Chapter 302: Chapter 122 New Year_2
The woman sighed, but a faint smile blood on her face as she slowly approached Pei Yunng and whispered, "Now the lord knows my secret."
She lifted her head, her trailing voice soft and ambiguous, "Are you going to turn
in, like Liu Kun did to my brother?"
Pei Yunng stopped short.
Standing under the lamplight, the woman appeared delicate and frail, with a willowy figure. She seed as fragile and tenacious as a andering stream after the snow lts in spring. With those beautiful eyes pleadingly gazing at him and her delicately knitted brows, she evoked pity.
The vision of her springti sorrow almost instantly sparked a flicker of unease in Pei Yunng’s heart, as if sothing darted by. In the flash of his thought, Pei Yunng suddenly made his move.
"Bang——"
A gleaming dagger traced a silver arc through the air as Pei Yunng firmly clamped the woman’s knife-wielding hand, then violently pushed her away.
"Old habits die hard," Pei Yunng withdrew his hand, watching Lu Tong coldly.
She stumbled backward, nearly crashing into the table behind her. Whence ca that delicate, pale, seemingly only capable of playing the zither and embroidering hand that now wielded a dagger from her sleeve?
While she had spoken to him with tender words, an intense murderous intent had been unveiled.
There was no plea, no resignation; her glare was chilling and icy, carrying a tint of desperate madness.
It was not a fragile, tranquil stream at all, but a whirlpool, violent and terrifying enough to shred a person to pieces.
"My lord is really quick to react," she taunted.
Pei Yunng was about to speak when his body suddenly stiffened for a mont. His heart tightened, and the next mont, the incense burner on the table was swept by a gust of wind, tumbling to the ground. The partially-burnt incense was broken into pieces, emitting a faint fragrance of lilies, so clean yet dizzying in an instant.
"Despicable," he said, his face turning colder.
From the very start, she had had no intention of talking it through. From the mont Lu Tong lit the incense, she had harbored a killing intent towards him.
His steps faltered montarily, but the woman had already tightened her grip on the dagger and lunged at him!
Her eyes were void of any emotion, as indifferent as if she were looking at a corpse.
Pei Yunng’s face hardened as the Silver eting Knife was unsheathed. The tingling stiffness was forcibly broken by his inner power, and the long knife brought a fierce gust of wind as it plunged toward her.
"I had previously warned my lord," even with the knife before her, she showed no fear, and her voice carried a hint of ridicule, "Every corner of the dical hall contains poison. If you carelessly perish here, no one else is to bla."
He didn’t get angry but laughed instead, "Do you think I am as useless as they are?"
With a gentle sway of the Silver eting Knife, the dagger in Lu Tong’s hand was severed into two.
Her heart sank.
Too short.
The ti of incense burning was too short.
This man was keen and quick to caution; the incense hadn’t had the chance to exert its full power. Otherwise, given another half-stick of incense, no matter how skilled Pei Yunng was, he would have been at the rcy of others here.
Anyone else would have already fallen by now.
"Of course, my lord is unlike those useless ones. Rest assured, when you die, I will bury you beneath that plum tree. Your body is undoubtedly far more beautiful than that dead pig we buried, and as fertilizer, it will surely make the plum blossom especially enchanting."
She had been pushed and jostled, and her fingers nicked by the blade’s wind raised by the incoming Silver Knife, blood pouring out, but Lu Tong didn’t care at all and charged at him with the broken dagger, her eyes alarmingly bright.
She didn’t avoid him.
Like a desperate blaze, she burned wildly.
"If you’re in the way, then die——" she said.
The dagger was sharp and cold, its silver gleam aiming directly at his vulnerable heart. In the nick of ti, he abruptly stopped, suddenly turning the blade’s tip around to et her charge and firmly grabbed her arm, pushing her back.
Lu Tong was pushed back into the altar, colliding with the rciful white-robed Guanyin statue atop it. The force of the collision caused it to teeter and tumble out of the shrine.
"Crash——"
"No——" The woman suddenly startled.
In the silent chill of the night, the crisp sound of ceramic shattering could be heard, and next door, Yin Zheng’s drunken murmurs seed to stir faintly, only to quiet down again shortly.
Utter chaos.
The ash from the altar lay scattered about, having been freshly offered that morning. The oranges with red characters stuck on them rolled to Pei Yunng’s feet.
The young man’s eyes shimred.
The little shrine that had always housed the white-robed Guanyin was now broken into pieces on the ground, revealing several palm-sized porcelain containers hiding inside, four in all, also shattered. They had spilled out soil, and one container had held water, now spreading across the floor.
"What is this..." he peered closer.
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