A car accident, our family of three crossed

The man in black missed his sword attack because of Hang Shuheng's sudden action. Being so close to him made the man in black's sword lose its advantage. Before he could come to his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. The dagger in Hang Shuheng's hand had already pierced into his carotid artery.

"You...how...possible..."

The man in black never thought that he would die at the hands of a weak scholar. His eyes were still wide open in disbelief, expressing his unwillingness.

"Pfft..."

Hang Shuheng pulled out the dagger, and warm blood gushed out from the neck of the man in black, splashing all over his body and face. He pushed the man in black to the ground with a light push.

The man in black twitched a few times on the ground and then died completely.

Everything happened in just a moment. This scene shocked Chu Rui so much that he didn't even see how Hang Shuheng did it.

Fast, too fast...

He couldn't help but wonder, is this something that a person who doesn't know martial arts can do?

Does he really not know martial arts?

At this moment, Hang Shuheng's eyes and expression still showed the coldness of someone who had just killed someone, but the gasp coming from behind him completely broke his defense.

He turned around suddenly and saw Song Ning standing outside the study door with his hand covering his mouth in horror. He felt as if all the strength had been lost, and in panic and trembling, he dropped the dagger in his hand that was still dripping with blood.

A loud bang startled Yang Yang who was fast asleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in a daze.

Song Ning didn't care about anything else and quickly rushed into the study, got on the kang and hugged Yangyang in her arms. She couldn't let the child see this scene.

She patted him gently and coaxed him, "Go to sleep! Mother is with you!"

Perhaps it was because he was in his mother's familiar arms, Yangyang fell asleep again quickly.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the men in black hiding in the dark appeared one after another and gathered outside the study door.

The man in black lying in a pool of blood was the most skilled martial artist among the group, yet he was killed by just one move. They were as shocked as Chu Rui and even more unbelievable.

Even if Chu Rui was not injured, he might not be able to kill any of them with one move. How good is the martial arts of this seemingly weak scholar?

The panic on Hang Shuheng's face had long gone, replaced by calmness. He picked up the dagger on the ground and confronted the enemy again.

The people being blocked behind him at the moment are his loved ones, he cannot retreat, and there is also an unlucky guy who has brought trouble to their family. He swears that if he doesn't die this time, he will definitely kick that guy out of the house.

The men in black were a little fearful, and even though they had their weapons drawn, they did not dare to move for a moment.

Chu Rui had no idea how much Hang Shuheng disliked him in his heart, so he forced himself to sit against the wall.

Their situation at the moment was very unfavorable. Even as his heart continued to sink, he was still looking forward to whether Hang Shuheng could bring more surprises.

Hang Shuheng's eyes were firm and his face expressionless. Only he knew that his palms and back were already soaked with sweat.

After a long standoff, the men in black finally lost their patience and exchanged glances with each other, seeming to have reached some kind of consensus. The two men in black at the front took the lead in moving...

Hang Shuheng immediately gripped the dagger tighter, the veins on the back of his hand faintly showing, the only thought in his mind was to defeat the enemy, and he was even ready for a desperate fight.

call out--

At this critical moment, an arrow flew through the air, and one of the men in black fell to the ground, followed by another one.

A group of people in uniform appeared like gods from the sky. The men in black fought stubbornly but were ultimately no match for the other side who were more numerous and well-trained, and the situation turned around in an instant.

Amid the sound of weapons clashing, the men in black fell one after another. Song Ning just took a quick glance and then hugged Yang Yang tightly, not daring to look again. Even Hang Shuheng frowned as he watched.

Growing up in a peaceful era, they have only seen such scenes on the news, and those were blurred. Such a direct experience makes people feel physically uncomfortable.

When the last man in black fell, everyone in the group knelt down outside the door and apologized.

"I am late, please punish me, Master."

When the leader of the guards saw Chu Rui injured and leaning against the wall, his white undershirt stained with blood, he ignored the rules and stood up and walked into the house without permission, while the others remained kneeling.

The leader quickly pressed a few acupoints on Chu Rui's body, then took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured a pill into it and asked Chu Rui to take it, then began to check his injuries.

Only at this moment did Hang Shuheng feel truly relieved. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and his legs felt slightly weak.

He walked to the edge of the kang with light steps, stretched out his hand to comfort Song Ning, but suddenly found that his hands were covered with bright red blood, so he retracted his outstretched hand.

"Aning... don't be afraid, it's okay!" He called softly. At this moment, he wanted to hold the mother and son in his arms.

Song Ning opened his eyes and looked up when he heard that. They looked at each other quietly in the darkness, their eyes filled with deep concern, and silence spoke louder than words.

Looking at the corpses lying inside and outside the house, he felt really sick. He looked at the group of people still kneeling in the rain outside, then turned to look at Chu Rui.

"Can you ask your men to stop kneeling and clean up these..." He paused, "so as not to scare my wife and children."

Hang Shuheng's words reminded Chu Rui. He gently waved his hand at the guards kneeling outside and said, "All of you, get up and clean up this place immediately. Don't leave any traces behind."

"Yes."

Many hands add fuel to the fire. A dozen young men worked together and quickly carried away the bodies of the men in black. They also simply cleaned up the remaining bloodstains in the house.

Hang Shuheng didn't care where they transported the bodies, as long as they were not kept in his home.

"Aning! Take the child back to the house! Can you walk?"

Song Ning nodded, carried Yangyang off the kang and walked steadily out of the house. Hang Shuheng really wanted to lend a hand, but he was covered in blood, so he could only follow behind.

After sending the mother and son to the door of the east room, Hang Shuheng stopped at noon. He needed to clean himself up, both externally and internally.

He stepped into the rain, raised his head, and let the falling rain wash away the blood stains on his body and face.

"Master, what should we do with those corpses?"

In the study, the guard leader asked as he re-bandaged Chu Rui's opened wound.

"Send the heads to that person's house, and throw the rest into the mountains to feed the wild beasts."

"Yes."

After cleaning up, Hang Shuheng returned to the east room. Song Ning was still awake, so he sat on the kang in a daze, patting Yangyang from time to time.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up and watched Hang Shuheng approaching step by step without saying a word. She could no longer bear it and suddenly rushed into his arms, her body trembling slightly.

"Aning! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay." Hang Shuheng patted her back gently, knowing that she must be very scared.

Song Ning shook her head in his arms and said, "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid as long as you're here." She suddenly thought of something and quickly stepped out of his arms. She looked him up and down and asked, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine and not hurt, don't worry." Hang Shuheng hugged her in his arms again, giving her warmth while greedily absorbing it from her.

That night they were very close to each other, and it was the first time they slept in each other's arms since they met again. This time they were close in body and heart, without a child between them...