"Oh, miss, you can't die! If you die, what meaning would there be for a slave like me to live alone?"

"Boo hoo."

A low, mournful sobbing echoed in his ear. The child was being rocked gently, warm tears streaming down his cheeks. Wuyou unconsciously furrowed his brow and his fingers twitched slightly.

Who is crying?

Those calls, filled with immense sorrow and pain, were unfamiliar yet empowered Lu Wuyou to sense a force relentlessly calling him to awaken. What on earth was happening?

His eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Wu Yu tried desperately to open his eyes, but someone slammed him hard to the ground. His thin body was dragged across sharp stones, leaving streaks of wounds.

"Hmm."

Even as strong as he was, he couldn't help but speak out. Murderous intent surged in his heart. Never before had anyone dared to treat him like this. Since becoming the Lord of the Sha Mansion, no one had ever treated him this way?

"Waaah, no, no, Miss, please, don't touch my young mistress."

The first cries sounded again, then Zi attacked with a heavy shove. Wú Yōu felt herself being lifted up, held so tightly it was as if they were afraid of someone snatching her away.

"Get out of here."

A gruff voice echoed, the crying child was brutally dragged and thrown to the ground. Then, a heavy club swung towards Wuyou with great force, clearly intending to kill.

Seeking death.

Wuyou finally ceased to be silent, grasping both hands. With a single breath, she opened her eyes. As soon as she did, she saw the man's arm, straight and sturdy, charging toward her head. Wuyou reacted faster than she could think. She quickly dodged out of the way.

"Bang."

A tremendous sound erupted from where he had just been lying. The ground was cratered, a chaotic mess of dust and debris. Even the bat was shattered in two, a testament to the sheer force of the impact.

If it hits someone, whether they can survive is probably still a question mark.

"My child, none are without their struggles. As soon as I woke up, my head spun, almost causing Wuyou to fall to the ground. That's when I noticed that my body was almost covered in bruises."

Looking around quickly, I see four burly men standing across from me. Each holds a club in their hands. On the ground lies a frail maidservant.

The maidservant was in tears, her whole appearance disheveled. Now they were in a cage, a small one with very limited living space. And all around them sat men who weren't young.

Every person was dressed in extravagant finery. The table was laden with fruits, wine, and delicacies. At this moment, their gazes were all fixed on the central location, as if they were watching a play.

And the performer is!

Damn it.

This realization filled Wuyou with killing intent, making him see the situation clearly. It suffocated Jue, who had also been trapped in a cage before. He wanted to leave, but the only way was to kill and survive.

However, what we faced back then was a flood far more terrifying than the one before us now. What we face now is simply four strong men.

"Miss!"

On the ground, the maid's eyes were full of shock, her cheeks still wet with tears. After the shock, came immense joy. The young mistress wasn't dead, the young mistress wasn't dead! It was too good to be true, the young mistress wasn't dead.

"Closed."

I bent down and picked up the two pieces of wood lying on the ground. I looked up, my eyes cold as ice, staring at the four men across from me: "Was it you guys who just tried to kill me?"