Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 527: You Must Die!
Li Qingmu never considered himself a good person, but he wasn’t the type of sinister individual who would drag others down with him.
So, upon realizing this deformed child was targeting him, he immediately instructed Cui Yongquan to leave quickly.
At the same time, he sidestepped and picked up a sword from the desk.
He usually practiced blade techniques with Cao Yin, but he also had some experience in swordsmanship. On this trip, the sword was slightly lighter than the blade, so he brought it along, and now he was using it.
He drew the sword without waiting for Cui Yongquan to react and swung it toward the child.
"Li Qingmu, Execution Command!"
A cold, emotionless voice emitted from his mouth, and then the child charged forward like a bolt of lightning.
He wasn’t using any weapons—or rather, his hands were the weapons!
He spread his fingers wide, revealing that each fingernail was extraordinarily sharp, shaped like blades, even shimmering ominously in the candlelight.
"Swish!"
In just one encounter, Li Qingmu felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and the scent of blood spread thickly.
His body staggered, instinctively dodging to the side, while his sword slashed toward the deformed child’s neck, but the enemy twisted like a water snake to evade Li Qingmu’s attack.
"Mr. Li!" Cui Yongquan exclaimed in panic and worry, turning to the corridor outside and shouting for help, "Someone, come quickly, there’s an assassin, protect Mr. Li!"
With quite a few imperial guards and Yulong Pavilion experts accompanying the trip, their primary task was to protect Li Qingmu. So, at Cui Yongquan’s call, they immediately appeared and rushed in, while some headed directly to the window.
This inn was built along the water, with rooms situated next to the window; beyond it lay a vast river. The Yulong Pavilion experts watched as small shadows burst forth from underwater.
These shadows turned out to be a group of children, big-headed children!
Counting carefully, there were twelve of them!
The children lined up and engaged in combat with the Yulong Pavilion experts. Despite their small size, they held their own against the Yulong Pavilion members, even injuring some.
Of course, the Yulong Pavilion experts weren’t pushovers either, wounding the deformed children; one was even cut in half.
The river surface gradually turned crimson with blood. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
In the inn room, Li Qingmu clutched his abdominal wound with one hand, while the other supported himself on the ground with the sword, cautiously watching the small figure opposite him.
He didn’t ask the foolish question, "Who sent you to assassinate me?" because there was no doubt it was Queen Qiao and Pang Wenzheng.
They tried every trick, even attempting to use Tomb Miasma Poison from the burial pit to harm him and Yue’er. Unfortunately, they failed, so they resorted to the lowest means—assassination!
A court official assassinated in such a manner would undoubtedly cause a shocking uproar upon reaching the court, but they went ahead without hesitation!
Li Qingmu couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh; after experiencing so many life-and-death situations over the years, he should be numb. Yet, the graceful figure in his mind forced him to find a way to save himself.
But how to save himself?
The guards responsible for protection and the Yulong Pavilion experts had yet to come, while outside sounded like they were fighting another group of assassins.
So, they couldn’t spare themselves to rescue him at the moment.
Could it be that he was to sit and wait for death?
No, absolutely not!
Yue’er and little Rui’er, who had just been born a few months ago, were still at home waiting for him to return. He was a husband and a father; how could he irresponsibly abandon them like this?
Think of a way, there must be a way, there must be a solution; he had to survive!
"You must die!"
The deformed child opposite seemed to hear Li Qingmu’s thoughts, issuing a cold death declaration.
Li Qingmu wiped his abdomen, where blood had flowed prolifically over his hand. He couldn’t understand how such a small cut from the child’s nail could produce so much blood.
But soon, he understood.
He felt dizzy; his mind gradually blurred, seeing double as if he could collapse at any moment.
He was poisoned!
And the poison was undoubtedly deadly, ensuring certain death, or the child across from him wouldn’t stand there so calmly.
He clutched the wound, feeling a stabbing pain emanating from it, the intensity becoming clearer, fiercer, until Li Qingmu was left gasping for air.
"Die!"
The child opposite uttered a final word, then quickly approached, his shimmering hand piercing directly into Li Qingmu’s abdomen!
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered!
The sharp nails, like blades, effortlessly slashed open Li Qingmu’s abdomen, unable to stop the bleeding.
The child withdrew his hand, stained with sticky blood. He frowned with slight displeasure and shook his hand vigorously, "Dirty!"
He only spoke a single word, then turned without looking at Li Qingmu again, smashing through the window.
The battle outside had become fierce, with children continually injured and dying, as the Yulong Pavilion spies also suffered losses, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
After the child appeared, he only glanced disdainfully at these people, saying, "Worthless, kill them!"
By "worthless," he was not referring to the Yulong Pavilion spies, but the twelve children accompanying him, and by "kill them," he naturally meant them slaughtering the Yulong Pavilion experts.
The deformed child finished speaking and acted directly, moving like a specter, rapidly eliminating the remaining Yulong Pavilion experts and the imperial guards.
The blood on the river grew increasingly, eventually turning a vivid crimson.
Li Qingmu was powerless to perceive what was happening outside; his consciousness had fully descended into chaos. Only through instinct did he continue to grope his way forward.
He had to leave here; only by leaving could there be a shred of hope!
This thought kept surfacing in his mind, propelling his staggered, blood-covered body to move incessantly.
However, he headed in the wrong direction—he should have gone toward the door, but he ended up going to the window.
Due to the recent combat at the window, some spots were damaged and left open. Li Qingmu, clutching his abdominal wound, staggeringly walked and miraculously reached the damaged spot.
"Yue’er... Yue’er... I’m... sorry..."
He murmured faintly, reaching out as if to touch something, only for his footing to falter, sending him out of the window.
"Bang!"
He plunged into the water, splattering a cascade!
Immediately following, "Swish, swish, swish—," a dozen shadows approached from all directions and jumped together into the water...
