"Tuan’er, don’t be rude!" A voice scolded from inside the carriage.
The maid called Tuan’er stuck her tongue out, then retreated back into the carriage.
Xue An smiled silently, watching as the carriage departed.
Only when its silhouette pletely disappeared into the night did Xue An’s smile gradually fade, replaced by a serious and solemn expression.
The small round mirror that was originally a fragment of the Ancient Mirror, the exquisite guardians of the building....
All these images mixed together to form an indescribably strange atmosphere.
More importantly, Xue An saw more from Yun Lingxuan’s presence.
After a while, he sighed slightly, then looked down at the two dead bodies on the ground.
At this moment, the blood on the corpses had long since coagulated, and the barrier had disappeared as Xue An’s battle intent subsided.
But since this street was remote and it was late at night, no one had discovered it.
Xue An did not tidy up the aftermath, he merely glanced at the distant darkness, then transformed into a striking rainbow and vanished.
Meanwhile, on the departing carriage, the young maid Tuan’er was chattering on about something.
"Miss, I think this tattooed young gentleman is quite good, handsome too, though his strength isn’t particularly strong, it’s still decent. The key is, he’s very well-mannered. Such a person will definitely treat you well in the future, why don’t you give it a try?"
The interior of the carriage remained silent.
Tuan’er sighed, "Miss, I’m not trying to criticize you, but you really need to change your temperament. Always being so cold would scare off any good person...."
Before she could finish, a light drink came from inside the carriage, "Enough, I’ve made up my mind, it’s hard to change!"
Tuan’er’s expression froze, no longer daring to speak, but her eyes were filled with deep concern.
Inside the carriage, Yun Lingxuan silently caressed the small round mirror in her hand with a plex, indescribable expression on her face.
At the same time, a watchman was wobbling towards this empty street.
As he walked, he kept muttering to himself.
"What bad luck, why do I have to be assigned to this damned place, can’t even see a shadow of a person, let alone earn some extra money!"
"Really envy those assigned to Anle Street, tsk tsk! That place is full of flower houses and brothels, the later it gets, the livelier it bees. Keeping watch there not only earns more rewards, but you can feast your eyes on the beautiful ladies, unlike me...."
Before he could finish, the watchman tripped and fell to the ground, even dropping and extinguishing his lantern.
"Ouch, damn it, fell to my death! Damn it, who’s lying drunk on the road in the middle of the night?"
The watchman cursed, thinking the figure lying on the ground was a drunkard.
But when he picked up the lantern and relit it for a closer look, he was scared out of his wits.
Because under the glow of the light, what lay on the ground was no drunkard but two corpses.
One of them was missing a head, and the other’s neck was tied with a rope, tongue sticking out, clearly having been hanged to death.
On this secluded street, under such desolate night skies, these two gruesomely murdered corpses suddenly appeared.
This is more than an average person could bear.
At least the watchman stood there dumbfounded, until a moment later, he opened his mouth intending to scream.
But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind him, covering the watchman’s mouth.
This hand was ice-cold, and the watchman’s eyes immediately widened, then rolled back as he fainted.
The person slowly laid the watchman on the ground, then walked out of the darkness.
In the faint light of the lantern, it was the same man from the theater talking with Ren Ning.
He glanced solemnly at the gruesome battleground, took a deep breath, and picked up the two corpses, shouldering them.
He exhaled sharply, releasing countless black mist that spread out, sticking to the bloodstains on the ground.
A moment later, the mist receded, leaving the entire street spotless, with no trace of blood.
After pleting this, the man vanished into the darkness.
A moment after, the watchman woke up groggily, then jumped to his feet as fast as lightning.
"Oh my God, there’s a ghost... huh?"
The watchman looked at the clean street, full of confusion.
Not to mention the dead bodies, there wasn’t even a drop of blood.
What was going on?
Could he have seen it wrong?
But he clearly saw two corpses lying on the ground, and that hand grabbing his neck, what was that about?
The chill he felt was impossible to fake.
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew past, causing the watchman to shiver, and he quickly picked up the lantern and fled in haste.
Since then, there have been ghost rumors on this street.
But that’s a story for another time, no need to elaborate.
Meanwhile, the man was carrying the two corpses swiftly through the night.
In no time, he arrived at the street behind the theater.
At this time, the theater had closed, and since this street was rarely frequented, it was very quiet.
The man scaled the wall with ease, passed through a courtyard, and finally reached the door of a house, then pushed it open and entered.
The house wasn’t big, with just a table placed by the window, a lit oil lamp on top.
The flickering light made the room dimly illuminated.
The opera actor was writing something at the table, and upon hearing the door, he didn’t even look up, nor did he speak.
With no greeting from him, the man remained silent too, standing quietly with the two corpses on his shoulders.
Finally, the actor looked up, slowly setting down his pen.
"What happened?"
"Shura Hall people, they’re dead!"
With that, the man threw the two corpses on the ground.
The actor swiftly turned his head and saw the corpses.
"Old Three Qing, Old Seven Bai?"
"That’s right, it’s them!"
"Who did it?"
"I don’t know, I was resting at the inn when I suddenly had a feeling, as if someone called me by the ear, so I went out to check, and saw this scene!" The man replied gravely.
The actor walked over to the two corpses, squatting down to examine them closely.
The corpses were horrifying, but the actor showed no aversion, instead examining them carefully.
After a long time, he slowly stood up, exhaling a breath.
"A master! Definitely a master."
"Old Seven Bai had his head smashed by one punch, then this person pulled out Old Three Qing’s tongue, braided it into a rope and hanged him! Not to mention anything else, such ruthless methods are not something an ordinary person could do."
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