Chapter 13 013 "Auntie, how about you kill someone for me?"...

Jiang Ling'er: "..."

Jiang Ling'er was indeed five or six years older than him, but she was only in her early twenties, a beautiful young age, and had absolutely nothing to do with the word "auntie." The only problem was that the young man was too inexperienced. He was indeed as vibrant as a bamboo shoot after rain, but his thin lips were still pale, suggesting he hadn't fully recovered from a serious illness. Despite his frail appearance, he didn't exude any effeminate air; anyone who saw him couldn't help but sigh, "What a handsome and spirited young man!"

However, Jiang Ling'er's face showed no extra expression. Even after being called "auntie," she simply lowered her head obediently, appearing submissive and resigned to her fate. It was truly...

Everything I see is unpleasant to me.

If it weren't for seeing her arrogantly wielding a long whip in the Discipline Hall that day, and that she dared to ride on him so brazenly on that rainy night...

It's fake.

It's all an act.

The little poisonous creature squinted at her for a while, then suddenly found it uninteresting.

He walked past her and stood by the railing. He didn't know when it had started, but the corridor was once again bustling with people, talking loudly about everything from how the Jurchens had ruthlessly plundered so much gold, silver and land from the Great Song Dynasty to all sorts of anecdotes from the martial arts world. In particular, the news of the suicide of Jiang Lao, the number one镖头 (bodyguard/escort) in Jinling, had spread for several days and was known to everyone. Sure enough, the middle-aged man who had been talking the most excitedly yesterday had come again. Whether people said that Jiang Lao was a fake hero and a real villain, or that he committed suicide out of fear of punishment, there were all sorts of opinions.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. This age-old rule is nothing new.

The little poisonous creature listened for a while, resting its chin on its hand, and suddenly said:

"You kept watch all night?"

Although he was staring at the people under the corridor, he was speaking to Jiang Ling'er behind him.

Jiang Ling'er... or rather, the current Anu, responded with a soft "hmm" and then fell silent.

The little poisoner glanced to the side, and from his angle, he could only see a small patch of honey-colored skin. She kept her eyes down, pretending to be quite convincing, truly like a dutiful and loyal servant.

It seems that it was truly to protect the safety of his master rather than to survive.

It seems like the impulsive and easily angered person from yesterday wasn't her.

If only we could ignore that hand that was clenched so tightly that the knuckles were almost white.

The little poisoner's lips curled into a smile, his mood improving somewhat. He turned his back to Jiang Ling'er and beckoned to her with his index finger.

Jiang Ling'er paused: "?"

The little poisoner had extremely poor patience. Seeing his brows and eyes visibly darken, Jiang Ling'er didn't dare to hesitate and stepped forward. She had only taken two steps when the little poisoner couldn't wait any longer. He stepped forward, put one hand on her shoulder, hooked his arm around her neck, and pulled her into his embrace!

Instantly, a refreshing scent of soapberry wafted over, along with the faint blue flames on his body, invisible to ordinary people, licking and kissing her bare skin!

Jiang Ling'er shuddered slightly for a moment, then bit her lower lip hard with her pearly teeth!

From behind, the way he pulled her into his arms made them look like a perfect couple, so intimately close.

The little venomous creature's thin lips pressed against her delicate white earlobe hidden in her hair, his hot breath brushing against her ear. A ghostly blue flame enveloped her, creating a sensation that was hard to describe – a mixture of hot and cold, a feeling like ants crawling all over her body. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, just…uncomfortable. Uncomfortable from head to toe, down to every single hair, especially the area behind her ear, which itched and tingled with the little venomous creature's warm breath.

I want to scratch.

She frowned slightly, but held back her anger. She heard him say:

"Auntie, how about you kill someone for me?"

Jiang Ling'er suddenly raised her eyebrows, staring straight at him, her nails digging into her palms.

The little poisoner seemed oblivious to her unease. His arm, seemingly affectionately wrapped around her neck, actually held her firmly as they leaned against the railing. His elegantly sculpted chin slightly raised, he silently gestured to the middle-aged man in the crowd who was vehemently denouncing Old Master Jiang's eight major crimes, and said in a conciliatory tone:

"What about him?"

Jiang Ling'er followed the gaze and saw the same person who had cursed her father yesterday, and it was him again today.

He's everywhere.

And today the insults were even harsher, every word unbearable to hear. She could only grit her teeth and force herself to block out the surrounding noise in order to stand here "as if nothing had happened".

She paused for a moment before whispering, "...Why?"

"What do you mean, why?" the little poisonous creature sneered, the eerie blue flames on its body seemingly growing colder and more penetrating with its master's anger, seeping into Jiang Ling'er's bones, the itch spreading to her very marrow. "Isn't this all your doing? You destroyed my formation, you have to rebuild it."

Jiang Ling'er: "..."

Jiang Ling'er pursed her dry lips before saying in a hoarse voice, "But what you want... isn't a dead person?"

"You think dead people are so easy to find?" The little poisoner's handsome, pale face rippled with a smile, his dark eyes gleaming with an eerie light. The more beautiful his smile, the more chilling it became. "That's precisely because we can't find them, we have to make them."

Jiang Ling'er's breath hitched. She looked up at the lotus-shaped face in front of her. This person was clearly... so small.

How could someone be so cruel?

