Ye Wumian was unable to use his internal strength and was frail. He was no match for Aunt Yang in a head-on confrontation.
The only way to win is to sneak attack from behind when they are not prepared.
Aunt Yang has thick arms and legs, and a brute force that is not inferior to many men in the Black Elk Gang. She only holds the fifth spot behind the four leaders.
If you have some inner strength, you might be able to become the fifth master of the family.
Precisely because she had no internal strength, she didn't even notice when Ye Wumian's copper hairpin pierced her.
Ye Wumian has been planning to kill Luo Xiangzhu since he heard that he was going to bid farewell to Luo Xiangzhu tonight. The Songwen Sword was taken away by Lai Cong. He was defenseless except for the copper hairpin on his head. If he wanted to kill someone, he could only use the copper hairpin.
In vain, he had been building up his momentum for a long time and suddenly launched an attack. How could Aunt Yang avoid it?
This strong woman had been threatening her before, and she thought she had Ye Wumian under control. She never imagined that after turning around, this "little maid" would use such sinister tricks.
There was a "pop" sound, and the copper hairpin in Ye Wumian's hand had been inserted into the strong woman's neck from the right side.
Aunt Yang turned her head blankly, with a fierce look in Ye Wumian's eyes. She pressed her thick shoulder with her left hand and pressed her against the door. She struggled to escape. She increased her strength with her right hand and pushed the copper hairpin deeper. , fidgeting left and right, shaking up and down.
A bloody hole suddenly appeared on Aunt Yang's neck.
"Haha, let you scare me. Die."
Ye Wumian didn't talk much. He just muttered this sentence in his mouth, as if to vent his fear all the way. After penetrating Aunt Yang's neck, he pulled it out, stabbed a few other fatal parts, and penetrated deep into his heart. Stabbed to pieces.
He stretched out his hand to test, and found that only one breath was left hanging half-dead in the strong woman's breath. She probably wouldn't be able to breathe for much longer.
Ye Wumian was still worried. The last hairpin was pierced through the Baihui point on the top of her head. Aunt Yang immediately died. Her body limply fell to the ground and her legs straightened.
"Hey..." Ye Wumian was so exhausted that he was sweating all over, sitting on the ground panting heavily. Without internal strength, it would be somewhat difficult to kill this strong woman with physical strength alone.
After recovering for a long time, he pulled out the copper hairpin, wiped the blood randomly with the corner of Aunt Yang's clothes, and put it back into the bun.
The candlelight flickered, and Aunt Yang's dead face flickered in and out. The fear, unwillingness, and cruelty before death were all solidified in the last moment of her life.
Now I can only take these emotions with me and go to the underworld to talk to the King of Hell.
"Aunt Yang, the first time I saw you, I knew you were not a kind person. Sure enough, you threatened me several times, and even used the fact that you killed people in the cabin to scare me... What you said before The second lady is probably an innocent woman snatched away by your king, right?"
Ye Wumian looked at the dead Aunt Yang and said lightly, as if she was being tortured.
But the corpse could give no answer. Aunt Yang's face had already stiffened. If a person's consciousness could remain for a while after death, then at least she would have heard the words of judgment.
"You deserved to die, Aunt Yang."
The fight just now started suddenly and almost in one go, so there wasn't much movement. This small bamboo house is located in a remote place, with no one on duty and no one moving around.
Ye Wumian held his breath and listened carefully outside. He could only hear the sound of wind in the mountains, the sound of branches and leaves shaking, and the sound of small animals foraging for food at night.
Only then did he feel relieved.
After listening at the door for a while to make sure that no one was passing by, Ye Wumian opened the door, inserted his hands into Aunt Yang's armpits, hooked her body, and pulled hard with a straight face.
It took him a lot of effort to drag Aunt Yang's body out of the door.
This Aunt Yang should be the strongest of the three strong women in the Black Elk Gang, probably weighing one hundred and eighty pounds.
Ye Wumian had thin arms and legs, and no internal strength to assist him in dragging such a strong thing. It was his survival instinct that helped him drag out of the bamboo house in a short time.
The weeds behind the house were overgrown, half a foot high.
The candlelight in the house shines through the window paper, shining little bits of light in the weeds, making it dark and scary.
Ye Wumian took a breath and kicked Aunt Yang on the butt, kicking the corpse into the weeds.
First, I heard the sound of "rustling" rolling, and then, there was a "swishing" and "gurgling" sound of falling into the water.
Only then did Ye Wumian realize that there should be a pond behind the bamboo house.
I don’t know if the dead body will float on the pond tomorrow and be discovered, but as long as I can get through tonight, I will have plenty of time to do something.
Then he stamped out the lantern that Aunt Yang had brought and threw it into the pond so as not to leave any clues.
He walked back into the house, and the unconcealable smell of blood and putrid smell clung to the tip of his nose and stomach again. This made Aunt Yang's death seem so insignificant.
Presumably even if the big ball came in later, she would not have thought that Aunt Yang died here.
It took a while for Ye Wuxian to fully adapt to the two intertwined odors.
He sat at the table, brought the candlestick over, and carefully looked at the items in the makeup kit.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the lip paper was stained with the blood of countless innocent women.
"For the women who were forced to death by Zhang Daqiu and Yang's poisonous woman, I know that your wronged ghosts may still linger in this house for a long time and refuse to disperse."
He looked at the makeup dossier and said this to himself.
As soon as he finished speaking, the candle flickered suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the window, and the sound was shrill and harsh, as if an innocent ghost was crying.
A sharp tinnitus suddenly sounded in Ye Mian's ears, which made his heart ache. The tinnitus lasted for a long time and then gradually stopped.
Instead, his heart calmed down.
After looking around the room, the room was empty, and no ghost appeared.
However, a depressing atmosphere of sadness and resentment enveloped the room. If he hadn't practiced the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" for a long time, he would have been overwhelmed by this atmosphere.
"It seems that there is a lot of resentment in this house." He didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but tonight, he really felt a touch between yin and yang, cold, as thin as hair, and penetrated into the bone marrow. , which makes people shudder.
He stood up, bowed his hands to everyone in the room, and then said:
"Dear grievances: I was sleepless at night, passed by the Xiangjiang River, suffered an unprovoked disaster, and was detained here. It is also because of this misfortune that I have discovered your grievances.
Now the villain has killed the evil woman Aunt Yang, and is still missing the chief villain Zhang Daqiu and the chief thief. Zhang Daqiu is very powerful in martial arts, and he is no match for the villain until his internal strength is restored.
I hope all the wronged souls will secretly protect the villain, restore their skills, and kill this big ball together. The villain should crush his bones and spread his ashes to inform all the spirits in heaven! "
