AWB Chapter 385 A Miserable Night
Chapter 385 A Miserable Night
"My little beauty, you make me feel itchy. The weather is cold, come to my arms and warm yourself. Hahaha!" The leader of the bandits had an obscene face and fierce eyes, and spoke obscene words. As he spoke, he grabbed Man Niang's arm and tore her clothes off roughly.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Man Niang struggled hard, her face full of fear and anger. She tried her best to break free from the man's restraints.
The bandits surrounded Man Niang, grinning from ear to ear. One of them said flatteringly, "Boss, let the brothers have some fun later."
"Don't worry, you have your share, line up!" The bandit leader laughed wantonly, and the laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, sounding particularly ferocious and terrifying.
"Help! Help!" Man Niang screamed at the top of her lungs, her desperate voice echoing in the mountains and forests.
Her eyes were full of determination and resistance. At this critical moment, Man Niang suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head and rushed towards the man regardless of everything.
"what!"
With a shrill scream, the man who had been so smug and lustful just a moment ago suddenly lost his smile. A long gash had been opened on his face, and blood was pouring out, staining his cheeks and clothes red.
The man instantly became extremely angry, his eyes widened, full of brutality and ferocity.
"Damn bitch!"
He roared, picked up the gleaming sword in his hand, and stabbed Man Niang without hesitation.
The sharp blade mercilessly pierced Mannia's frail body. Her eyes instantly grew empty, her lips trembling slightly as if she were about to say something, but no sound came out. Then, her body slowly collapsed, as fragile and helpless as a withered flower.
The man looked at Man Niang lying on the ground, spat, and cursed viciously: "Damn it! You ruined my fun!"
"Boss, this..." The minions gathered around excitedly.
The man's face was filled with anger. He glared fiercely at the woman lying on the ground and said coldly, "Here's your reward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, as if at the command of a devil, Man Niang's body was surrounded by this group of inhuman beasts.
Their eyes were filled with greed and evil, as if they had lost the last bit of conscience as human beings.
Cuihua hid in a secret corner far away, watching everything happening in front of her with horror. She bit her hand hard, trying her best not to make any sound.
Tears kept rolling down her face like beads from a broken string, and her throat seemed to be choked by something. In fact, she was so frightened that she couldn't make any sound.
Her body kept shaking like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind. Her tender little white hands were bitten with deep teeth marks from excessive force, and even a trace of blood was seeping out.
Soon, Man Niang's body was mutilated beyond recognition by these ruthless bandits. Her once neat clothes were torn to shreds, and the ground was covered in blood and messy traces. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch.
The man who had been slashed by Man Niang simply bandaged his wound. With a ferocious hatred on his face, he said viciously to his men, "Call me Scar from now on! Remember, I am Scar of the Black Tiger Mountain Stronghold! Let's establish ourselves as kings!"
His voice echoed in the mountains and forests, as if wanting everyone to remember his terrifying name.
"Hahaha!"
The bandits laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, revealing endless arrogance and evil.
"Yes, let's declare ourselves king! From now on, this area belongs to us!" one of the minions shouted excitedly.
"Scar is the king of our Black Tiger Stronghold!" another bandit shouted at the top of his voice, his face full of flattery and fawning.
"Long live the king! Long live the king!" The others also followed suit, waving their weapons like a group of demons dancing wildly, as if they had already seen the future scene of dominating the world and doing whatever they wanted.
The night gradually darkened, the inky darkness gradually engulfing the forest. The bandits finally left, contented, their figures vanishing into the darkness, leaving behind only a dead silence and devastation.
Cuihua trembled as she emerged from the bushes where she had been hiding. Her legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and each small step seemed incredibly difficult. Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul. She mechanically approached Manniang's body, taking small, slow steps.
"They killed mother, they killed mother..." Cuihua's voice became hoarse and broken, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. She kept repeating it, and every word was filled with endless pain and despair.
Finally, she walked to Man Niang's body, slowly squatted down, and then slowly lay down beside Man Niang's body, hugging the gradually cold body tightly, as if this could retain the mother's last warmth.
I don't know how much time passed, as if time had frozen in time, and the long night seemed endless. However, the sky finally brightened, and the faint morning light struggled to penetrate the layers of branches and leaves, spreading across this miserable land.
After a long ordeal of darkness and dawn, finally, a pair of strong hands picked Cuihua up.
"My daughter, my daughter!" The voice was full of anxiety and concern, with a slight tremor.
Cuihua was so weak that she could hardly perceive anything in the outside world. She struggled to open her eyes amidst the calls. The scene before her was blurry, but the familiar voice made her subconsciously call out, "Daddy."
"Oh!" Brother He San responded sadly, hugging Cuihua tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.
His gaze turned to the cold body of his wife beside him, his body trembling, his voice hoarse and desperate: "Man Niang, Man Niang!" Those calls were filled with endless pain and regret.
Cuihua's pupils dimmed, losing their former sparkle and brilliance. Her lips were chapped, her face pale as death, and she mechanically repeated, "They killed Mother, they killed Mother." Her voice was light and lifeless, as if her soul had been shattered with her mother's passing.
He Sange suppressed the immense pain in his heart, and with trembling hands he cleaned up Man Niang's battered body. His eyes were empty, his tears had long since dried, and his face was filled with despair and sorrow.
Taking Cuihua with him, He Sange staggered away from this place full of painful memories and moved to an unfamiliar small village.
In order to ensure Manniang's burial in the ancestral tomb after her death, he announced to the public that his wife had died of insanity after giving birth, and that his daughter's illness was also acquired from her mother's womb. Only in this way could he comply with the rules of feudal ethics and give Manniang a place to rest in peace after her death.