209: The family must be neat and tidy

Although he didn't know what the token represented, Su Ming could guess that it was definitely not an ordinary item, and might even be related to the outside world.

So, he immediately tucked the token into hisArms, claiming it as his own.

After confirming that he couldn't find anything else good on Chen Xiuyu, Su Ming redirected his attention back to the battlefield.

At this moment, the Northern Wilderness soldiers were clearing the battlefield, and seeing Su Ming walking towards them, they immediately stopped what they were doing, straightened their backs, and looked at him with fervent admiration.

Su Ming did not interfere with them; he simply gathered a hundred-man team and rushed towards the Dagan military camp.

Because all the active forces had already been led to the battlefield by Su Yiyao, the Dagan military camp now only had some elderly, weak, and sick individuals who were unable to move easily.

When they saw a small team approaching from a distance, they thought it was their Dagan forces who had achieved the final victory, and one by one, they cheered and ran out to greet them.

However, as the group got closer, they were horrified to realize that these people were not Dagan soldiers at all, but Northern Wilderness soldiers!

And although they had never seen the rumored King Pinggan of Northern Wilderness, they had heard so many rumors about him that their ears were practically calloused, so they recognized at a glance that the one walking at the very front was none other than Su Ming!

Everyone's faces instantly turned pale; even a fool could guess Dagan's fate now.

A cloud of dust drifted by, and Su Ming, riding his warhorse, had already arrived before them; his soul-shaking oppressive aura made these people feel difficulty breathing for a moment.

"Kill them all."

After giving his cold command, Su Ming dismounted and walked alone into the Dagan military camp.

.........

In a certain tent, Su Yike and Su Yimiao, who had already become cripples, lay quietly on the bed, the atmosphere in the room eerily silent.

The two looked at each other without a word; if not for the occasional flicker of resentment in their hollow eyes, an uninformed person would have thought they were two corpses.

Just then, the two heard cheers from outside, and a strong, unusual light burst forth from their hollow eyes.

"Big Sister is back!!! It must be Big Sister, she won the battle and came back!!!"

Su Yimiao spoke excitedly, falling directly from the ground, and despite the severe pain in her body, she crawled towards the outside of the tent like a maggot.

"Abba~! Abba~!"

Su Yike, whose tongue had been cut out by Su Ming, mumbled incoherently, but also got off the bed excitedly.

They eagerly hoped that Big Sister could bring Su Ming back alive; they wanted to personally witness the demon who had turned them into this state being tortured to death.

Just as the two women's expressions grew more fervent, the tent flap was suddenly pulled open.

Blinding sunlight streamed through the door flap into the previously dim room, causing the two women to instinctively raise their hands to block the sun, making them unable to clearly see the person who had entered for a moment.

Once they gradually adjusted to the outside light, they eagerly looked towards the person who had entered.

But the next moment, they were astonished to find that standing before them was not their eagerly awaited Big Sister at all, but the devil they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The two women's bodies trembled simultaneously as if they had been electrocuted, and the expressions of pleasant surprise on their faces instantly froze.

As if they had seen a true devil, their eyes were filled with unspeakable terror.

Su Ming stood at the entrance of the tent, a brilliant smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, as he greeted the two with a grin.

"Third Sister, Fourth Sister, how have you been recently?"

This voice, to Su Yike and Su Yimiao, was no different from the voice of a demon from hell, causing them to shiver uncontrollably again.

The scenes of what Su Ming had done to them earlier flashed before their eyes like a slideshow, making the fear in their hearts reach an unparalleled degree.

Su Yimiao bit her lips tightly, letting blood trickle from the corners of her mouth, and asked Su Ming in a hoarse voice:

"Why are you here? Where are my Dagan soldiers? Where is my Big Sister?!"

Su Ming chuckled.

"Hehe, Dagan soldiers... I killed them all."

"Fifty thousand Dagan soldiers, not a single one left, oh~"

Boom~!

Su Ming's words were like a bolt from the blue, making the two women's heads spin.

Su Yike shook her head frantically, but not a sound came from her mouth.

Su Yimiao lay on the ground, screaming hysterically.

"Impossible!!! Impossible!!! Big Sister is our Dagan's Martial Saint, how could she lose to you!!! Impossible!!!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, and Su Ming quickly took a few steps back, threatening somewhat displeasedly:

"If you keep shouting like this, do you believe I'll cut off your tongue too, just like your Third Sister's?"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, and Su Yimiao tightly covered her mouth, not daring to make another sound.

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, and continued:

"But don't worry, I didn't kill Su Yiyao; I came here to reunite you with her."

Su Yimiao still covered her mouth, her eyes filled with terror.

Su Yike, however, seemed to have thought of something; the fearful expression on her face uncharacteristically disappeared, replaced by one of resolute determination.

She bit her finger directly and wrote a few words on the ground with her blood.

"One day, Chen Xiuyu will come to avenge us."

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, Su Ming burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, is the Chen Xiuyu you're talking about him?"

Saying this, he stretched out the hand he had been hiding behind him and then threw a round object onto the ground in front of the two women.

Su Yike and Su Yimiao looked closely, their gazes meeting Chen Xiuyu's hollow, dead fish eyes.

"Ah!!!!"

The next second, two incomparably mournful screams erupted throughout the entire tent.

When Su Ming walked out again, he was dragging two women who looked like dead dogs.

Regarding Su Ming's orders, the soldiers he brought executed them meticulously; at this moment, not a single living soul could be found in the Dagan military camp, not even a single rat was spared.

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, casually tossing the unconscious Su Yimiao and Su Yike to two soldiers, then led his subordinates back to where the troops were stationed.

The sun was setting, and the afterglow, like blood, cast a desolate pall over the entire Wild Desert.

The camp was permeated with the stench of death, bodies lay strewn about, and blood had congealed into black patches.

The strong wind blew intermittently, stirring up gusts of sandstorms that covered the corpses beneath the dust, as if trying to conceal the tragic scene.