Situ Kong's mouth was slightly ajar. He immediately crouched down to examine the man's condition.
The man had no wounds on his body, and it was impossible to tell how he had died. The three of them, who could not subdue him, had been killed by her in just one encounter?
Situ Kong vaguely remembered that back at the inn, she had fought with Gongzi Xun's maid for a while, and couldn't immediately kill her either. Now, only a few days had passed, how had her cultivation advanced like a galloping horse, a thousand miles in a day?
Was this scientific?
This was unscientific!
Xiao Man pushed Situ Kong aside and felt him carefully. She looked up at Nan Shiying and asked, "Brother, is it acupuncture points sealed by silver needles?"
Long needles inserted into the body, sealing acupoints, causing blood to flow backwards, which could indeed cause someone to bleed to death.
But this person's head hadn't exploded!
Could it be that he died of a heart attack after being stabbed in the heart by a silver needle?
Nan Shiying had only acted on a whim, trying to see what would happen if she infused her abilities into a silver needle and then shot it into someone else.
When dealing with Gongzi Xun, it was only because the silver needle was slender, penetrating the weak points of the armor formed by the tightly wrapped insect eggs, and preventing the insect eggs from repairing the meridians when the needle was shot into his meridians. That was why Gongzi Xun was pinned in place and eventually died at the hands of Ying Yi.
If ordinary people had their meridians sealed, they would likely bleed to death within a moment.
Nan Shiying took a dagger from Xiao Man's embrace and cut open the man's chest. Situ Kong felt his left cheek heat up, and hot, viscous blood splattered on his face. He lowered his head and looked at the heart in the man's chest, which seemed to have been roasted by fire. His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
What is this!
Is this reasonable?
Xiao Man raised her hand, held up Situ Kong's chin, and closed his mouth, which was so wide with shock that it could swallow an egg. What was the fuss about? How could he work with the young lady with such a weak mental fortitude?
Ying Shi and Twelve swallowed hard. Before they came, no one had told them that the Wangfei, besides being ruthless, also had such strange skills!
Why did the Wangfei turn the man's heart into this state without even touching his body, through flesh and bone?
Nan Shiying cut open the man's heart. The man's heart was truly like charcoal-roasted meat, "burnt outside, tender inside." Situ Kong's stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment. Xiao Man looked up at him.
Perhaps, as expected of someone who opened a black inn, he was starving at the sight of flavorful grilled meat!
Xiao Man was still young and could not skillfully hide her true thoughts. Situ Kong easily saw what she was thinking on her face, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He was indeed the owner of a black inn, but he wasn't a cannibal!
Xiao Man blinked, as if asking: Then why is your stomach growling?
Situ Kong was speechless. He looked down at his stomach: Why are you growling, you bastard???
Nan Shiying paid no attention to the exchange of glances between Xiao Man and Situ Kong. She bent down slightly, brought her face closer, and meticulously searched for something, not letting go of any detail.
That look was beyond description as perverse.
Nothing?
The silver needle was gone?
Nan Shiying searched all around but did not find the silver needle in the man's heart. It seemed that after the silver needle entered the heart, it could no longer bear the burning caused by her gaze and had melted. No, that wasn't right! If that were the case, the man's heart shouldn't be burnt outside and tender inside, but more burnt inside.
So the silver needle pierced the skin and melted just as it was about to enter the heart, staying on the surface of the heart. The melting of the silver needle ignited the heart, and the sudden flame burned the heart into its current state.
The more Nan Shiying thought about it, the brighter her eyes became.
This kind of move, which burned internal organs after entering the body, was unavoidable. As soon as the silver needle penetrated the body, the countdown to the opponent's death began.
Nan Shiying flicked off the pieces of heart stuck to the dagger, wiped the dagger clean with the man's clothes, and returned it to Xiao Man. Then she stood up and made a gesture to Ying Shi and Twelve. The two of them, understanding tacitly, hung the man upside down from the tree trunk.
Inside the dilapidated temple, the two who had fallen into an illusion began to kill each other.
Nan Shiying covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve and watched their frenzied and brutal appearance. Her gaze was deep, like a cold, deep pool. She just watched, then moved her gaze up, looking at the statue again.
...
The crackling sound of the candlelight echoed in the camp. Cheng Chongyu stared at the tent ceiling, unable to sleep. He had received a letter from home during the day, saying that thieves had entered the mansion. Fortunately, the thieves were not after wealth and only loitered in the front courtyard, so the family members were safe. However, even so, Cheng Chongyu still felt uneasy.
He couldn't sleep, so he got up, put on his outer clothes, and lifted the tent curtain.
"General!"
The guards on duty saluted him.
Cheng Chongyu waved his hand, indicating that he was fine and just came out for some fresh air.
"Dad, why are you still not asleep?"
Cheng Zimo, carrying a spear, met Cheng Chongyu, who was out in the wind, while patrolling the camp. Cheng Chongyu glared at him fiercely and reprimanded, "This is a military camp!" m..oΓg
Cheng Zimo was silent for a second and followed the advice, changing his address: "General, it's late and the dew is heavy. You should rest early. I'll continue patrolling!"
Saying that, he pulled his colleague next to him and hurried away.
"Stop!"
Cheng Chongyu called out to Cheng Zimo. Cheng Zimo turned around and respectfully asked, "Does the General have any orders?"
Cheng Chongyu lifted his leg and kicked Cheng Zimo. Why did his obedient and distant manner make him so want to be beaten? Cheng Chongyu's current thought was: I can let you not call me Dad, but you must!
"I am your father!"
Cheng Zimo took a breath: "Dad!"
"Call me General!"
Cheng Zimo: "..."
Damn it, this life is unbearable!
Cheng Chongyu, however, felt relieved. Indeed, when he was restless, he needed something to distract himself, such as beating his son!
"Patrol well, no slacking off!"
Cheng Chongyu sternly warned his son with a fierce face and returned to his tent with satisfaction.
If he could win, Cheng Zimo would definitely let Cheng Chongyu experience what it was like to be shelled in the head, what it was like to be "Ping Sha Luo Yan" (a martial arts move, literally "Landing Wild Geese on a Flat Sand"), and what it was like "Oh, my goodness!"
Cheng Chongyu took off his outer clothes and lay back on the bed. He had been tossing and turning earlier, but now, as soon as he closed his eyes, he quickly fell asleep.
A figure silently entered the tent, walked to Cheng Chongyu's bed, took out the dagger from his arms, and with a single stroke of the knife.
"Clang~"
A long sword cut through the air, and the blade flicked the dagger, making a ringing sound. The dagger drew a parabola through the air and then hit the ground heavily.
The assassin who had come to assassinate Cheng Chongyu suddenly turned around, looking at the figure that had suddenly appeared in the tent.
The face covered by the black cloth instantly turned gloomy.
Ying Wu sighed. How to put it, one could only say that everything was as expected, with no surprises at all!