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Xiao Yun and Chunhua ran towards the village, their hearts filled with fear and unease, but escaping this hellish place was their only hope. Their footsteps were hurried, tears streaming down their faces, with only one thought in their minds: to survive.
Seeing this, Dashan felt a surge of anxiety and despair. His eyes were filled with immense anger as he suddenly stood up, using all his strength to charge at Li Mu. His actions were filled with determination and courage; although he knew he could not defeat the enemy before him, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to buy more time for his family.
However, Li Mu nimbly dodged Dashan's charge. Dashan lost his balance from the force of his attack and fell heavily to the ground. The pain made him tremble, but he did not give up. He pushed himself up again, his eyes filled with unwavering determination as he charged at Li Mu's back once more.
At that moment, Two suddenly extended his foot and tripped Dashan. Dashan fell hard to the ground again, the pain nearly sapping his strength, but he still refused to give up and tried to stand once more.
Two looked coldly at Dashan, a cruel smile appearing on his face. He drew out two knives and swiftly placed them against Dashan's neck, the blades glinting with a chilling light that sent a shiver through Dashan.
"Farewell," Two whispered into Dashan's ear, his tone filled with unparalleled cruelty and coldness. His words were like the whisper of death, sending a chill deep into Dashan's heart.
Feeling the coldness of the blade, Dashan was overwhelmed with endless despair. He knew he could no longer protect his family or buy more time for Xiao Yun and Chunhua. Tears filled his eyes as pain and helplessness consumed him. However, as death approached, his mind began to calm.
Dashan looked at Xiao Yun and Chunhua fleeing in the distance, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. He knew he had done everything he could; there was nothing more he could do. He silently prayed that they would escape and find their own light and hope.
Two's smile grew even more cruel as he moved his hand slightly, drawing a line of blood across Dashan's neck. Blood gushed out instantly as Dashan's body fell weakly to the ground, the light in his eyes gradually fading. His breathing became rapid and intermittent, the brightness in his gaze dimming.
In the final moments of life, Dashan felt an immense peace within him. He knew he had done his best and accomplished everything he could. A glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes as a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Father!" The cries of Xiao Yun and Chunhua echoed in the night sky, filled with endless sorrow and despair.
Li Mu coldly watched this scene unfold, feeling no emotion within him. His gaze remained merciless and devoid of compassion or sympathy. To him, it was merely the tragedy of the weak—utterly meaningless.
Two coldly retracted the knife, blood dripping from the blade onto the ground. A glimmer of cold light flashed in his eyes, and his face showed no expression.
The village had completely caught fire, flames dancing in the night sky, illuminating the entire village as if it were hell. The villagers, already few in number, were fleeing in all directions under the soldiers' pressure, panic-stricken. The soldiers, like cats playing with mice, drove the civilians into wooden houses and then gleefully tossed in torches; the flames quickly engulfed the dry wood, causing the houses to collapse in the blaze.
The soldiers laughed heartily, as if watching a hilarious performance. Their laughter was filled with cruelty and arrogance, ignoring the villagers' suffering. Each soldier's face radiated excitement and joy, as if this massacre was merely an incredibly entertaining game for them.
Xiao Yun and Chunhua stood in the center of the village in a panic, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. Around them was a sea of fire, flames spreading everywhere, and houses collapsing one by one around them. They did not know where to run; everything around them was filled with danger and the scent of death.
"Mother, what should we do?" Xiao Yun asked in panic, tears streaming down her face, her heart filled with immense fear.
Chunhua tightly grasped Xiao Yun's hand, trying to offer her some comfort, but she too felt lost and helpless. She looked around desperately for a way out, but the inferno before her and the soldiers' mocking laughter filled her with despair.
At that moment, Wong Ji rode on horseback, looking down at everything from above. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as the knife in his hand gleamed with cold light. He raised the knife and pointed it at Xiao Yun, shouting loudly: "Catch that little bitch!"
His voice echoed in the night sky, bringing waves of fear and despair. Upon hearing the command, the soldiers immediately turned and charged toward Xiao Yun and Chunhua, their eyes sparkling with greed and excitement, filled with murderous intent like hunters spotting their prey.
Seeing the soldiers rushing toward them, Xiao Yun and Chunhua's fear reached its peak. They tried to escape, but the surrounding sea of fire and the soldiers' blockade left them nowhere to run. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, their hearts filled with endless despair.
The soldiers quickly closed in; their laughter and taunts echoed like ghosts in their ears. Xiao Yun was overwhelmed with pain and helplessness; she knew she could no longer escape this hell.
Standing in the center of the village amidst raging flames, Xiao Yun and Chunhua were surrounded by chaos as soldiers' laughter and shouts mixed together. Their hearts were filled with fear and helplessness; they did not know where to run or what to do.
"Mother, what should we do?" Xiao Yun's voice trembled with fear as she tightly held onto Chunhua's hand, tears continuously streaming down her face.
In Chunhua's heart, there was also a chaos. She felt Xiao Yun's fear but didn't know how to comfort her. The flames around them illuminated their faces, filling them with immense despair and helplessness. Her legs had become weak and could no longer support the weight of herself and her daughter.
Finally, they collapsed to the ground, embracing each other in a desperate attempt to find a shred of comfort and safety in one another's arms. Their bodies trembled slightly, filled with endless fear and despair. Chunhua held Xiao Yun tightly, as if this was their only support.
"Mother, are we going to die?" Xiao Yun choked out, tears continuously falling to the ground.
Chunhua's eyes were also filled with tears; she couldn't answer that question. All she could do was hold Xiao Yun tightly, allowing her to feel a bit of warmth and love. She knew that at this moment, they had nowhere to escape, and their fate seemed already sealed.
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