CHAPTER 284: CHAPTER 279: SAY IT, I’LL SATISFY ALL YOUR WISHES

"Who? Who is it? Who is so audacious! How dare you commit murder in broad daylight on the street? You? You brazen rogue! You have quite the nerve! Do you have no regard for the law?"

The fat man was the first to jump out, glaring angrily at the young, handsome man in black attire, righteously reprimanding him.

The man stood against the wind, his clothes billowing, sending a sharp glance that instantly subdued the fat man’s arrogance.

Yun Ran was also looking at the man in black attire.

An unfamiliar face!

But she recognized the clothes, the exclusive uniform of the Hidden Guards by Nangong Mo’s side.

And that familiar aura of somber and menacing presence! Standing tall like a pine, with a precious sword at his waist, unsmiling, forbidding strangers to approach!

Yun Ran instinctively glanced around but didn’t see Nangong Mo’s figure.

At this moment, the man in black attire stepped forward and respectfully clasped his fist toward Yun Ran, "Divine Doctor Yan, please continue what you were doing just now."

Yun Ran looked at him, her gaze gently shifting, and she smiled slightly, "Alright, thank you!"

The fat man saw Yun Ran squatting in front of the old woman, a hint of panic crossing his eyes, and immediately jumped up to stop her.

"What are you, this quack, trying to do again? Stay away from my mother! How dare you touch even a corpse..."

Halfway through his charge, he was blocked and firmly restrained with his hands clasped behind him by the Hidden Guard in black.

The fat man struggled hard, "In broad daylight, under a clear sky, do you have no regard for the law? Let go of..."

"Be honest! Otherwise..."

Xiange coldly stared at him, his gaze as if quenched in ice, sending the fat man shivering with a chill, not daring to struggle or move again.

He didn’t even dare to shout loudly anymore, only wildly exchanged glances with the seven or eight sturdy men on the ground.

The group immediately understood and wanted to stop Yun Ran, but they heard the clinking sound of a sword being drawn.

Accompanied by a voice as cold as ice:

"Anyone who dares move, dies."

The group shivered, looking up at Xiange, feeling their legs go weak.

That person was too terrifying! He had just beaten them to the ground without even drawing his sword, leaving them searching for their teeth everywhere!

Now that he showed his weapon, going up would surely mean death?

At this moment, a middle-aged woman rushed out from the crowd, dressed in mourning clothes, looking haggard and grief-stricken, directly pouncing in front of the stretcher to pull Yun Ran.

"Such sin! What are you doing? My mother has already passed, please don’t harm her body anymore!"

Yun Ran blocked her with one hand, while holding a silver needle between the fingers of the other hand, her pale fingers flying, applying a needle each to the Baihui, Shanzhong, Guan Yuan, and Yongquan acupoints of the old woman.

The middle-aged woman didn’t manage to stop her in time, now her eyes nearly popped out of her head, looking pained and sorrowful.

"How can you be so heartless! You’ve already killed her, yet you continue to torment her! Do you want to trap her soul so she can’t become a fierce ghost and seek revenge on you?"

"Villagers, please open your eyes and see! What kind of Divine Doctor is this? This is clearly a hidden-hearted, cold-blooded, ruthless murderer! You’ve all been deceived by his kind appearance!"

The crowd stirred with some murmurs of doubt.

"Although I don’t know medicine, I’ve heard the Baihui at the top of the head shouldn’t be touched lightly! He inserted such a long needle in!"

"I’ve heard my great-grandfather talk about the legend of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, where the needles fall on extremely dangerous acupoints. Look at where he just applied those needles..."

Just then, the ’long-deceased’ old woman suddenly coughed violently and tilted her head to spit out a black pill.

This scene stunned everyone, even the middle-aged woman in mourning clothes was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the pill, then at the old woman, her eyes wide open.

The moment the old woman met her gaze, it seemed she suddenly realized something and immediately closed her eyes, tilted her head, and lay back on the stretcher.

The middle-aged woman also reacted, immediately throwing herself on her and crying bitterly.

