The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The night was as black as ink and everything was silent.

Sang Yunlei was wearing a black nightgown and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes that were flashing with cold light.

He stood outside the courtyard wall of his uncle Wan Henghua's house, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his pounding heart.

He thought to himself that his uncle Wan Henghua was already an old man in his twilight years, and Xier was just a woman, so he had enough confidence that he could handle it easily.

He crouched down, rushed to the courtyard wall in a few steps, then supported himself on the wall with his hands, pushed his legs hard, and lightly climbed over the wall.

He squatted on the wall, vigilantly observing the movements in the yard.

At this time, Wan Henghua, who was sleeping in the room, seemed to notice something strange.

He was a light sleeper, and even the slightest sound could wake him up. He opened his eyes slightly, frowned in the darkness, and shouted loudly, "Who's outside?"

Sang Yunlei was startled when he heard his uncle's voice.

He didn't expect his uncle to be so alert and wake up so quickly.

His body trembled slightly, but he soon calmed down. He cursed in his heart: "This old guy has a very sharp ear."

He jumped down from the wall lightly, without making any sound when he landed.

Wan Henghua was full of doubts.

He frowned, struggled to sit up from the bed, lit the oil lamp beside the bed, and the dim light sprinkled on the door.

His voice trembled as he asked, "Who are you? Why are you covering your face? What do you want to do?"

Sang Yunlei stood at the door and saw his uncle's frightened look, and an inexplicable pleasure surged in his heart.

Wan Henghua's expression became solemn, and his eyes stared at Sang Yunlei sharply.

He quickly walked to the corner, grabbed the dusty shoulder pole, and held it tightly in his hand, as if he was holding a weapon to protect himself.

He walked out with steady steps, the carrying pole trembling slightly in his hand, revealing his inner tension and anger.

Sang Yunlei saw his uncle coming out with a carrying pole, and felt a little flustered, but it was quickly covered up by his crazy desire.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he was thinking in his heart: "Why is it so difficult for me to get Xi'er? Now it seems that I can only do something bad to my uncle."

Xier's beautiful face kept flashing in his mind. The flame of desire burned in his heart, and he was completely blinded by desire.

There was a fierce light flashing in Sang Yunlei's eyes. He thought to himself that there was no point in talking more and he should end the battle quickly.

He didn't intend to waste any more time talking. He exerted force with his legs and rushed towards Wan Henghua like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, reaching out to grab the carrying pole.

Wan Henghua gripped the carrying pole tightly and swung it with all his strength, trying to stop Sang Yunlei from getting closer.

His face was full of anger and pain, and he shouted, "You beast! If you have the guts, take off the mask and fight me fair and square."

Sang Yunlei said nothing. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill his uncle and get what he wanted.

He dodged the attack of the carrying pole, and when the opportunity arose, he punched Wan Henghua in the abdomen.

After being hit, Wan Henghua groaned, but his hands did not slow down at all.

His eyes turned red with anger, and he cursed again: "You are such a heartless person, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

Sang Yunlei still didn't say anything, but just kept attacking, his expression was ferocious, and every move was full of ruthlessness. His heart was completely occupied by desire, and family affection was thrown out of his mind at this moment.

Sang Yunlei's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

After a fierce struggle, he finally snatched the carrying pole.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos, the flame of desire was burning in his heart, burning up the only remaining trace of rationality.

He held the carrying pole high, and it gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

He roared angrily and used all his strength to smash the carrying pole down on Wan Henghua's head.

With a dull "bang", Wan Henghua's body collapsed, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief and despair.

Sang Yunlei looked at his uncle lying on the ground, his breathing rapid and disordered.

A cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen his bright future.

He threw the pole aside, glanced at his dead uncle, and said coldly: "You forced me to do this, uncle."

After Sang Yunlei dealt with his uncle Wan Henghua, his chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes flashed with crazy and fiery light. His hands still retained the tension from snatching the pole just now, but he could no longer care about it.

He hurriedly ran towards the room, repeating in his heart: "Xier, my Xier, you must be in there."

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if he had seen Xier's beautiful face.

While running, he thought to himself, "Haha, I'll be able to see Xier soon. As long as I get her, everything will be worth it."

His face was filled with excitement, a kind of madness driven by desire.

When he arrived at the door of the wing, he couldn't wait to reach out and push it open.

The moment the door was pushed open, his eyes searched the room eagerly.

Tuoba Yu lay quietly on the bed, her breathing even and gentle, immersed in a sweet dream.

The sounds of fighting and cursing outside seemed to be isolated in another world, and she slept very soundly.

