"Take it!"

The prefect shouted, and immediately came in from outside, put shackles on Judge Jiang Tong, and carried the man down.

The prefect walked out, "Click the troops of the government and go to Qingyun County!"

...

In the town, all the men in black were killed, and the streets fell into silence again.

The seven guards were covered in blood and had no strength to stand. They sat down staggeringly, looking at the corpse in front of them with some unreality.

It is true that they are the guards of the Xiao Mansion, and that is true that their martial arts are higher than ordinary people. But with the seven of them and one Miss Song, they actually killed hundreds of people, and these hundred people are people in the orderly trained military camp.

Song Wanyue also leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, and the strength she had supported disappeared at this moment.

No one spoke, only the heavy breathing of a few guards echoed in the air.

After a long time, Song Wanyue slowly stood up with the wall and spoke in a hoarse voice, "If you are seriously injured, follow me into the house, I'll help you deal with it."

Hearing her voice, the seven guards thought of something at the same time, looking at her in unison, and what appeared in their minds was the scene of all the swords floating into the air.

One of them opened his mouth but did not make a sound. The scene was too shocking and he didn't know how to speak. Obviously, if there were no such scene, it would not be the men in black who fell down now, but them.

Song Wanyue raised her eyebrows and looked at them. The atmosphere was so strange that it made people feel heartbroken.

"Thanks."

I don't know who said something.

The palpitations atmosphere was broken, and Song Wanyue also withdrew her gaze and waved her hand indifferently, "You're welcome."

One of the guards suddenly laughed, from the bottom of their hearts, from the end of the disaster, and in a mute voice, "Don't worry, girl, we won't say it."

Song Wanyue didn't say anything, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

Several guards saw it and laughed. They didn't know any strange scene, but only knew that it could save their lives because of Miss Song and others.

Song Wanyue walked into the clinic and just walked to the counter to get medicine, but she heard a thud in the backyard. She jumped in her heart and walked over and lifted the curtain. She happened to see Dr. Chu get up from the ground. She didn't even have time to slap her body, and she raised her foot to walk in the front hall. As soon as she looked up, she happened to meet Song Wanyue's gaze. He was shocked, and then surprised, "Miss Song, are you okay?"

Song Wanyue looked at the wall, and a ladder was still exposed.

Doctor Chu also followed her gaze and smiled embarrassedly, "I, I'll come and take a look..."

Before he finished speaking, he smelled the bloody smell of Song Wanyue's body, and his face changed, "You are injured."

"Minor injury."

Song Wanyue withdrew her gaze and went back to the front hall to sit down.

Dr. Chu followed in and brought the oil lamp over. Seeing the injuries on her arm, he gasped and was pierced, and said it was okay.

"It's really okay. They were injured more than me, so bandage them first."

Dr. Chu looked at the three guards who came in. They were almost wounded, and blood dyed their clothes red. His eyes were a little hot, and he hurriedly lowered his head in concealment, took medicine, and treated the wounds for several people.

He didn't dare to go out to see it, but based on the movement just now, he knew that there were many people coming. He couldn't imagine how these people killed those people. He originally thought that they were the ones who died, and he jumped over to see if there was still a breath. He would save the people even if he tried his best, but he didn't expect that they were all alive. It was so... great.

...

The sound of killing stopped again. He hid at home for fear that those people would rush into the house after killing Song Wanyue and others and killed themselves and their families. The people who were panicked, and prayed in their hearts that they and their families were fine.

A quarter of an hour passed, no one broke in, two quarters of an hour passed, and I still didn't hear the sound of the door being kicked open, half an hour, an hour...

Everyone was panicked and gradually stabilized. Someone got off the kang, tiptoed to the door of the house, looked out through the crack of the door. There was no one in the yard, and there was no movement outside. He boldly put his hand on the door bolt, took it quietly, and opened the crack of the door. The strong smell of blood drifted over. He was so scared that he quickly inserted the door and returned to the house.

The town fell into a silence like death, and no one dared to come out.

The prefect came from the horses of the mansion soldiers, and his internal organs were about to be pushed out, so he didn't care about it and kept urging the mansion soldiers to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves comes from far to near.

The seven guards changed their faces and grabbed the sword in their hands.

"It shouldn't be the enemy."

Song Wanyue's voice was calm, and the county magistrate went to ask for help in the afternoon. It was time for reinforcements to come here.

Outside the town, as soon as he approached the prefect of the town, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He felt tight and sat upright, "Hurry!"

The group rushed into the town and walked along the street. The soldiers carrying the prefect saw the corpse mountain in front of them. They were so scared that they suddenly tied the reins, "Big, sir..."

The prefect saw it, and was so shocked that he almost fell off the horse's back, "Hurry up, help me down."

The soldiers of the mansion dismounted first, then helped the prefect down. The prefect took a step forward in fear, opened his mouth, and after a long time, he made a voice, "Song, Miss Song?"

After shouting, he held his breath.

A gentle nod came from the other side of the corpse mountain.

The prefect couldn't believe his ears, so he immediately raised his voice and shouted again.

“Here.”

The prefect heard it clearly this time. He picked up his official robe and stepped across the corpse mountain. He saw Song Wanyue sitting on the stool at first sight. His eyes lit up, "Miss Song, are you okay?"

The seven guards standing behind Song Wanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Song Wanyue said it was okay just now, they were still not sure and were ready to fight again.

"Thank you for your concern, it's okay."

She didn't change her clothes, the wound on her shoulder was still there, and her clothes were torn. The prefect saw it when she approached and hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Doctor."

An old man in his fifties carried a medicine box and was supported by two men from the mansion, tremblingly following the mountain of corpses, and walked to Song Wanyue with weak legs.

"No, Dr. Chu has already handled it for me."

After saying that, Song Wanyue raised her chin, "Sir, let's deal with these first, don't scare the people in the town."

"I'd better let the doctor in the palace help you see. He has excellent medical skills, so I'll deal with the rest."

Song Wanyue nodded and walked into the clinic, and seven guards followed her in.

When their figures disappeared, the prefect turned around and looked at the mountain of corpses in front of him with an inexplicable expression.

A little girl and seven guards actually killed hundreds of people, and they were still people in the military camp. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.
Chapter completed!