The Secret of the Locust Tree "You've got quite the mouth on you, little girl!"
The gap-toothed old man from earlier somehow found the strength to shove Liu Chen aside and rush in front of the horse.
He spread his arms wide, looking as though he'd resigned himself to death.
"If you've got the guts, trample over this old man's body!"
"This world won't let people live anyway! Death will be cleaner! Even if I turn into a vicious ghost after I die, I still won't let you off!"
Seeing this, the villagers behind him began clamoring even louder, shoving and crowding forward.
"Come on!"
"If you've got the nerve, kill the whole village!"
Liu Chen's face turned livid, and he was just about to step forward to stop them.
Clang—!
A clear ring of steel sounded.
A cold flash skimmed past the old man's scalp and slammed viciously into the trunk of the old locust tree behind him.
It sank three inches into the wood.
The hilt still trembled violently.
"One."
"..."
The uproar came to an abrupt halt.
The gap-toothed old man froze where he stood as a few strands of gray-white hair drifted slowly down.
His eyes widened as he stared at the hoof inches away, then at the expressionless girl on horseback.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her gaze to the old man.
"Two."
Everyone turned white as death. For some reason, a single thought rose in their hearts.
She really dared to kill every last one of them!
The old man's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
The villagers, like a tide split apart, slowly retreated to either side, revealing a dirt path leading into the village.
Jiang Yuechu flicked the reins.
"Into the village."
The Crimson-Eyed Stallion stepped forward, striding over the old