Sang Yunlei's footsteps were light, but when he approached the bed, Tuoba Yu still noticed it.

Her eyelids moved and she slowly opened her eyes.

In her hazy vision, she saw a masked dark figure standing beside her bed. Her heart suddenly sank and a strong sense of fear surged in her heart.

She subconsciously shrank back, leaning against the corner of the bed, and asked in a trembling voice: "You... who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Her eyes were wide open as she looked at Sang Yunlei in horror, her hands tightly grasping the quilt as if it was her only protection.

Sang Yunlei stood there, his eyes flashing strangely in the darkness.

He looked at Tuoba Yu's horrified expression without a trace of pity in his heart. He just said coldly: "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that your fate is about to change."

His voice was hoarse and low, with a chilling eeriness.

Tuoba Yu's face was pale, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with tears of fear.

Sang Yunlei looked at Tuoba Yu's frightened expression, and the evil thoughts in his heart became stronger.

He let out a sickening laugh and began to swear.

With evil eyes, he approached Tuoba Yu step by step, saying, "Hey, little beauty, your cute look really makes me feel itchy."

Tuoba Yu wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and cried out in a sobbing voice: "You dirty bastard, if you come close to me again, I will fight you!"

Sang Yunlei didn't care at all. He licked his lips and continued to tease, "Oh, you're quite fierce. But I like to tame little wild cats like you. You can't escape from my palm today, just obey me obediently."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the quilt off Tuoba Yu.

Tuoba Yu's heart was filled with despair. She thought to herself, "How could I encounter such a demon? Am I really going to suffer this disaster today?"

She struggled desperately, trying to avoid Sang Yunlei's invasion.

In the quiet room of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Youzhou, Xi Yu lay quietly on the bed, immersed in sleep.

Suddenly, his body shook violently, and then he jumped up from the bed.

His eyes were wide open, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his face was filled with panic.

His chest heaved violently and he gasped for breath, as if he had just experienced something extremely terrifying.

He clutched his hair tightly with both hands, and the scene from the nightmare just now kept appearing in his mind.

"No, this is impossible. This is just a dream, a nightmare." Xi Yu kept repeating in his heart. His voice was trembling, and he said to himself: "Why did I have such a dream? How could Tuoba Yu fall off the cliff?"

There was still a look of fear on Xi Yu's face, and his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was still immersed in the fear brought by the nightmare.

At this time, the soldiers patrolling outside heard the noise and knocked on the door and asked, "Prime Minister, is there anything unusual?"

Hearing the questioning voice of the patrolling soldiers outside, he tried to calm himself down and said, "I had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."

The soldier looked at Xi Yu with concern, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Xi Yu frowned, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and asked, "What time is it now?"

The soldier replied respectfully: "Prime Minister, it is just after the third watch."

Xi Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm his expression. He waved his hand and said to the soldiers, "I have nothing to do. You can leave."

The soldiers looked at each other, and although they were a little worried, they saluted respectfully and turned away.

Silence returned to the room. Xi Yu stood there alone, the scene of Tuoba Yu falling off the cliff in his nightmare still constantly appearing in his mind.

He frowned, walked slowly to the table, and began to fiddle with the tea set with slightly trembling hands.

He gently picked up the teapot, put the tea leaves into it, and thought to himself as he poured the water: "This is just a dream. Maybe I have been too tired these days."

He picked up a cup of brewed tea, blew on it gently, looked at the rising steam, and said to himself: "Tuoba Yu, I hope everything is well with you."

Then he took a sip of tea, and the bitter taste spread on his tongue, just like his mood at the moment.

On the other side, a voice in Tuoba Yu's heart was shouting, "We can't just sit there and wait to die, we must resist!" Her eyes gradually became firm from the initial fear.

She suddenly stood up from the bed, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and faced Sang Yunlei.

When Sang Yunlei saw that Tuoba Yu dared to resist, he was stunned at first, and then he laughed arrogantly: "Haha, little beauty, you still want to resist? You really overestimate your own abilities."

Tuoba Yu ignored his taunting. She said to herself, "I can't let this evil villain succeed."

She took a deep breath and then acted quickly.

During the fight, Tuoba Yu was surprised to find that his body seemed to have some kind of instinct, and many moves were used naturally.

There was an expression of disbelief on her face, and she thought to herself: "What's going on? How come I know these moves? Could it be that my body's potential has been stimulated in times of crisis?"

Sang Yunlei was beaten back repeatedly by Tuoba Yu's sudden and exquisite moves. His face turned ugly and he roared: "How can you know this? Impossible!"

Tuoba Yu attacked and said, "Evil villain, this is God helping me to punish you, don't even think about succeeding."

