The First Military God of the Border

The sudden scene startled everyone in the room.

Yang Yun was instantly terrified and went limp.

Lin Hui stood at the door.

His eyes were filled with murderous rage as he scanned everyone in the room with extreme fury.

Finally, they saw Song Qingyan lying helplessly in bed.

Song Qingyan was tightly bound, her hair plastered to her face, her clothes torn in half at the chest, and tears streaming down her face.

The moment he saw Lin Hui, he neither laughed nor cried; instead, tears of joy streamed down his face.

Lin Hui's gaze turned cold as he looked at Yang Yun: "The border troops are truly capable. They have already broken through three passes and two strongholds in the Northern Wilderness and are about to advance unimpeded. What are you doing?"

Yang Yun was very surprised to see that it was Lin Hui.

"It's you? How did you manage to find this place?"

Lin Hui looked at Hu Ning: "With someone leading the way, finding it won't be difficult."

Seeing Yang Yun looking over, Hu Ning hurriedly waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with me. I took a long time to get here. Besides, we're all in the same boat. How could I possibly leak secrets?"

Yang Yun thought about it and agreed, so he ignored Hu Ning.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Hui, a smile playing on his lips. He curled his lip, his face full of disdain: "Fine, Lin Hui, you're not bad, not bad at all."

"But finding this place means your death is imminent."

He chuckled: "But before you die, there's one thing I need to figure out."

Lin Hui frowned. What did Yang Yun need him to figure out?

"you say."

Where are Zhao Hong and his men now?

Yang Yun stared intently at Lin Hui and continued, "They went to stake out outside Sigou Village, but they never came back."

Lin Hui gave a disdainful smile.

"Lying in ambush? They're here to ambush me, their real intention is to kill me, aren't they?"

"Since you want to know, I might as well tell you. People should have been dragged out by wild beasts long ago."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yun's expression changed, becoming extremely gloomy.

"Did you kill him?"

Lin Hui chuckled: "Don't you think that's a really stupid question?"

Yang Yun remained patient and didn't make a move, but Mr. Ghost couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed the cup onto the table, causing it to spin wildly as if it had been ripped off, and shouted at Yang Yun, "Aren't you going to kill him?"

After saying that, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, what are you waiting for? Kill him!"

But after he shouted, apart from the people in the room, no one came in.

This puzzled him greatly, and he shouted outside again, "Where have you all been? Come in quickly and kill him!"

He spoke loudly, but the courtyard outside was eerily quiet; no one came in.

Just as he was about to go out to check, a knife was pressed against his chest. Mr. Ghost backed in, and when he looked again, it was Wang Ping.

"There's no need to call for more men. All your men are already dead."

Upon hearing this, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

Why? Because there are not only Captain Yang Yun and four border soldiers here, but also seven or eight other people hidden in the courtyard outside. They are all elites trained by the general.

Then, how did Lin Hui and Wang Ping get in?

Moreover, even if the two of them were highly skilled in martial arts, it would be impossible for them to kill so many people silently.

But when Yang Yun saw Wang Ping's blood-stained path, he already believed it.

There are no more people outside; now, it's just them.

Thinking of this, the border soldiers inside panicked, their hands holding knives trembling. How could they possibly resist if they could silently kill everyone outside?

Old Ghost retreated repeatedly, but Wang Ping did not pursue him. In his view, killing everyone in front of him was not difficult, and there was no need to take hostages.

At this moment, the entire room fell silent.

Yang Yun was unsure of himself, but as the team leader, he forced a confident tone and said, "Lin Hui, do you realize that what you've done has completely offended General Cheng? Have you considered the consequences?"

Lin Hui and Wang Ping exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile.

"Cheng Wuyou, he disregards human life, embezzles public funds, and treats the border troops as his personal force. He's a local tyrant in Ningyuan Town. How long can he keep this up?"

Lin Hui stepped forward and laughed, "In my eyes, he's a dead man who can be killed at any time."

Yang Yun had reached his limit at this point.

Without further ado, he walked to the table, suddenly drew his long sword, and roared at the other border soldiers, "What are you all standing there for? Kill him!"

The group moved at the same time, and four gleaming knives surrounded Lin Hui.

Yes, they were surrounding Lin Hui.

Old Ghost, on the other hand, was keeping Wang Ping occupied.

Yang Yun was no weakling in martial arts. With a powerful strike, he cleaved Mount Hua straight towards Lin Hui. His blade was fierce, accompanied by an audible whooshing sound.

Lin Hui did not choose to take the blow head-on, but instead dodged to the side. As he dodged, the dagger was already in his hand. He seized the opportunity and slashed straight at Yang Yun's wrist.

Yang Yun, as expected of a captain, reacted extremely quickly, sheathing his knife and dodging Lin Hui's dagger.

Then another slash came out, and Lin Hui had no time to dodge, so he blocked it with his dagger.

Seeing that Lin Hui was about to face a master like Yang Yun, Wang Ping kicked Mr. Ghost away and then drew his sword to confront the four border soldiers.

The four of them were all veterans of the border army and had some martial arts skills, but after hearing that all their brothers outside had been killed, they had long lost their will to fight. At this moment, they drew their swords without any restraint. In just a few turns, Wang Ping stabbed one of them in the abdomen.

The remaining border soldiers were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly. Wang Ping pressed his advantage and quickly killed another one.

The remaining two were like frightened birds, and Wang Ping killed them without any difficulty.

Meanwhile, Lin Hui and Yang Yun had already gone through six or seven rounds.

The two fought back and forth.

Although Yang Yun's martial arts skills were not weak, and he had the advantage of a long saber, he was still being suppressed by Lin Hui.

Lin Hui did not choose to take him down in one fell swoop at the beginning. Instead, he took him like a dog and waited until Yang Yun was almost exhausted before suddenly exerting his strength.

Lin Hui soared through the air, his body close to the ground, and with a series of spinning attacks, Yang Yun was forced to retreat. Before Yang Yun could even regain his footing, Lin Hui's dagger had already pierced his shoulder.

Yang Yun let out a painful scream, preparing to attack Lin Hui's lower body, but Lin Hui turned around and kicked Yang Yun, sending him flying and crashing into the wall before kneeling down below.

Lin Hui gave him no chance to catch his breath, quickly stepped forward, and with a backhand slash, sliced ​​Yang Yun's neck with the dagger in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, all the border troops were dead.

Seeing this, Hu Ning didn't dare to linger. He exchanged a glance with Mr. Ghost and ran outside.

Lin Hui ignored Hu Ning and instead watched the scrambling Ghost Mr., kicking a long knife off the ground, which pierced through Ghost Mr. Ghost.

His body stiffened at first, then he fell uncontrollably to the ground, dead as could be.

Although Hu Ning appears fierce on the surface, all those ruthless things were done by Mr. Ghost, and by this time he was already terrified out of his wits.

But somehow, he found the strength to run away.

Lin Hui ignored it and went straight to Song Qingyan's side: "It's alright, sister."

He bent down and slowly untied the ropes binding Song Qingyan.

He moved very gently, afraid of hurting Song Qingyan.

As the ropes were untied, clear rope marks were visible on Song Qingyan's body, and her arms were even slightly chafed from the violent struggle.

Song Qingyan was given a new lease on life.

But instead of feeling the joy of surviving a disaster, he hugged Lin Hui tightly, burying his head in Lin Hui's chest as if trying to burrow into Lin Hui's body.

Song Qingyan was trembling all over.

At this point, she was no longer the strong woman who single-handedly supported the Shiweitian Restaurant; she was a woman, a woman who needed to rely on a man.