
The madam's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead like a flood, dripping onto the floor. In the silent room, the sound seemed like a countdown to death, knocking on everyone's heart again and again.
"I...I really have nothing left, really nothing left!" The madam cried. She really did not lie. She loved money like her life and was extremely cautious. She had exchanged all her valuables for banknotes long ago and hid them close to her body. She did not expect that all of them would be found out this time.
"Since you have no money, then pay with your life!" Murong Ling'er's voice was cold and silent. She was not a soft-hearted saint.
Normally, Murong Ling'er would not meddle in the affairs of this brothel madam who had done so many evil things, as she had not taken the initiative to provoke her. But now that she had run into her, how could she show mercy easily?
When the madam heard this, she was so frightened that her soul flew out of her body. She trembled like a sieve and begged in fear: "Auntie, please spare me, please spare me... I have elderly parents and young children to take care of, please have mercy on me!"
"Puchi!" A cold light flashed, and the sword in Murong Ling'er's hand stabbed out like lightning, instantly cutting off the madam's head. The gushing blood splattered everywhere, which was shocking.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
The girls in Caiyue Tower were frightened by the bloody scene and screamed one after another.
The entire Caiyue Tower was instantly thrown into chaos. The guests fled in panic and the scene was in chaos.
Murong Ling'er stood there, her clothes fluttering, watching all this with indifference, as if the chaos before her had nothing to do with her.
Cai Rong was stunned by the sudden sword attack. It seemed as if all the air around him was sucked out, and breathing became difficult.
He watched helplessly as a bloody head rolled in front of him, the eyes that were still open in death staring straight at him. The chill instantly spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His whole body shivered violently, as if he was thrown into an ice cellar, and every inch of his skin was freezing cold.
It's not that Cai Rong had never seen someone being killed before. In his own mansion, he had also ordered the punishment of servants who had made mistakes with a cold face. But he had never felt the fear of death so clearly as he did at this moment.
He didn't even see how the other party attacked. He only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and the head flew up. Warm blood splattered all over him, and the fishy and sweet smell penetrated his nostrils, making him almost nauseous.
In Caiyue Tower, the girls' screams came one after another, breaking the dead silence of the night.
Cai Rong gritted his teeth and tried hard not to lose his composure. If it weren't for the little bit of composure he had accumulated in his daily life, he would probably scream in fear like those weak girls.
At this time, Wen Zhang, who had been knocked unconscious against the wall by a palm, slowly woke up. As soon as he regained consciousness, he saw a headless corpse not far away, which was still warm and gushing with blood.
In an instant, he felt his eyes go dark, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His eyes rolled back, he was gasping for breath, and almost fainted.
Everyone present was terrified by the bloody and horrifying scene.
The women huddled in the corner, shivering, their cries and sobs intertwined. The men's faces were pale, their backs soaked with cold sweat, their legs trembling uncontrollably, and their usual majesty had long since disappeared without a trace.
It took a full quarter of an hour before the crying and shouting gradually subsided.
The scene was dead silent, no one dared to make a sound, for fear that any sound would bring about death, and they would be the next to be beheaded.
In this suffocating silence, the servant that Cai Rong sent to the Cai family to collect money finally came back.
"Master! Master!" the servant shouted from a distance, his voice filled with anxiety and fear.
With a loud shout, he came running hurriedly with a small wooden box in his hands, followed by a large group of panic-stricken followers.
As soon as the servant stepped into Caiyue Tower, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face. His eyes swept over the headless corpse on the ground, and his legs, which had been running fast, suddenly lost control, as if he was cast under a spell, and slid forward for a long distance before stopping.
His eyes widened, his face filled with fear, and he almost dropped the wooden box in his hand.
The servant's intrusion broke the silence. Cai Rong seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately turned around and rushed towards the servant.
He was extremely anxious and snatched the wooden box from the servant's hand with trembling hands. Without even looking at it, he pushed it hard towards Murong Ling'er.
"Ms. Murong, this is the ransom you asked for. Please be merciful and let us go!" Cai Rong's voice trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. At this moment, he no longer had any of his usual arrogance.
"Rong'er!" Master Cai, who came in behind the servant, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this.
His eyes were fixed on the wooden box thrown on the ground. Inside was a full two hundred thousand taels of silver notes. That was the hard work he had accumulated over the years and the lifeblood of the Cai family!
He raised his foot to step forward and snatch the box back.
Cai Rong was quick to act and grabbed his father.
"Dad, don't move!" He lowered his voice, his tone full of pleading and warning. He first motioned his father to look at the body on the ground, then pointed to the article on the wall where he had fainted again. His voice trembled as he said, "Dad, look at what's going on. Don't be impulsive, or we'll all die here!"
Mr. Cai was in a panic just now, and only after being pulled back by his son did he wake up from his dream. Looking at the tragic scene of death and injury, he felt his scalp tingling, his pupils shrank, and even his breathing became lighter unconsciously.
He swallowed, slowly took a few steps back, and hid behind Cai Rong. He didn't dare to breathe, his eyes full of fear and regret.