"Mother! Was that your last breath of life? You don’t want to leave us, right? Oh, mother, it’s all the fault of that quack who killed you!"

Crowd: "......"

The last breath of life?

A waking from the dead?

Or, feigning death?

Yun Ran watched the sorrowful parting of the two with some speechless eye-rolling, her tone hauntingly reminding them:

"Auntie, stop acting, aren’t you afraid crying over a living person will actually cry her to death? Isn’t she your mother?"

"And that granny, is pretending to be a corpse fun? How about I help turn you into a real one?"

"However, I don’t have any pills that make someone look like a corpse with a gray complexion while remaining conscious for you to take."

"I do have a sword as thin as a cicada’s wing, about two meters long, that cuts through iron like mud, and slices gold like jade."

"One slice can cut your skull in two, another slice and your head separates from your body, one slice down the middle and it’s half left, half right..."

"So, granny, what shape of corpse do you like? Speak up, I can accommodate you!"

"??!!"

The old woman lying on the stretcher pretending to be dead was trembling like a sieve, stubbornly refusing to ’come to life’.

Such a twisted little fellow! A face so handsome gone to waste!

But, he’s just trying to scare me, surely he’s just trying to scare me! He wouldn’t really dare to do that!

I’ve lived over eighty years, not grown up to be frightened! I don’t believe you...

Suddenly, the old woman was horrified to find her neck feeling a chill, the cold metal sensation in the winter all the more intense.

More horrifying was the blade that traced slowly along her neck as if a snake slithering, making her shudder in fear.

"Since you’re not speaking, I’ll decide as I please! Let’s cut off the head first!"

Upon hearing this, the old woman snapped open her eyes, only to see a blade gleaming with cold light resting on her neck.

Yun Ran held the sword with one hand and smiled at her, "Are you opening your eyes because you don’t like having your head cut off? Then what about opening up your belly first?"

Saying this, the blade moved down, brushing her chest, stopping at her stomach, "Hmm, should it be a horizontal cut? Or a vertical one?"

The old woman’s body trembled violently, almost cursing, but she was afraid of Yun Ran’s knife and didn’t dare provoke her.

By now, the surrounding crowd was in an uproar, pointing at the old woman and the middle-aged woman, discussing them.

"How treacherous! How deceitful! Pretending to be dead to harm others!"

"This is clearly a plotted act to harm Divine Doctor Yan!"

"Luckily, Divine Doctor Yan was wise and shrewd to see through their scheme! Otherwise, it would have been dangerous for him!"

"Too hateful! These wicked intentions evildoers! Send them to the authorities for investigation!"

The old woman and the middle-aged woman were momentarily flustered by the situation, but age indeed brings wisdom.

The old woman gritted her teeth and said to the crowd, "We didn’t harm him, don’t wrong the innocent!"

"I actually almost died after taking the medicine he prescribed! Just now, those random needles he applied must have accidentally worked, unexpectedly pulling me back from the brink of death."

"It’s all due to ancestral virtue and divine protection! It wasn’t my fate to die! Otherwise, I would have been killed by that young child!"

The middle-aged woman instantly understood, cooperating seamlessly.

She grabbed the old woman’s hand, tears streaming down her face.

"Mother, it’s great! You’re alive again! Thank goodness for our ancestors’ protection and the heavens’ blessing! Thankfully, we didn’t bury you, otherwise, you would’ve been gone!"

Yun Ran: "..."

Yun Ran looked at the two of them, utterly speechless, lightly saying:

"Since you enjoy acting, why not go to the governmental office and perform slowly?"

Just as she finished speaking, Xiange’s figure appeared like an apparition before them, quickly grabbing the two off the ground one in each hand...

Yun Ran: "..."

She blinked in surprise, silently cursing in her heart.

[Are all Nangong Mo’s Hidden Guards such heroic, mountain-moving figures?]

[Yet this one doesn’t even look muscular! Clearly built to the proportions of a handsome man!]

The mother and daughter pair momentarily forgot to cry, flapping their hands and feet, struggling fiercely.