After saying this, Zhao Qingshu's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he grinned maliciously: "This is because her specialty is concealment. If she hadn't moved my cabinet, I wouldn't have noticed anything amiss."

The guard stepped on Hei Yin's body with one foot and gripped the longsword on Hei Yin's back with the other. The longsword was like a long nail, pinning her to the ground. Every movement caused her unbearable pain.

Hei Yin felt the metallic saltiness in her throat, but her heart remained completely calm, for she knew that death was the ultimate fate of a hidden guard.

But when she heard Zhao Qingshu utter Zeng Yaxian's name, her eyes suddenly reddened.

Despite the pain coursing through her body, she slowly raised her chin to meet Zhao Qingshu's gaze, and uttered a few indistinct words from her bloodied mouth:

"Zeng...Yaxian...what exactly is she in your heart?"

A tear rolled down her blood-soaked face.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingshu suddenly laughed: "Zeng Yaxian, in my heart she's a fool."

“She is my ladder to the clouds, my stepping stone, and my tool to rise above others. She often cries in my arms, crying that she misses her parents, but I find it very funny.”

"What kind of kinship is there in this world? Only when her parents die can I eat her blood."

As Zhao Qingshu spoke, feeling Hei Yin's murderous gaze, he playfully patted Hei Yin's cheek:

"You want to tell her the truth? But I think she's better off staying stupid."

Hei Yin trembled all over upon hearing this. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, causing the longsword to twist and turn her back, making the bloody hole on her back grow larger and larger, like a gaping hole.

As a child, she watched her parents die before her eyes, but she didn't cry; when she was learning martial arts, her legs were broken and then reattached, but she didn't cry; on the battlefield, she watched the general who adopted her die far from home, but she didn't cry.

Everyone says she's cold-hearted, a lone wolf who never sheds a tear, heartless, and tells Zeng Yaxian to quickly find someone else.

But my mistress didn't say that; she said she knew about her.

When she was practicing martial arts in the Zeng family compound, all her wounds were bandaged by her master. When she accompanied the army to return the general's body, it was her master who held her and cried uncontrollably.

The master cried and said to her, "I have no parents anymore."

Kurogane had actually forgotten what she had answered, but she thought to herself, "I feel the same way, but we still have each other."

Scenes from the past flashed through my mind.

Finally, her master, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, gazed at her tenderly, and she said to herself, "Kurohime, I am very happy now, and I hope you can be happy too."

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood and grime, creating a pattern resembling blood and tears.

Hei Yin strained to look up at Zhao Qingshu's condescending posture, a mournful whimper escaping his throat, truly resembling the howl of a mother wolf.

Her happiness... is seeing her happy.

As Zhao Qianlan listened to her mournful cries, her piercing gaze seemed like that of a vengeful ghost coming to claim a life.

She patted her chest, took a few steps back, and almost jumped out of her skin: "Cousin, you can't be soft-hearted! She has to die, and even her body must be burned!"

Zhao Qingshu stared at Hei Yin's face, as if he had thought of a brilliant plan. He said slowly, "The person has to be killed, but the body must be sent back to Zeng Yaxian to see. Only then will it be useful."

Upon hearing this, Kurogane suddenly let out a shrill roar and unleashed another powerful burst of energy.

She suddenly sprang up from the ground, and the longsword that had been embedded in her shoulder blade slashed downwards with her movement, churning her body.

The longsword struck the ribs with a dull thud.

Finally, the iron-forged longsword could not withstand such strong resistance and broke in two. The wound went almost all the way down through half of his abdomen, even exposing his bloody intestines.

Everyone was stunned by Hei Yin's actions; no one could have imagined that she possessed such strength.

But she seemed oblivious to pain; her bloodied hands transformed into wolf claws, reaching straight for Zhao Qingshu's neck.

Zhao Qingshu took a few steps back, but was still caught by her fingernails and had his neck grabbed.

Seeing the madwoman attack again, he hurriedly grabbed Zhao Qianlan beside him and forcefully shielded her in front of him.

Zhao Qianlan's face was scratched all over, and she screamed. Only then did the guards behind her come to their senses, and they stretched out their long swords and directly cleaved Hei Yin's neck, cutting off her head.

In an instant, the world was almost stained red with her blood. Black Shadow's eyes widened in anger, but his mouth kept opening and closing.

The shape of their mouths seemed to be saying, "Ya Ya, Ya Ya..."

Feeling the pain in her cheek, Zhao Qianlan suddenly fell into Zhao Qingshu's arms, trembling with lingering fear.

Zhao Qingshu lowered his eyes to look at the headless body of Hei Yin, whose terrifying appearance was just like that of a vengeful ghost. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Qianlan covered her cheek, crying out in pain, "Cousin! That bitch! That bitch! I'll tear her apart and grind her bones to dust!"

Zhao Qingshu simply shook his head. "I've said it before, she'll be very useful when we keep her."

Hearing this, Zhao Qianlan looked at him with great confusion: "Cousin, her corpse looks so bloody and creepy right now, what use could it possibly be?"

Zhao Qingshu lowered his eyes, looking at Hei Yin's miserable death, and sneered: "Zeng Yaxian's hidden guard team is a good thing. Hei Yin didn't die in vain, so let him help me complete a plan that kills two birds with one stone."

He turned his head and whispered a few instructions to the guards beside him, then ordered them to clean up the scene.

After he finished doing all that, he changed his clothes and strode out of the house.