The five-man team’s words completely went unheard by the assassin. He was repeatedly pondering why he suddenly couldn’t move.
The five people opposite him clearly hadn’t emitted any true qi fluctuations, nor had they made any visible movements. Yet, he found himself unable to budge!
Could it be…
These people were all arranged by those two old perverts from before?
Damn it, it really does seem to be the case!
After all, this method was virtually identical to theirs?!
No wonder they let me escape so easily before. They had a contingency plan!
Thinking of this, the assassin’s entire being felt terrible!
A feeling called despair instantly engulfed him!
Although he had been fortunate enough to gain a new body this time, the memory of the shameful torture he endured before made him willing to give up.
The mere thought of enduring the same, or even more twisted and shameful torture than before, made him wish he could die immediately!
Enough!
If you have the guts, just kill me with one strike!
Why are you tormenting me like this!
Why?
Why!!!
Alas, no one could hear his inner cries and struggles. The five-man team had already hoisted him and was heading back towards the coffin.
Although they hadn't acted for over a month, their basic operational skills were still intact.
Lift the lid, place the person, close the lid.
The movements were seamless, incredibly fluid!
“This comrade-in-arms is severely injured. You must exert yourselves!” Erha stood nearby, tilting his dog head as he instructed.
The five men nodded at Erha and reached out to lift the coffin.
Front and back.
Left and right.
In and out.
Spinning and leaping.
…
The five men’s peculiar steps swayed rhythmically, appearing increasingly eerie.
Kongque obligingly tilted his head back.
“Woooo-ri-wa—!”
The chilling sound of the suona broke the night’s silence.
Inside the coffin.
The assassin finally regained control of his body.
But he still couldn't escape.
A bone-chilling coldness he had never experienced before surged up, instantly engulfing him!
“I died so miserably…” A spectral figure appeared in the assassin’s vision.
The assassin’s gaze sharpened: This person was one of his former targets, and his body was currently displayed in his secret exhibition hall.
Soon, more and more phantoms emerged.
These were all his past targets, each muttering about revenge.
The assassin himself was not afraid of ghosts. If it were any other time, he might even have appreciated the spectacle.
But for some reason, looking at the vengeful spirits of those he had harmed, an unprecedented fear suddenly overwhelmed him…
It was a fear that struck directly at his soul, utterly impossible to dispel!
“No… don’t come closer!”
“If only I had thought of this back then, I should have destroyed your souls along with your bodies!”
“Scram! Get out of here—!”
…
As time passed, the assassin’s struggles gradually subsided.
He cowered in the spacious coffin, trembling all over…
His eyes gradually lost their focus…
Am I dying…
So cold…
Sister, sister, where are you?
Hurry and save your little brother, I’m so scared…
Wuwuwu…
As his consciousness faded, he saw a light.
The assassin opened his eyes in disbelief.
The cold, terrifying coffin was gone.
He was now by a river, beside a field of blooming flowers.
Water droplets were dripping from his body.
“Xiao Qian!” a voice called out.
The assassin looked up and saw a woman running towards him with a look of anxiety.
“Mother…?” the assassin murmured incredulously.
“I heard from a neighbor that you fell into the river, so I rushed over… wuwuwu…”
The woman, crying, gently patted the assassin’s back:
“I told you not to play in the river, but you insisted. If anything were to happen to you, how could I go on living! Wuwuwu…”
The assassin reached out and hugged the woman’s waist.
It wasn’t Mother, but Sister.
“Sister, don’t cry, I’m fine now,” the assassin quickly consoled her.
“I don’t care… wuwuwu… you scared me half to death.” Sister continued to cry.
“How could I possibly die?” the assassin continued to comfort her. “ Didn’t I tell you? In the future, I’ll marry you and we’ll have many, many children.”
“You silly brother, talking nonsense again!” Sister let go and flicked his forehead. “We’re siblings, how can we get married?”
“That’s just the prejudice of the world. As long as we’re happy, why should we care what they think?” The assassin looked into his sister’s eyes, his expression suddenly becoming extremely serious.
“Xiao Qian… you…” Sister quickly lowered her head, unable to meet the assassin’s gaze.
“Sister,” the assassin suddenly mustered his courage, reaching out to lift his sister’s chin. “This time, I was lucky to survive. What if I accidentally die in the future?”
“Xiao Qian… I…” Sister’s tone softened.
“Sister, let’s cast aside worldly prejudices and find a secluded place to spend the rest of our lives together, okay?” the assassin continued, his voice seeming to carry a bewitching quality.
“Mmm…” Sister shyly nodded.
“That’s wonderful!”
The assassin pulled his sister into his arms, their lips meeting…
His long-held wish had finally come true, and at this moment, his heart was filled with extreme excitement.
He even felt that if he were to die at this very moment, it would have been worth it!
The two figures slowly rolled onto the ground, disappearing into the depths of the flower sea…
The moonlight broke free from the embrace of the dark clouds, casting a gentle glow upon the earth.
The chilling sound of the suona finally ceased.
The coffin slowly settled back onto the ground.
The five-man team gently lifted the lid.
The fifth man squatted down, allowing Erha to smoothly jump onto his shoulder.
Erha looked expectantly into the coffin.
The comrade-in-arms had his hands crossed over his chest, a contented smile on his face.
However…
He could feel no trace of life from the comrade-in-arms…
“Big Brother, this person only has death qi left on him,” said Xianhe, the chief death appraiser, in a calm tone. “If nothing unexpected happens, he is completely dead.”
“I know…” Erha muttered, his voice clearly filled with dejection.
It wasn’t that Erha’s skills were lacking, but he could only blame this comrade-in-arms for his bad luck.
Just like the previous comrades-in-arms whose treatments had failed.
His fate was unfortunate, and it was already too late by the time he encountered Erha.
“Dig a hole and bury him,” Erha casually added, before jumping back to the ground.
The five-man team expertly took out their tools and began digging with effort.
“Brother Ha, don’t be sad,” Xiao Huli leaned over and affectionately rubbed Erha’s dog head. “You did your best, no one will blame you.”
“Don’t worry, I know,” Erha gently nuzzled Xiao Huli’s face in return.
After speaking, Erha quietly watched as the five-man team buried their comrade-in-arms, his dog eyes burning with determination.
There were still so many comrades-in-arms waiting for his treatment. Now was not the time to be sad and mournful!
Before long, the assassin was forever slumbering beneath the earth.
The five-man team retrieved their tools and once again lifted the coffin.
“Move out!” Erha, with Xiao Huli jumping back onto the coffin lid, issued the order, wagging his dog legs.
Under the night sky.
This peculiar troupe hurried towards the imperial city.