Wife, Don't Be Like This! Chapter 76 : Kill

Chapter 76 - Kill

The money house's dark room saw neither sun nor moon.

Even with a few candles flickering, the gloom was hard to dispel. Therefore, the mont the two daggers collided, the exploding sparks seed exceptionally glaring.

The little servant's face changed slightly, and his body shot backward, quickly putting distance between himself and Song Yan. With the help of the flickering candlelight, one could clearly see that on the side of his dagger, a deep mark had appeared. Even the blade had been chipped by a piece the size of a soybean.

The man no longer had his initial cowardly, bowing and scraping deanor. His long, narrow eyes were squinted into a slit, shining with a cold, sinister light.

The intelligence was wrong.

Who said this was a youth with no strength to even tie up a chicken?

To be able to react instantly under his sneak attack, and parry the dagger with a short knife—this strength was at the very least that of a ranked martial artist.

Song Yan's reaction was completely beyond his expectations. The action of drawing the short knife to block had not the slightest hesitation, as if he had long anticipated that he would launch a sneak attack. If he had been even half a breath slower, the dagger would have torn open his throat.

"Good kid, I underestimated you. I am curious, though. How exactly did you see through ?"

The assassin's voice had also changed. It was no longer fawning like before, but instead held a bit of hoarseness.

The sneak attack was blocked, but it wasn't a big problem. This kid was only fifteen or sixteen. Even if he could beco a First-Rank martial artist, his strength certainly couldn't compare to a martial artist like him who had been imrsed in the First Rank for many years.

The advantage is with .

Song Yan also unhurriedly rose from his chair, took a step forward, his face showing not the slightest bit of panic from being assassinated.

"You don't really think your disguise was perfect, do you? To be honest, as an assassin, you're very unqualified."

A flush appeared on his originally dark face.

As a professional assassin, to be criticized like this by a youth was truly infuriating.

"For , your disguise is full of holes. First, your build is really too tall and large. With a physique like yours, let alone joining the army, you'd be more than qualified to be a household guard for a great family. How could you possibly co to be a little servant who serves tea and water?"

"Second, this is the dark room of a money house. Besides the shopkeeper and the trading party, no one else is allowed to enter. You're probably too poor and don't know the rules here."

Ssss.

The assassin sharply sucked in a cold breath. That Song Yan's tone was gentle, and he had a calm and unperturbed appearance, but how could the words he spoke be so cutting?

"Lastly, even that Shopkeeper Qian didn't know who I was, but the mont you ca up, it was 'Young Master Song'..."

"With so many holes, if I still couldn't see that there was sothing wrong with you, I'd be too stupid." Song Yan let out a breath, his expression a little complicated.

"I really want to know who exactly looks down on so much as to arrange for a fool like you to co and kill ?"

A deliberate provocation, a very low-level tactic.

Those truly professional assassins have minds as hard as iron and would probably not be affected. But the person in front of him clearly had not reached that level.

Thinking this, Song Yan spoke again, at the sa ti taking an imperceptible step forward:

"Was it Yang Miaoqing?"

"The Langya Yang clan?"

The fire in the assassin's eyes was gradually dissipating. He was slowly returning to reason. Even hearing Song Yan's questions, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Just then, a flash of inspiration went through Song Yan's mind, as if he had thought of sothing:

"Dongling?"

The next instant, he saw the assassin's pupils suddenly contract, and his consciousness wavered for a brief mont.

Peng!

At almost the exact sa ti, Song Yan suddenly went berserk. Pushing off with both feet, his body shot out, appearing in front of the assassin in an instant. The short knife in his hand, with a pfft, tore towards the assassin's neck.

The assassin's lapse in concentration was only for an instant, but that instant was seized by Song Yan.

Only at this mont did he realize in shock how close the distance between the two had beco. It was already too late to raise his dagger to block. Instinctively, his upper body jerked back.

The sharp edge of the blade scraped past the skin of the assassin's neck.

Swoosh.

A string of blood beads seeped out.

It was as if he had just taken a stroll before the gates of hell. The assassin was covered in goosebumps.

It was just the surface layer of skin. Although frightening, it was by no ans fatal.

Although his martial path had gotten on the right track, with dual tempering of his internal force and physical body, and he had not slacked in his cultivation with Gu Banxia during this ti, for Song Yan, this was still the first ti in the truest sense that he had faced an enemy.

The soundproofing of the dark room was very good. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu couldn't hear the commotion here.

Even his younger sister-in-law couldn't possibly know the situation in the dark room.

He would not choose to flee. To give his back to an assassin was no different from seeking death.

The experiences from his childhood had made it so that Song Yan did not care about playing by the rules. For him, achieving his goal was the most important thing. After the standoff began, he was like a venomous snake, patiently looking for an opportunity.

The mont the opponent was distracted by the two words 'Dongling,' he was already like a thunderbolt, launching a sneak attack.

And once the attack began, it was like a torrential storm. Before the opponent was dead, he would absolutely not stop.

The candle fla swayed, the figures swayed.

Song Yan suddenly took a step forward. The short knife in his hand rotated with the montum, the blade facing down, and he gouged it towards the heart that was completely exposed before him.

The assassin had no ti to make any other reaction and raised his right arm.

Sss-rip.

Thud.

The dagger fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"I'm going to kill you."

A chair smashed heavily against Song Yan's waist and then shattered with a boom. In the dim light, fresh blood splattered everywhere, and broken wood fragnts flew out.

Song Yan's short knife was still embedded in the assassin's arm. The blood instantly dyed his sleeve red.

The assassin's other hand was still holding a broken chair leg. His reaction was quite fast.

So fresh blood splattered on his face. The pungent sll of blood drilled into his nasal cavity, but it didn't make him feel nauseous. It was as if Song Yan's face had completely lost the ability to change expression, leaving only indifference. His right hand gripping the knife hilt, he twisted it in a circle.

Pain is a feeling that can very easily make a person lose their ability to resist.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Imdiately, there was another cry of pain, and the assassin's body began to convulse violently.

He lifted his right leg and kicked fiercely at Song Yan's abdon.

Thwack.

A dull sound. Song Yan's body trembled, but the movent of his hand showed no sign of stopping. His wrist applied force with the montum, and bone and flesh were separated.

Only at this point did Song Yan's round of attacks co to a temporary halt.

The short knife might have severed a blood vessel. It might have been an artery.

Artery, vein—Song Yan couldn't really tell the difference. In short, the fresh blood just kept spurting nonstop, down the assassin's arm, like a faucet with a broken handle. In a short ti, the ground was a patch of scarlet.

The extrely rich sll of blood slowly spread through the airtight dark room.