Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 819 - 400: The Zodiac’s Heavenly Dog God

Chapter 819: Chapter 400: The Zodiac’s Heavenly Dog God

The lead officer’s face was full of coarse flesh, with his triangular eyes emanating fierce malice.

The torch in his hand roared in the night wind, illuminating the cold armor and gleaming weapons of the surrounding soldiers.

The chickens in the yard, frightened, flapped their wings and scattered in all directions.

Mrs. Pang trembled with fear and dared not move rashly.

The lead officer’s gaze was sharp as a blade, and in a Central Plains accent, he coldly asked Mrs. Pang: "Are there any men in the house?" His voice was as chilling as shards of ice.

Mrs. Pang recognized the officer’s face, her body suddenly jolting as she realized it was the same man who had taken her husband away previously.

Hope ignited briefly in her eyes, and she hurriedly stepped forward, asking anxiously:

"Sir, my husband was taken by you last time to fight in the Huye war. We’ve heard nothing from him since. Can you tell me, sir, when he will return?"

The woman’s face was filled with expectation and worry, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothing tightly.

The officer squinted his eyes and scrutinized the woman before him, seemingly recalling something. He replied coldly: "Don’t worry. Once the war is over, he’ll return."

Saying this, his gaze shifted past the woman, looking toward the house:

"Are you certain there are no other males in the house? This time, we’ve been given strict orders: every household must contribute one person. If not, extra tax will be imposed. Anyone who defies will face legal consequences!"

The young woman said despondently: "Sir, truly, the house is left with only us—a widow and an orphan."

"Mother."

A tender voice rang out from inside the house.

Still blurry from sleep, Hu rubbed his eyes and walked out of the house.

When he saw the tall, intimidating soldiers in the courtyard, their faces menacing, Hu’s small body shuddered. Fear filled his eyes as he rushed into the woman’s embrace.

The lead officer’s originally stern eyes sharpened even further when he saw Hu, like a wolf eyeing its prey. He coldly said:

"Your son seems to be at the right age for conscription. He’ll come with us this time."

Upon hearing this, the young woman was struck as if by lightning, her composure shattered.

Instinctively, she clutched her son tightly, her voice trembling with sobs as she pleaded:

"Sir, Hu has only just turned nine years old. He’s still a child and knows nothing—how can he go to war? Please, sir, have mercy on us, let him go."

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Pang’s face, cascading down onto Hu’s head.

"Nine? You’ve falsified his age. He looks at least fifteen or sixteen."

The officer dismissively ignored her pleas, signaling to his subordinates with a glance.

One of the soldiers roughly pulled Hu out of the woman’s arms. Hu’s arm throbbed with pain as he kicked wildly on the ground, struggling desperately.

"Mother!"

Hu cried out loudly in fear.

The woman bore a look of utter despair, clutching her son’s arm with all her might, her body leaning forward, nearly collapsing to the ground. In tears, she pleaded to the officer: "Sir, Hu really is only nine years old. I beg you, let him go. Please, I’m begging you."

"Step aside!"

The officer was unmoved, shouting impatiently: "If you continue to disrupt, it will count as defying the law—be careful of losing your head!"

"Sir!"

"Move away!"

The officer bellowed furiously, raising his whip and striking it down hard toward the woman.

But at that moment, a strong, muscular arm suddenly appeared, firmly catching the whip.

The sudden scene stunned everyone present.

The officer was left dumbfounded, only then noticing a burly man, bearded and broad, who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere.

Jiang Shouzhong stood like a towering mountain, shielding the woman.

"Who are you?"

The officer’s tone alternated between alarm and rage.

Before he could react, however, his entire body was lifted like a weightless sandbag, flung violently into the air, and then slammed onto the ground.

A heavy boot pressed firmly onto his chest.

Meanwhile, the soldier gripping Hu was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.

Jiang Shouzhong turned his head slightly, looking at the stunned and terrified Mrs. Pang: "Take Hu back into the house."

Seeing Mrs. Pang remain motionless, fear and confusion clouding her gaze, Jiang Shouzhong raised his voice: "Hurry up and go back!"

Mrs. Pang snapped out of her daze, hurriedly wiping the tears off her face before reaching out to grab Hu’s hand. She quickly turned and ran back into the house.

The lead officer, despite his disheveled state, was experienced and quick-thinking. As he lay beneath Jiang Shouzhong’s boot, he realized that the man must be a cultivation expert.

He resorted to hollow threats, his tone harsh to mask his panic: "Do you know who we are? If you’re smart, you’d—"

Bang!

Jiang Shouzhong stomped heavily on the officer’s chest.

Thud—

The officer spewed blood as his chest bones caved in under the tremendous force, producing a chilling, muffled crunch.

His body convulsed a few times violently, then went still, eyes open wide in death, unwilling to accept his end.

The remaining soldiers were utterly stupefied.

After a brief moment of shock, instinctual survival drove them to flee toward the courtyard exit.

But in the next instant, four flying swords, gleaming coldly, burst forth, precisely impaling the bodies of several soldiers within the blink of an eye.

Jiang Shouzhong turned to the single soldier still alive, his expression calm: "Go bring people to collect the corpses. I’ll wait."