At the same time, Sister Hua and her accomplices realized the seriousness of the situation. They struggled to open their eyes, but all they could see was a patch of light filling their pupils. The blurred vision slowed their movements, and they could only forcefully swing the daggers in their hands, trying to find Zhui Ming's figure in the dim light.

At this moment, Zhui Ming had already seized this excellent opportunity.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in on Sister Hua's accomplice. With a swift movement, he twisted the man's injured hand and skillfully flipped him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuiming swung the dagger in her hand without hesitation and accurately stabbed the man in the vital spot, killing him in one move.

When Sister Hua finally regained her sight, her accomplice was already lifeless.

A gleaming dagger was pressed against her neck.

Chuanliu slowly walked out from behind.

Her condition was not good, because her injured thigh had not been bandaged in time, and she had lost too much blood and was very pale.

But the girl's faint smile was extremely irritating to Sister Hua.

With her back against the shelf, Sister Hua had nowhere to escape. In despair, she closed her eyes and said, "You've won. Do with me as you please."

Chuanliu glanced at the man on the ground and turned his body over.

The wooden face was revealed.

Chuanliu rummaged through Mu Tou's body and quickly found the key to the basement door he had locked. She looked up and stared directly at Sister Hua, saying, "Now are you willing to tell me who you are?"

Sister Hua lowered her head and looked at the wooden figure with deep sorrow in her eyes, but she did not speak.

Chuanliu ignored her silence and continued, "At first, I thought you and your accomplices were just cooperating. I even suspected it was a charade between you and the hotel owner. But then I found out you weren't familiar with the basement, so I dismissed that idea."

"The only person who could cooperate with you so well, besides Wood, is probably no one else. So my later question was, what made you willing to break the rules of the 'secret door' to cooperate?"

Sister Hua's gaze swept over Chuan Liu, and she smirked, "So, do you know now?"

Chuanliu looked at her and continued, "You could say it's for money, but the way you cooperate so well means your collaboration must have been going on for a long time, or perhaps you're actually a team..."

The girl paused, carefully observing Sister Hua's expression, and sure enough, she saw that Sister Hua's expression softened.

She continued, "At first, I thought you were two mid-level or high-level assassins working together, but I realized I overlooked something. The rules of 'The Dark Gate' state that each target and each stage of the assassination must be carried out by one main body. Who says that one main body can only be one person?"

This reminds me of something your colleague, oh, the assassin who tried to kill me, said. He said the "Dark Gate" had a top assassin named Songluo, who once killed someone from a thousand miles away. Thinking about it this way, if Songluo were two people, then the act of killing someone from a thousand miles away would make sense.

"You agree, don't you, Usnea?"

Nu Luo is a parasitic plant that grows on pine trees.

They appear to be one person, but neither can be missing.

Sister Hua stared straight at Chuan Liu, and only then did she realize that she had underestimated this woman.

She gave a bitter smile, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Go ahead and do it, I have nothing to say."

She was born alongside the wood. When the wood died, the light in Sister Hua's heart was extinguished, and her desire to live vanished as well.

However, Chuanliu remained calm as still water. She stared coldly at Sister Hua, her voice devoid of any warmth: "As long as you don't die, the next assassin will never be able to make a move. Why would I kill you?"

Sister Hua's eyelids trembled. Suddenly, she gripped Zhui Ming's hand tightly and slashed the sharp dagger toward her own vulnerable throat.

Blood splattered as Sister Hua fell heavily to the ground, landing on top of Wooden Man. Their blood mingled, locked in a final, irreconcilable conflict.

Chuanliu showed no surprise. She sighed softly, her expression quickly returning to normal, and turned to Zhuiming, saying, "Let's go."

Zhuiming nodded and followed Chuanliu without hesitation.

However, just as they were about to take a step, Chuanliu suddenly lost his balance and involuntarily leaned forward.

"Flowing river!"

Zhuiming called out her name and quickly reached out his hands, firmly catching the girl who was about to fall in his arms.

He looked down and saw that Chuanliu's face was unusually pale, like a blank sheet of paper, obviously due to excessive blood loss, and his body had reached its limit.

With her eyes tightly closed, she leaned weakly against Zhuiming's arms, eventually succumbing to her weakness and fainting.

When Chuanliu opened her eyes again, she was already lying on the bed in the hotel room, and her legs had been bandaged and treated with medicine.

The darkness of the rainy night had faded outside the window, and the clear sky seemed to be covered by a layer of fresh blue gauze. Golden sunlight peeked into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft light and shadows on the bed.

"You're awake." Zhuiming heard the girl's voice immediately.

He brought out a bowl of jujube porridge from somewhere, blew on it, and handed it to the girl.

"Did you do this?" Chuanliu asked.

Zhuiming leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and said, "Don't worry, it won't kill anyone."

Chuanliu rolled his eyes at him, "Your bodyguard service is pretty good."

Zhuiming touched his nose and said, "It's a special privilege for Chuanliu; most people don't get this treatment."

The latter nodded, "That's true, with the boss dead, your salary as his underling is gone too."

"Pah, pah, pah, what do you mean by dying? That's bad luck," Zhui Ming quickly said.

Chuanliu raised an eyebrow. "You, an assassin, believe in this stuff?"

Zhui Ming said, "It's precisely because they are assassins that they have to believe in these things even more."

The girl nodded, shoveled the last bit of porridge from the bottom of the bowl into her mouth, and praised, "Not bad."

Zhuiming propped himself up on the bed and whispered to the girl, "So, how about considering me? That way, you can drink every day."

Chuanliu slapped the man across the face, pushed him back a short distance, and said seriously, "Have you seen the owner of this shop?"

Zhuiming took two steps back and leaned against the wall again. "I didn't see anything. This shop owner is strange; he hasn't shown up since last night... Do you think the shop owner is also one of the assassins?"

Chuanliu shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe he's already been killed by Songluo."

Just as the two were discussing, a deafening scream suddenly came from the lobby downstairs.

"Ah—someone's dead! Help! Someone help!"

That was the voice of the boss who had been gone for a long time.