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"Rent! Rent! My life! Someone! Hurry, someone! Tear that wild boar to pieces! Killing the pig is not enough."
The old lady, accustomed to wielding power at home, looked at the crowd and found them equally detestable. With so many people around, couldn't they handle a single pig? If they had stepped in sooner, would her grandson have suffered like this?
She raised her trembling hand, pointing at the onlookers, irrationally ordering her servants, "Hit them! Make sure to hit them hard! How dare they just stand there and watch my grandson suffer! Hit them! Kill them all!"
Sang Qingxiao stepped forward and walked up to the wild boar, affectionately patting its head. "Da Zhuang, don't be afraid. Just keep going."
Thinking her grandson was merely attacked by the wild boar, it wasn't until the woman stepped out that the old lady realized her grandson had endured everything because of a woman's schemes.
The old lady cursed Sang Qingxiao with the foulest language. When her servants tried to approach to capture her, they found themselves unable to get any closer.
Yet Sang Qingxiao smiled and comforted her, "Old lady, save your tears for later. Don't wait until the moment when a black-haired person sends off a white-haired one and find you can't cry anymore. I promised you I would take your grandson home; it's just a few steps away. Once we arrive, I will give you an explanation before he meets his end."
The wild boar rampaged through the area, causing quite a commotion. News spread quickly—one telling ten, ten telling a hundred—and more and more people gathered to watch. The officials arrived last.
Sang Qingxiao also spotted Qi Xiaomian. Although he had brought people with him, he did not intervene but stood at a distance observing everything unfold.
The Military Affairs Office and officials from the Capital of Jingzhao arrived shortly after Qi Xiaomian. They not only surrounded Sang Qingxiao and her group but also arranged for crowd control. The so-called clearing of the area merely meant moving people further away while many still climbed high to get a better view.
Just as they settled in front of Pang Manor, Sang Qingxiao heard a distant sound and quickly turned to shield the wild boar with her body. With a firm grip, she blocked an arrow shot at the boar.
"Bold ruffians! How dare you attempt to kill my son in broad daylight!"
A fierce horse galloped towards them.
Sang Qingxiao looked at the newcomer—just in time!
Another arrow was shot towards Sang Qingxiao. She effortlessly caught it again, skillfully twirling it in her hand before lightly brushing her fingertip against the arrowhead. The arrow glimmered faintly as she hurled it back.
It seemed like a casual throw with insufficient force and aim, yet that arrow appeared to have a mind of its own as it flew straight for Pang Yong. After being deflected once, it seemed imbued with life as it struck again and again until it forced Pang Yong off his horse in utter disgrace.
Pang Yong rolled several times due to inertia to evade the pursuing arrows. After several attempts, the arrows finally lay still on the ground.
At this moment, though covered in dirt and disheveled from his frantic dodging, Pang Yong's mind cleared somewhat. Though he lacked strategy, his years in officialdom had given him some insight.
His opponent employed cunning tactics that were hard to defend against; if not handled properly, they could become formidable foes.
He decided it was best to first understand the situation clearly and calm down his opponent before considering other options.
"This young lady," he began cautiously, "I wonder what my son has done to end up in such dire straits?"
"Your son killed my Spirit Familiar," she replied coldly. "Before that, he used extremely cruel methods to humiliate my Spirit Familiar. To insult my Spirit Familiar is to insult me as a Demon Catcher."
Caution Tablet: Anyone who insults the Demon Catcher shall die! The Demon Catcher has the authority to execute this judgment!
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