The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 498 - 502: Unparalleled in the World (14)

Chapter 498: Chapter 502: Unparalleled in the World (14)

The blood holes in the necks of the fallen men tore wider and wider, as a black bug the size of a fingernail voraciously gnawed at the flesh surrounding them.

"Ah...."

The blinded men quickly ceased their movements in agony, frantically digging into their blurred, flesh-filled eyes with two fingers, "Demoness, you’re a demoness...."

"What have you done to us...."

Hiding under the table, the tea house owner was nearly scared shitless by the pitiful cries.

To his surprise, instead of the woman’s tragic screams, it was the malevolent men who were emitting the shrill, agonizing cries.

"Do you know who we are? We are the Thirteen Wind Chasers, and Black Wind Mountain won’t let you get away with angering us."

Su Li, hearing this, let out a cold laugh. It seemed they were not in enough pain yet—they still had the presence of mind to distract themselves with idle talk.

With a slight movement of her fingers concealed within the wide sleeves, the remaining few standing in the tea house, aside from her, all collapsed.

The men who had blinded themselves actually gouged out their very own eyeballs.

The scene was a bloodbath, the tables and chairs of the tea house were smeared with viscous, red-black blood, and Su Li, standing spotless amidst the carnage, appeared even more eerie and terrifying.

The owner, now aware of the gang’s self-revealed identity, went limp on the floor, frightened to the point of nearly fainting.

The Thirteen Wind Chasers had an infamous reputation, known for their notorious misdeeds.

Their greatest sin was the obliteration of an entire small village, massacring one hundred and seventy-three people, from elders in their seventies to infants barely a month old.

Any girl or woman of slight beauty suffered their abuse without exception.

Despite such a heinous crime, they still roamed free, making merry with their days, simply because their individual martial skills were only average, but the thirteen of them acted in perfect harmony. When they worked together, their combined combat power could rival that of top-tier experts.

Furthermore, having recently joined Black Wind Mountain, their power had only increased. Any lone hero who tried to take them on met with utter defeat.

Their evil fame was such that even a three-year-old child could recount one or two of their deeds.

The tea house owner felt as if he had walked through the gates of Hell today, having hosted the notoriously wicked Thirteen Wind Chasers as his guests.

Considering that when they got up to leave, it would be his time to be decapitated, the tea house owner felt inexplicably grateful to the mysterious woman who appeared out of nowhere.

Only when the last traces of sound had faded away did the owner, trembling, drag his limp body out from under the table.

"Lady...," he began to say.

Before he could finish, faced with a scene akin to the Hell of Asura, his eyelids rolled back and he passed out in fright.

The thirteen corpses scattered around the tea house were vanishing into thin air at a bizarre speed.

Starting with the feet and moving upward—calf, arm, and finally the brain—the bloodstains on the floor also vanished without a trace.

Su Li, standing in their midst, lips curled into a weak smile, looked to the other living person present like a Demon God descended on earth, pitifully merciless and despicably frightening.

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In the last moment before the tea house owner lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a violent coughing sound.

The news that the Thirteen Wind Chasers had met their demise, after committing so many evils, spread throughout the Capital, and from there by traveling merchants to every corner of the North and South.

The tea house wasn’t too far from the Capital, so the news spread incredibly quickly.

Soon, the tale of the Su Family’s eldest daughter’s flight from home had been overshadowed by the news that the Thirteen Wind Chasers had been wiped out, capturing everyone’s attention.

Some questioned the veracity of the news; not only did they wonder how a living person could be sent off to the afterlife, but also because the site of the incident wasn’t too far from the Capital. Curiosity seekers who went to investigate found no trace of the Wind Chasers whatsoever.

Wherever something has happened, there is usually some kind of clue left behind.

However, aside from the tea house owner who was the sole witness to the events, there was nothing to be found, as if all the stories were conjured up by the tea house owner’s imagination.

Three days later, after Black Wind Mountain was raided and the village people along with it, a piece of news emerged from the rescued victims: a frail young girl wearing a gold lotus crown, dressed in a plain but magnificent Daoist robe, and adorned with pearls from the East Sea, had sent the Black Wind Mountain Chief and all the wicked villagers to the afterlife, leaving not even residue behind.

People couldn’t help but connect this incident with the one from a few days earlier about the Thirteen Wind Chasers being sent off.

Perhaps the tea house owner hadn’t lied.

But how can living people be sent off to the afterlife? Those curious couldn’t comprehend it, but no matter how they inquired, the people saved from Black Wind Mountain remained tight-lipped, pressuring them only to reveal that the girl was a Goddess, sent by the heavens to relieve suffering, and her methods were beyond the questioning of mortals.

The rescued individual was none other than the young heir from Prince Zhenan Mansion, who held the girl in high esteem.

Once the young heir spoke up, the curiosity seekers, despite their curiosity, dared not ask more questions, for fear of upsetting him and his altered temperament.

With such a sensational event occurring, the eyes of the Capital’s citizens temporarily shifted away from the spectacle at the Su Family’s home.

But the Su Family themselves felt no relief, rather they were more anxious and distressed than ever.

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Inside the main hall, the adults and children of the Su Family had gathered together.

Mrs. Su was covering her face with a handkerchief, discreetly shedding tears, and her face showed immense grievance.

The Old Lady and Old Master Su sat at the head of the table with ashen faces.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the Old Lady’s trembling fingers and her heaving chest, indicating her extreme emotional instability.

Aunt Hong, concerned, was gently rubbing the Old Lady’s back to ease her breathing, worrying that the Old Lady might get so agitated she’d harm herself.

In the hall, Su Yao, Su Qingqing, and Su Zhi, the three siblings, were all present.

Su Yao’s expression was inscrutable, his forbidding demeanor almost a mirror of Old Master Su, making people wary of coming too close.

Su Qingqing glanced at her father and elder brother, wanting to explain on her mother’s behalf, yet she was at a loss for words.

Ever since hearing the truth from her mother, she had felt resistant and frightened towards her father and brother.

Su Zhi didn’t have as many thoughts as Su Qingqing; after thinking it over, he couldn’t help but speak out, "Grandmother, you can’t blame my mother for all of this. Who would have thought that Su Li could harbor such ill intentions."

"She practically stripped the house of everything valuable. It’s like she’s left us with no way out..."

"Sister is to be married into Prince Qi’s Mansion, and her dowry cannot be meager. Now... what should we do..."

The Old Lady of course knew that this matter couldn’t be blamed entirely on Mrs. Su, but someone had to be the outlet for her pent-up fury, right?

With the main culprit nowhere to be found, and her whereabouts still unknown, of course, she couldn’t bear to vent her anger on her son or grandson, leaving Mrs. Su, an outsider, as the only option for her to lash out at.

It was all just talk, but when her grandson pointed it out like that, the Old Lady just couldn’t keep her face.