I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 313: Big Brother, we're here!

He swaggered into the dilapidated temple and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Big brother, we're here!" The voice, like a booming bell, echoed through the dilapidated temple.

However, as soon as he uttered the words, he was struck as if by a sudden bolt of lightning, and froze on the spot.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his mouth agape, as if his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

He saw his elder brother entangled with an elderly man in an extremely bizarre and obscene position, a scene that left his mind completely blank.

His brothers, who followed closely behind him, surged in like a tide. When they saw this astonishing scene, they were all frozen in place.

Some of the brothers stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, their faces filled with disbelief and terror.

Some instinctively covered their mouths with their hands, seemingly trying to stop themselves from screaming, but unable to suppress their shock, making "whooshing" sounds through their fingers.

Some of the brothers' legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground, their faces as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

Even worse, some people turned away completely, not daring to look again, while muttering to themselves.

"What...what's going on?" The whole scene was chaotic, and the bandits' expressions were varied, filled with astonishment, embarrassment, and bewilderment.

At this critical moment, the Flower Monk finally managed to regain a tiny bit of consciousness.

When he saw his brother appear before him like a ghost, his face instantly turned bright red, and shame, panic, and anger surged into his heart all at once.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he glared fiercely, determined to stop this absurd act immediately.

But the damned drug made his body feel as if it were controlled by a demon, completely beyond his control.

He could only shout hoarsely, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.

"You bunch of bastards, get the hell out of here!" The voice was hoarse and filled with despair, as if it came from the depths of hell.

At this moment, he finally realized, as if waking from a dream, that there was a big problem with the kettle he had just snatched from Fang Xiaoxiao.

But in his current wretched state, he had no time to think about revenge. All his anger erupted like a volcano, and he unleashed it all on the old servant in front of him.

The old servant slowly regained some consciousness amidst this chaos. When he was horrified to find himself in such a wretched situation with the Flower Monk, he felt as if all the bones in his body were being crushed, and the pain was excruciating.

His face was streaked with tears and snot, his features were contorted beyond recognition, and he looked like a dying ant. His voice trembled and became incoherent, filled with endless fear and pleading as he cried out.

"Brother, spare me! Brother! I racked my brains and used every trick in the book to lure Hua Ruyan out of Dounan County! Please have mercy on me and see how hard I've worked, even if I haven't done anything to achieve anything. Please stop torturing me like this. My old bones are really about to fall apart. I feel like I'm about to die!"

Upon hearing this, the Flower Monk showed no pity whatsoever; instead, he became even more enraged.

His facial muscles twitched violently, like a wild beast out of control, as he gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"You damned dog! For a few stinking coins, you dare to betray your master who has served you for so many years! A treacherous, inhuman creature like you deserves to die! Now that you are of no use to me whatsoever, you still dare to beg for mercy?"

As he spoke, his movements became increasingly brutal and ruthless, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart by torturing the old servant.

After overhearing the vulgar conversation between the monk and the old servant, Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan had a sudden realization, finally understanding the series of strange events and why the monk had coincidentally appeared in the dilapidated temple.

Their eyes met, and their expressions were filled with sudden realization.

Pei Yan frowned slightly, his expression solemn. He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard, and spoke slowly.

"Xiao Xiao, look, now we finally understand. This is no accident; it must be a vicious conspiracy they meticulously planned."

Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lip tightly, until it lost all color. She nodded forcefully, her eyes flashing with anger, and then spoke.

"That's right. No wonder Hua Ruyan encountered bandits in that forest, and all the others perished, leaving only this old servant and Hua Ruyan alive. Humph, it turns out it was this old servant who was behind it all!"

At this moment, Hua Ruyan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her spirit completely collapsed.

Her once bright and lively eyes were now empty and lifeless, her gaze dull as if she had lost focus, her face expressionless, as if she were a wooden statue.

She stood there stiffly, oblivious to everything around her, as if her soul had left her body and she had truly become a lifeless wooden figure.

As they looked at each other in confusion, a mournful cry, as shrill as a cuckoo's cry of blood, suddenly came from the dilapidated temple.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of the deepest hell, carrying endless pain, despair, and deep resentment, like a sharp sword that instantly pierced the brief peace.

The sound was sharp and piercing, filled with a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, as if a cold current rushed from their feet to their heads.

The mournful cries and angry roars indeed erupted simultaneously from the throats of the Flower Monk and the Old Servant.

At this moment, the Flower Monk resembled a maddened beast, his facial muscles contorted beyond recognition, and the veins on his forehead bulging as if they were about to burst through his skin.

With all his might, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the old servant, who was already limp like a dead dog, flying away.

The old servant's body, like a weightless rag bag, traced a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

The monk was still not satisfied. He gritted his teeth and spat at the old servant's mangled corpse, cursing him filthyly.

"You useless coward, you've ruined my great plan!"

Immediately afterwards, his eyes, like burning fireballs, frantically looked around, revealing extreme panic and anger.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao and her companions were nowhere to be seen.

Anger erupted like raging volcanic lava, and a deafening roar came from his throat.

"Second-in-command! And you bunch of good-for-nothings, get yourselves in here!"