There was a gleam of confidence in her eyes, and her whole aura was completely different from before.

Tuoba Yu's eyes became as cold as a pond, and her attacks became faster and faster, and more fierce.

She took a quick step forward, stretched out her hands, and grabbed Sang Yunlei's neck tightly.

Sang Yunlei's eyes widened instantly and he struggled in fear. He had never expected that this seemingly weak woman could be so powerful.

His face flushed red, he had difficulty breathing, and he began to beg for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Please…Please spare my life, I…I won't dare to do it again."

Tuoba Yu frowned. When she heard the familiar voice, doubts arose in her heart.

Several thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and an ominous feeling enveloped her.

She gritted her teeth and quickly reached out to remove the other person's mask.

When that familiar face appeared before her eyes, Tuoba Yu widened her eyes in shock, and her hands loosened unconsciously.

She said in disbelief: "Sang Yunlei, it's actually you! You're such a lunatic."

Sang Yunlei sat on the ground, coughing non-stop. He raised his head, with a sly and regretful look in his eyes. He whispered, "Xier, I... I was blinded by desire. I know I was wrong."

Tuoba Yu's eyes flashed with anger. She pointed at Sang Yunlei and cursed loudly: "You are worse than pigs and dogs. How could you do such a thing?"

Tuoba Yu's face turned pale in an instant, and a strong smell of blood entered her nostrils.

Her heart suddenly tightened and an ominous premonition came over her.

She ran outside in panic, and when she saw Wan Henghua's lifeless body, her body shook violently as if struck by lightning.

She stood there blankly, her eyes filled with tears and anger.

After a long while, she slowly turned around and stared at Sang Yunlei fiercely. Her voice became sharp because of anger: "Sang Yunlei, what is going on? How could my foster father die? Explain it to me clearly!"

Sang Yunlei's body kept shaking. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Tuoba Yu's angry eyes.

Tuoba Yu burst into tears and roared, "You beast! Uncle treated you so well, yet you did such a cruel thing to me. You will be punished!"

She clenched her hands into fists, wishing she could rush forward and tear Sang Yunlei into pieces.

Sang Yunlei knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "I really know I was wrong, I was confused for a moment. I will turn myself in to the authorities, I just ask you to forgive me."

Tuoba Yu's eyes were red, and anger was burning in her heart like a raging fire. She looked at Sang Yunlei who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, without a trace of pity in her heart.

"People like you don't deserve to be forgiven at all." Tuoba Yu gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

Her eyes were cold and resolute, not giving Sang Yunlei any chance to explain himself.

She acted quickly, using all her strength, and ended Sang Yunlei's life with one blow.

Seeing Sang Yunlei falling to the ground, Tuoba Yu's body trembled slightly.

She stood there, her eyes somewhat empty, her mind full of thoughts.

She thought silently in her heart: "The skills I just showed are definitely not something an ordinary person can have. Before I lost my memory, I must have been a person with great martial arts skills."

She looked down at her hands, as if she saw her former self in them.

She whispered to herself, "So I had such a past, but why did I lose my memory?"

She frowned, trying hard to recall even a fragment of the past, but there was only endless blankness in her mind.

Tuoba Yu's eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, and she ran outside like crazy.

When she saw Wan Henghua's cold body again, her legs went weak and she fell to her knees.

She covered her face tightly with her hands, and tears flowed out from between her fingers like a flood.

Her shoulders kept shaking and she whimpered in pain: "It's all my fault. How could I sleep so deeply?"

She lay on Wan Henghua's body, crying hoarsely, "Such a big thing happened outside, but I didn't know anything about it. I'm so useless. If I could wake up earlier, maybe my godfather wouldn't..."

Her voice sounded particularly sad in the silent night.

She gently stroked Wan Henghua's face, but the familiar outline was now lifeless.

That night, Tuoba Yu fell into deep self-blame.

She bit her lips and clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands.

Her eyes were staring blankly ahead, and the darkness seemed like the abyss in her heart at the moment.

She felt as if all these tragedies were caused by her.

She decided to hold a vigil for Wan Henghua in the yard. Although Wan Henghua had passed away, she hoped to express her guilt and remembrance in this way.

Although she didn't spend much time with Wan Henghua, in her heart, Wan Henghua was like her own father.

There were still traces of tears on her face, and the pain and self-blame in her eyes were clearly visible. She hugged herself with her hands, as if this could give her some comfort.

She recalled Wan Henghua's kind smile and the gentle tone he always used when speaking to her.

Her voice was choked with sobs: "I really treated you as a relative, but I failed to protect you." (End of this chapter)