These dozen or so people were none other than the thieves who, under Fan Meijiao's instructions, had sneaked into the Mo Family in the dead of night with the intent to ruin Mo Yan's reputation.
Xiao Ruiyuan, with Sharp Sword in hand, watched coldly as the thieves continuously rolled on the ground, howling in pain. If it were not for the sake of Mo Yan's plan, he would have sent these people to their deaths long ago.
Mo Yan changed into a neat set of clothes and then opened the door of the small hall to walk into the courtyard. Although she had anticipated that the thieves meeting their fate at the hands of Xiao Ruiyuan would be a sorry sight, seeing their miserable state with her own eyes still felt exceedingly terrifying.
Their agony not only stemmed from the fresh blood streaming out but also from the numerous centipedes crawling over them, biting them now and then. Even without experiencing it personally, she could imagine the excruciating sensation.