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, the little poisoner smiled brightly, even patting her clenched, pale hand. Suddenly, a pair of eerie blue flames ignited on her shoulders again. The little poisoner's laughter was surprisingly gentle. "Don't pretend. I know you want to kill him. You wanted to kill him yesterday, didn't you? I'm not like you upright people. I act only according to my likes and dislikes. I won't hold you back. Don't hold back anymore. Kill him if you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Jiang Ling'er was still motionless, but her eyes were involuntarily fixed on the impassioned middle-aged man in the crowd. Hearing the curses of "Golden Man's lackey" and "Demon Sect's hounds" drilling into her ears, her breathing suddenly became heavy, and her eyes became bloodshot like a spider web.

He's right.

She really wanted to kill him.

The little poisoner's lips curled into a subtle smile, but his expression turned grim. He released his grip on her hand and said coldly:

“Don’t stand there like a dead man. Bring his head to me tonight. Remember, I am the master and you are the servant. Go when I tell you to, or get out if you don’t want to.”

After saying that, he stretched and went back to his room.

Jiang Ling'er stared silently at the middle-aged man for a long, long time before finally moving.

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The moon rose above the treetops, and the sky quickly darkened.

A very faint groan came from the dark alley, completely drowned out by the annoying chirping of cicadas. But it disappeared after a while.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Just as he expected.

The little poisonous creature leaned against the corner of the wall, its nose catching a strong smell of blood. It twitched its nose, smiled, and then disappeared into the darkness. It went back into the house, left the window open, and waited for people to return.

Sure enough, a moment later, Jiang Ling'er leaped in through the window, bathed in moonlight, bringing with her a heavy stench of blood that wafted in on the night breeze.

Seeing the bloodstains inevitably splattered all over her body, and the continuous dripping of blood behind her like a river, the little poisonous creature was disgusted by her filth and her unclean ways. However, it did find her somewhat more pleasing to the eye and, unusually, spoke gently:

Pack your belongings and leave tonight.

After saying that, he remembered how dirty the person was, and his brow furrowed. He turned around and hastily packed the clothes on the bed, then slung his bag over his shoulder. Looking back, he saw Jiang Ling'er standing there, hands behind her back, motionless. His brow furrowed even deeper.

"Throw that head under the bed and leave!"

Seeing that she was still standing there motionless, he assumed she was worried about the body being discovered. After all, just a few days ago, this person was the pampered and influential Miss Jiang, the future head镖师 (chief镖师, a high-ranking镖师 in the world) of the world. She was still a young woman, and killing and beheading was probably a first for her; it was understandable that she was terrified. He patiently offered a rare explanation:

"There's no need to worry about the body being discovered; I'll control it with my flute."

Jiang Ling'er remained standing still, her pale lips twitching slightly as if she wanted to say something, or perhaps she had something difficult to say.

Finally, the little poisoner's last bit of patience snapped like a broken string. With a dark expression, he strode up to her and pulled her hands, which were behind her back, towards him.

"Are you really scared? What are you dawdling for?! Can't you understand what I'm saying..."

The impatient voice abruptly stopped, a vein throbbed on the little poisoner's forehead, and he stared menacingly at the small, snow-white mass of blood and gore in Jiang Ling'er's hand. He was dumbfounded, and the words almost escaped his lips:

"What... is this?"

“Rabbit.” Jiang Ling’er’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she added, “The rabbit from the kitchen.”

Where are they?

“A beating is enough, it doesn’t warrant death.” Jiang Ling’er glanced at his face, not even panting, and quickly said, “Your formation only needs inanimate objects, isn’t that enough? If one rabbit isn’t enough, I’ll go kill ten or twenty more! Three…”

Under the piercing, almost predatory gaze of the little poisonous creature, Jiang Ling'er's breath caught in her throat for a moment, and she obediently shut her mouth.

Suddenly, in the still of the night, clusters of torches lit up outside the window, and the footsteps of many people could be heard getting closer and closer. There were waiters, middle-aged men who had been beaten half to death by Jiang Ling'er, and others who were obviously skilled in martial arts.

Where is he?

"It's in room number one on the second floor!"

"You're not mistaken, it really is the old poisoner Gongye Chi?"

“I was absolutely certain I wasn’t mistaken! Yesterday, I was just wondering why that little beggar girl was sneaking around like that, since she was just emptying a bucket of water. So I followed her to take a look, and I was glad I hadn’t. All the flowers and plants in the backyard had withered! Tell me how poisonous that must be! If I hadn’t heard that the old poisoner had come to Jiangnan, I wouldn’t have dared to make such a judgment!”

"I...I can testify! It was that little beggar girl who hit me! If it weren't for me...I chased her away and escaped, she would have been killed and kidnapped by now!"

"Yes, yes, it can't be such a coincidence. Poisoned and using dead people to set up formations to practice evil arts... it can only be the old poison master Gongye Chi! Take me there quickly!"

The sound of their hurried footsteps was so loud it was impossible to estimate how many people there were; they all seemed to be rushing towards the door! Jiang Ling'er and Little Poisonous Thing spoke in unison, Jiang Ling'er claiming she was innocent:

"What utter bullshit! I was the one who knocked him unconscious and left him unable to move, so how did it become that he chased me away?!"

The little poisonous creature was furious and nearly broke its bamboo flute in its glare.

"You...hello there!"

A note from the author:

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