northernbook Chapter 388 Ma Caifeng in danger
Chapter 388 Ma Caifeng in danger
Ma Caifeng and Ma Xiaolong were just there to watch the fun. They had heard for a long time that the Zhao family had married a lunatic. It was the Zhao family that ruined Ma Caifeng's reputation and her chance to marry Yang Qingfeng. She had been holding her breath for a long time, and now that there was such an opportunity, how could she miss the chance to see the Zhao family make a fool of themselves?
Ma Caifeng had a gloating expression on her face, eager to see how the Zhao family would end up this time. Ma Xiaolong followed behind with a look of curiosity, his eyes constantly looking around.
Cuihua paused abruptly when she heard Aunt Wu's voice, and the sickle she was waving paused for a moment. Then, she slowly turned around, her messy hair flying in the wind, her eyes still filled with madness and murderous intent.
When everyone saw Cuihua's actions, they couldn't help but feel happy, and they all thought that Cuihua would listen to Aunt Wu and stop.
Before the smiles on everyone's faces faded, Cuihua's icy voice rang out like a chill wind: "Are you here to die too?"
The voice was devoid of emotion, as if it came from the depths of the Netherworld, causing the hearts of everyone present to plummet into an ice cellar, and the hope that had just been ignited was instantly shattered.
Cuihua's eyes flashed with ferocity as she approached Aunt Wu, sickle in hand. Aunt Wu was prepared, quickly pulling out the sleeping powder she had carefully prepared and hurling it at Cuihua. However, Cuihua was agile and deftly dodged, allowing the powder to hit her without a trace.
Ma Caifeng was so frightened by this that her face turned pale. She had come here to see the Zhao family's jokes, not to risk her life. Thinking this, she turned and tried to flee out the door.
But Cuihua was even faster. She leaped up with both legs and landed beside Ma Caifeng in an instant. Then, a gleaming sickle was placed on Ma Caifeng's neck.
Ma Caifeng instantly collapsed to the ground, trembling and begging for mercy: "Cuihua, spare me, spare me!"
"Dad, Mom, save me." Ma Caifeng cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling and shrill.
At this moment, Ma Caifeng was so scared that she lost her soul. Her eyes were filled with extreme fear, tears flowed uncontrollably, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't want to die yet!
Seeing this, Ma Ergun and Wang Fuping knelt down in front of Cuihua with a plop.
"Cuihua, our Caifeng never provoked you!"
Ma Ergun's face was pale, his voice was pleading, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.
"Yes, it's the Zhao family who bullied you. Please let my daughter go."
Wang Fuping also begged bitterly. She kept knocking her head until her forehead bled, and her eyes were full of despair and helplessness.
However, Cuihua at this moment seemed to be completely immersed in her own world. The only thing in her mind was the tragic scene of her mother being insulted to death. Those scenes kept replaying before her eyes, and her reason was completely devoured by hatred.
"None of you can escape! You killed my mother, you killed my mother!" Cuihua screamed madly, her voice shrill and desperate. Her face was distorted with anger, which made people shudder.
Then, Cuihua turned the sickle in her hand vigorously, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light in the sunlight.
Ma Ergun and Wang Fuping's hearts felt like being hit by a huge rock, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair. Although Ma Caifeng was usually lazy, she was their most beloved daughter!
At this critical moment, a black figure flashed by like a ghost. Before anyone could react, the figure struck Cuihua in the neck at an extremely fast speed.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Cuihua's eyes went dark, her body went limp, and she was knocked unconscious.
Ma Caifeng's tense body suddenly collapsed, and as if she had lost her support, she fell into Zhuiying's arms. At this moment, Ma Caifeng felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if all fear and danger had dissipated in this warm embrace.
However, before Ma Caifeng could come to her senses, Zhuiying quickly pulled away without any reluctance.
Then, with a clean and neat turn, he mercilessly pushed Ma Caifeng into Wang Fuping's arms. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if nothing had happened before.
"My daughter! My daughter!"
Wang Fuping cried out heartbreakingly, her voice filled with endless heartache and fear. She hugged her lost daughter tightly, her arms trembling constantly, and tears flowed out like a flood, dripping onto Ma Caifeng's shoulder.
"Mom, I was scared to death just now."
Ma Caifeng sobbed and spoke, her voice trembling. She was still immersed in the fear just now, and her hands were tightly clutching Wang Fuping's clothes.
Ma Ergun looked at Zhuiying with surprise in his eyes and said, "Aying, I didn't expect you know martial arts?" He looked Zhuiying up and down.
Zhuiying frowned slightly and evaded the question somewhat unnaturally: "I just know some martial arts." His tone was flat and his expression seemed a little indifferent.
Ma Ergun narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and nodded, a pleased smile on his face. He thought to himself: It seems I have really found a treasure. Maybe this shadow chaser will come in handy in the future. Most importantly, it can help me take care of my precious daughter.
Aunt Wu had no time to care about the situation on Ma Ergun's side. She hurriedly walked towards the unconscious Cuihua in a panic, wanting to check on her condition.
At this moment, Zhao Cunliang shouted loudly: "Auntie Wu, you'd better ignore that madman and come and see Guangzong!"
His voice was filled with anxiety and anger, his eyes fixed on the injured Guangzong, veins bulging on his forehead, and he looked as if he wanted to drag Aunt Wu over.
He couldn't understand why Aunt Wu cared about a madman, and he would rather the madman died.
"Guangzong suffered an external injury, but this girl isn't normal."
As Aunt Wu spoke, she turned her head and quickly glanced at Guangzong. Then, her brows furrowed, she shook her head helplessly and said, "That palm can't be saved. It can only be cut off. What a sin!"
After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Cuihua again, her eyes filled with confusion and worry, and she muttered to herself, "But Cuihua looks different this time. Although she has been crazy in the past, she has never been so out of control as today, so full of murderous intent. Could it be that she has been greatly stimulated?"
Aunt Wu looked nervous and hurriedly took out the silver needles she always carried with her from her cloth bag. She skillfully sealed Cuihua's acupuncture points to temporarily stabilize her emotions and physical condition.
Then, she turned around and said to Zhuiying who was standing beside her, "Little brother, please carry Cuihua to the house on the hillside. I'll be back soon after I finish my business here."