CMWKSD -Chapter 86 Encountering Slaughter on the Road

Snow fell heavily, and the cold wind carried a metallic, bloody scent. Jiu Yue had just flipped over the sweet potatoes drying on the charcoal stove.

She suddenly sat up straight, moved with lightning speed, and slipped out of the carriage. Pressing close to Ji Yiqing’s ear, she whispered sharply: “Stop!”

Ji Yiqing turned to ask her what was wrong, but saw her face set in serious concentration.

He immediately tightened the reins, and the carriage slowly came to a halt.

Ji Zhouye, a step behind, saw the carriage stop and hurriedly pulled on his reins. With the snow and cold wind, even shouting would have been useless.

He scrambled down from the carriage frame, ran a few steps, and approached the side of Ji Yiqing’s carriage to ask what was happening.

He saw Jiu Yue standing on the frame, looking intently ahead, one hand resting on her waist.

Everyone knew that on Jiu Yue’s waist was her specially made dagger.

She had sensed danger ahead.

Ji Zhouye dared not speak. Ji Chaomian also climbed out of the carriage and softly asked, “What’s going on?”

Ji Yiqing tried to see ahead like Jiu Yue, but he could see nothing.

Jiu Yue had excellent night vision, but in such a snowstorm, she could only make out figures struggling ahead, with blood visible, but not the people themselves.

The target ahead was simply too large.

Jiu Yue made a decisive call: “Hide the carriage in the forest. I’ll go check it out ahead.”

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian shook their heads simultaneously: “If you’re going, we go together.”

Jiu Yue’s martial skills were impressive, but if there were dozens of bandits ahead, she wouldn’t be able to escape easily.

At that moment, the fight ahead suddenly reached a point less than a hundred meters in front of them.

And it seemed the people ahead had noticed them.

Ji Weizhou and Ji Wanquan were also brought to this carriage. After all, Jiu Yue was on it, so safety was a priority.

Jiu Yue didn’t plan to get involved, but since the other side had seen them…

It would be a case of letting the two sides fight until they were worn down, and then she would move in to finish the rest—taking out each one without leaving anyone alive.

Jiu Yue was just about to herd everyone into the carriage when Ji Chaomian noticed the small military flag in their hands and the armor worn by the people ahead.

“It’s the Shen Family Army!”

Jiu Yue turned her head. “You recognize them?”

Ji Chaomian was excited—actually, all the Ji brothers felt a surge of excitement.

The Shen Family Army—a force that lured enemies with themselves, guarding the northern borders, a family of heroes.

Of General Shen’s seven sons, only three remained.

For generations, the Shen Family Army shed blood on the northern battlefield. Their deeds were so legendary that even village children had heard of them, since Qingshui County wasn’t far from the northern borders.

Few people had never heard the name of the Shen Family Army.

Jiu Yue remained silent. As a killer, she had one unspoken rule: she never killed soldiers who defended their country.

Not because she was patriotic—she didn’t even know her own full name, let alone her country—but because in her fragmented memories, one thing remained.

Before being captured by the Dark Moon organization, she had once been taken in by an elderly general with no children.

The old general had fought for his country his whole life. Old and childless, he lived a lonely life, yet he earned everyone’s respect.

When his guards saluted him, the admiration and respect in their eyes left a deep imprint on Jiu Yue’s soul.

If it hadn’t been for the Dark Moon’s killers being ordered to kill the old general, Jiu Yue might have grown up as the general’s adopted granddaughter and become a soldier herself, instead of a cold-blooded assassin.

So when she began taking on missions, the first person she killed was the assassin who had brought her to Dark Moon and killed the old general.

For soldiers who defended their homeland, Jiu Yue had at least a small conscience.

Now, those people struggling ahead were only thirty to fifty meters away.

“They look different from us,” Ji Yiqing noted, eyeing the combatants—one side was clearly of a foreign tribe.

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian exchanged a glance, both silently realizing what kind of people they were dealing with: spies.

The Shen Family Army was clearly at a disadvantage.

A few armored young men were protecting a comrade with a bleeding arm, forced to fight while retreating. They were drawing closer and closer to the carriage.

“Do you think if I help them kill those people, the Shen Family Army will pay me silver?”

Ji Yiqing was confused, opening his mouth to ask, but before anyone could react, Jiu Yue kicked the Ji brothers off the carriage one by one.

Ji Chaomian and Ji Yiqing, experienced as they were, instinctively shielded their heads.

But Ji Zhouye, Ji Wanquan, and Ji Weizhou were clearly less experienced—especially Ji Weizhou, who was a bit overweight.

He was sent tumbling headfirst into a snowbank on the roadside, legs flailing like a wrapped radish, before Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian helped him out.

Using the horse for leverage, Jiu Yue leapt up, kicked off a tree by the roadside, and launched herself toward the struggling group ahead.

Ji Yiqing’s pupils constricted. His mouth opened, but he forced himself to stay silent—he couldn’t distract Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue landed on a foreigner’s neck, twisted her legs, drew the dagger from her waist, and slashed horizontally.

A nearly two-meter-tall man collapsed with a thud.

She rolled across the snow and then swiftly picked up a fallen broadsword, standing again.

The combatants were stunned by Jiu Yue’s sudden appearance.

The blood on her blade had already frozen into ice.

She clicked her tongue, tore off her cloak, pressed the blade against it, and scraped off the frozen blood. It gleamed with a terrifying shine.

Several foreign fighters’ eyes hardened as they converged on her position.

Jiu Yue raised her gaze slowly. Her bloodthirsty eyes, with a hint of eerie amusement, made people shiver in the dark snow.

She was a hellish warrior. The fierce wind lashed, making it hard to keep eyes open.

One hand gripped her sword, the other held the tie of her cloak at her neck.

With a swift motion, the cloak fell to the snow, carrying the scent of blood and turning bright crimson.

With a clatter, she stepped back with her right leg, crouched like a coiled leopard, and then shot into the crowd of foreigners.

“Don’t forget the silver!”

In the next instant, Jiu Yue moved through the foreign ranks with strange, almost supernatural speed.

Her small frame gave her an advantage. When the towering foreigners bent down, she slashed upward at their necks.

Blood spattered everywhere, quickly staining the snow red.

They could only clutch their necks, willing to live, yet utterly helpless.

One by one, they fell with loud thuds.

The Shen Family Army quickly reacted, using Jiu Yue’s strikes to surround and attack the remaining foreigners.

The battle’s momentum shifted suddenly. Trapped moments ago, the Shen Family Army, with Jiu Yue’s intervention, gained the upper hand.