Chapter 1861 [Shangxie] Kill one person every ten steps
"So what if we met? It's not you who killed Xia Fuyan."
"...I'm just afraid that she'll see me wearing Linglong Pavilion's clothes and kill me out of anger."
The girl seemed embarrassed by her own timidity, and then she raised her voice a little to save face.
"But I won't be afraid of her now that I'm back at Linglong Pavilion. There are a lot of people protecting us all the way from Fuyi Pavilion to Linglong Pavilion. No matter how powerful she is, she can't break through the heavy guards and cause trouble in our Linglong Pavilion. Once we enter Luoxue Tower, the gate will be closed and heavily guarded by the personal guards of the Sect Master and the Snow Pavilion Master. Not even a mosquito can get in."
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Another girl snorted in agreement and said sharply,
"If you ask me, Sect Master shouldn't have allowed Xia Fuyi to stay in the sect any longer. Look at what she did to our Pavilion Master, and you didn't punish her severely."
Her tone became jealous and malicious.
"If you ask me, our Pavilion Master shouldn't just kill Xia Fuyan, he should kill Xia Fuyi as well. These two sisters are really an eyesore within the sect. Moreover, every day Xia Fuyi stays in the position of Pavilion Master of Jiange, Linglong Pavilion will have to worry for a day. What do you think? Why don't we find a chance to talk to the Pavilion Master and find a way to drive Xia Fuyi out of Tianji Sect, or even just kill her?"
"It would be strange if the Pavilion Master would listen to you."
They slowly walked around the corner, their voices gradually becoming blurred by the sound of falling rain.
A piece of water-soaked white clothing slowly flowed under the red corridor, quietly approaching the two people in front.
After a slight sound of a door opening, the corridor became empty.
The wind chimes tied to the corridor were blown by the wind and made a tinkling sound.
When the wind stopped, the door was opened again. Someone in a light red dress, with loose dark black hair and a pile of clothes in his hand, walked towards the cabinet step by step.
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The door of Linglong Pavilion, which was always open in the past, was now closed.
However, when the door was knocked, the person inside just looked out, saw a bright red sleeve in the rain, and the clothes in the hands of the visitor, and then opened the door very easily.
The man walked in quietly holding the clothes, and then the vermilion door slammed shut.
The personal guards of the sect leader who were in charge of guarding outside the door withdrew their gaze indifferently and continued to stay at their respective posts bored.
And right under their noses, just across a wall, the fingertips under the water-red sleeves were showing a sharp blade, which silently cut off the screams of the person who opened the door in his throat.
Blood spurted into the rain, and the scarlet color instantly covered her hands.
The girl had no expression on her face and only glanced towards the closed door.
The sound of bodies being carelessly dumped on the ground was drowned out by the increasingly heavy rain.
She turned and walked inside, her eyes like wet obsidian beneath her black hair.
Dark and bottomless.
As dark as the abyss.
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The sect leader's personal guards were guarding outside the cabinet, leaving only Xue Yanshu's personal guards inside.
The red dress Xia Fuyi was wearing played a small role in opening the door, but was never ignored by anyone inside.
After all, it was because the Sword Pavilion Master's appearance was so recognizable that almost no one dared to ignore or mistake him.
So the screams of ordinary disciples that were about to come out were cut off in their throats.
Unbeknownst to Xue Yanshu and her personal guards, Linglong Pavilion had already suffered the most horrific bloodbath in its history.
Just like the name, Xia Fuyi really achieved the goal of killing one person every ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles.
The rain poured down like a bucket on the grass and trees, covering up the sounds of bodies falling to the ground and diluting the blood that continued to flow from the wounds.
The puddles on the ground were dyed red, and then reflected the figure moving slowly forward.
She has black hair and red clothes, is slender and beautiful, but has an aura darker than that of death.
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