At this mont, the woman clad in red spoke up: "Where are Fourth Sister and Seventh Sister?"
"Big Sister, they probably saw a few fishing folks yesterday and went out to have so fun slicing off faces," one of the young won replied.
"Azure Dragon is about to appear in the world, why are they still running amok?" the woman in red said.
"Don’t worry, Big Sister. With the skills of Fourth Sister and Seventh Sister, even if they encounter renowned figures, they’ll be fine."
"That’s right, Big Sister. We, the ’Thousand-faced Eight Immortals,’ can transform infinitely. Fourth Sister and Seventh Sister are adept at adapting, knowing when to advance or retreat when facing strong opponents. They won’t get into trouble. Besides, with all eight of our immortals gathered, who would dare to disrespect our ’Thousand Faces Immortal Sect?’"
...
Outside Yushi Town, aside from the deserted house on the mountainside already occupied by Red Tower Mountain, the rest are forests, wilderness, and a large expanse of lake.
The weather is getting colder, and by dusk, a layer of frosty mist had ford on the surface of the lake.
But let’s not even ntion the frosty mist; even if the sky were freezing and the lake surface iced over, it would not stop the fishing folks from fishing.
Just like bloodthirsty spectators watching a play, even if they might get hurt or die, nothing could stop their eagerness to fish.
There’s a saying that goes, "As long as fishing isn’t in vain, even death is worth it."
At this ti, two won in red dresses were discussing this matter.
The two won in red, one with her hair in a bun and the other with twin ponytails, donned the attire of bright young girls.
But as your gaze lowers, you would discover their figures full of charm, giving off the impression of both young wives and mature won.
The lding of these two impressions doesn’t feel abrupt; it even adds a sense of enchanting allure that accelerates one’s heartbeat.
"Fourth Sister, I’ve heard that so of the fishing folks actually belong to a very secretive organization. They appear to be ordinary fishers on the surface, but in reality, many of them are either experts or famous figures. When they fish together, things tend to happen afterward."
At this point, the bun-haired woman spoke.
"You’re right; so fishers are not simply fishing. They belong to a mysterious group called ’Golden Hook.’ This organization’s people like to use gold hooks when they fish. It’s said that fish in the water are greedy for gold and easily bite on golden hooks.
And people are greedier than fish; they’re even more easily caught by golden hooks."
The twin ponytailed woman explained.
"Golden Hook ensnares people; doesn’t that make the ’Golden Hook Organization’ an assassin organization? Just like Netherworld Mountain Villa," said the bun-haired woman, surprised.
"No, when Netherworld Mountain Villa kills, the victim’s head quickly separates from the body, but Golden Hook specializes in hooking people to let blood, willing to drain a person’s blood dry before stopping."
"Doesn’t that make the Golden Hook Organization even more terrifying than Netherworld Mountain Villa?"
"Not necessarily. Netherworld Mountain Villa has eighteen levels, and each level’s assassins have different thods. Moreover, the master of the eighteenth level of Netherworld Mountain Villa is said to truly possess soul-hooking capabilities, and within the villa’s eighteen levels lies endless Netherworld."
Amidst the foggy mist, the two won eerily discussed these secrets of the Martial World, making the entire lake exude a sinister vibe as if the Netherworld could erge at any mont to claim lives, just like the Golden Hook snags its targets.
"Fourth Sister, have you ever seen the master of Netherworld Mountain Villa?"
"Seventh Sister, look at those two fishers over there. Are they using golden hooks?"
In the distance, three fishers sat on the lakeshore fishing. When soone lifted a fishing rod, the hook indeed cast a mysterious golden glow.
At this ti, the three fishers turned their heads, all with a very consistent expression.
"Since you two ladies know about the matter of the Golden Hook, why do you still dare to trespass here?" said the fisher in the middle, smiling beamingly.
Amid the heavy lakeside fog, his smiling face appeared remarkably insincere, almost as if wearing a mask.
At this mont, the twin ponytailed woman in red, as if she had not seen them, began answering her own Seventh Sister’s question: "I haven’t seen the master of Netherworld Mountain Villa, because I grew tired of that face by the fourteenth level."
"I don’t know much about the Golden Hook Organization either, but we could take their faces later and play as fishers for fun."
Hearing this, the complexions of the three fishers abruptly changed.
"It’s the Mad Woman from Thousand Faces Sect!"
The bun-haired woman slightly furrowed her brows and said, "Sister, we are clearly Thousand-faced Fairies. Why are they slandering us as Mad Won?"
"Because they are jealous we have so many faces."
"Haha... then we shall have as many faces as possible."
The conversation between the two won echoed by the lakeside, sounding exceptionally chilling.
"Attack!"
The three fishers did not hesitate and suddenly made their move.
In the air, a golden light flickered as three golden hooks flew towards them.
Their trajectory was erratic, seeming as if they could hook nothing, yet also as if they could hook everything.
The next mont, the hooks moved faster and beca even more elusive.
Three thudding sounds.
That was the noise of hooks latching onto flesh.
"Hooked!"
The three fishers were overjoyed and quickly reeled in their lines. As they did, the golden hooks sinisterly burrowed into the bodies.
The two won suddenly floated up, as light as paper, due to the bizarre and weird movent technique, so that the mont the fishing lines slackened, the hooks couldn’t go any deeper.
The three fishers were about to flick their fishing rods, hoping to entangle the two won with the fishing line, but they were too slow.
The two won gracefully wove through the arcs made by the fishing lines and moved to the front of the fishers.
The next mont, a series of agonized screams rang out.
It was because the three hooks that had caught the won suddenly flashed, each hooking into the eyes of the three fishers. With a jerk of the fishing lines, the eyeballs, like caught fish, flew into the air.
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