Shi Lan slowly made her way to the side room by the window frame. It was usually where the servants who served their masters slept. It was getting late, and in half an hour it would be dawn. These people should get up and prepare to serve their masters.
Half an hour was enough for her; her disguise skills allowed her to easily become anyone she wanted to be.
Gently lifting the latch, Shi Lan approached the bed silently, like a cat. In the dim light, she could only see a bulge. Following the shape, Shi Lan found the person's head, pinched her fingers, and pressed the Shen Ting acupoint with lightning speed.
After the man's head stiffened and he fainted, she lit the candlestick and examined him closely.
He had a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, and a well-defined jawline, but his appearance alone could not definitively identify him as a Turk, as many non-Turks in the Tang Dynasty looked like this.
However, the Turks were different from the Tang people. They called themselves a tribe of wolves, and soon after each child was born, a wolf's body would be tattooed on a certain part of his body according to his status. To find out if a person was a Turk, you only needed to open his chest.
The Tang Dynasty had been in power for many years, and the people were much more civilized. However, it is estimated that there were very few women in the entire Tang Dynasty who would dare to tear open a man's clothes and check his chest.
But who is Shi Lan? She has always been someone who doesn't concern herself with trivial matters when it comes to important things. In her opinion, all those teachings about not looking at what is improper are nonsense. In the last world, when it was so hot during the dog days of summer that people could hardly breathe, there were still plenty of men running around in the streets with their backs bare. If she really believed in not looking at what is improper, she might as well not even leave the house.
The man's clothes were violently ripped open, revealing a blue wolf fang that gently rose and fell on his chest. Shi Lan rubbed it with her finger and confirmed that it was indeed a stab wound. This man was undoubtedly a Turk.
After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, Shi Lan found a set of clothes and put them on. When she tried to button them up, a problem arose. Although the man was small and thin, he had a flat chest. Shi Lan had developed very well since childhood and was only about as tall as him, but his breasts were too large, and she couldn't button them up no matter how hard she tried.
With time running out, Shi Lan had no choice but to tear off a piece of cloth, grit her teeth, hold her breath, and forcefully wrap it around her proud breasts. She used almost all her strength to barely squeeze herself into the clothes.
On the rooftop, Yue Zhan watched her unrestrained actions with a dark face. Although he had long known that his chubby baby's personality was different from that of ordinary people, seeing her torment those two soft mounds like this, he always felt that he was at a disadvantage, even though he hadn't gained any real advantage so far.
Shi Lan was completely unaware of the complicated thoughts of the person above her. At this moment, she was busy rubbing her face, fixing here and there, and her beautiful face was transformed into that of a rough man.
In the dim light, Shi Lan looked left and right, and after confirming there were no flaws, she rolled up the person on the bed and stuffed him into a corner against the wall.
By this time, dawn was breaking outside, and servants were already walking around outside the door. Shi Lan pushed open the door and walked over to greet the servants.
The servants seemed to be afraid of her, and they immediately made way for her when they saw her coming. Seeing this, Shi Lan immediately regained her confidence, pointed at someone at random, and said, "Go and bring me the toiletries. I need to help you get up, sir."
The servant responded, turned and left, and returned shortly afterward carrying something in one hand and a copper pot in the other.
Shi Lan took it, dismissed the servant in a proper manner, and turned to walk towards the tall door.
Gently pushing open the door and bypassing the layers of magnificent curtains in the hall, Shi Lan turned to the inner room, where the curtains were flowing gauze, and through the haze she could see a reclining figure on the couch.
Shi Lan smiled slightly, took a step forward, and gently lifted the gauze curtain, but was startled by the sudden opening of the eyes of the person on the bed.
"What time is it?"
Old Liu slowly got up from the couch, rubbed his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice.
Shi Lan froze. She had been busy getting ready and had knocked the man unconscious as soon as she went in, so he hadn't heard a sound. Now that Old Man Liu was asking her questions, how was she supposed to answer?
Shi Lan turned her back to him, pretending to help him pour water.
Old Liu stood up, stretched his arms, and walked over to him. Just as he was about to take the towel, his gaze fell on her fingers, and his expression suddenly changed. "Who are you?"
He looked at Shi Lan warily, then suddenly shouted, "Guards! Guards! There's an assassin!"
Shi Lan's expression immediately changed. She believed that her disguise skills were extremely advanced, and she did not understand why Liu Weng had seen through her disguise after only meeting her once.
A commotion could be faintly heard outside the window, and the sound of footsteps grew closer. Shi Lan felt anxious and, without thinking too much, rushed to Liu Weng and attacked his most vulnerable spot, the neck.
Old Liu was quite old, and his legs trembled as he walked. The original owner thought he was incredibly old and looked like he was about to be buried up to his neck. Influenced by the original owner, Shi Lan also thought he was extremely old and decrepit, and believed that this one blow was enough to take half of his life. If she could, she would also like to end his life.
Witchcraft depletes a person's vital energy far too much. She cherishes every day she can stay here. She hasn't figured out how to fulfill the original owner's second wish yet, so she's naturally very protective of her life.
With a change of heart, Shi Lan tightened her fingers, which were now disguised, and slashed fiercely like a knife. Liu Weng gently swayed, and although he was still slow, he dodged Shi Lan's attack perfectly.
Shi Lan was taken aback, not expecting him to dodge her fierce attack so easily.
Old Liu chuckled, his fingers gently pressing on his waist, only to find nothing. He paused, then realized he hadn't put on his outer robe yet, and his waist knife was still by the bed.
Liu Weng immediately turned around and rushed to the side of the bed. Shi Lan had already guessed his thoughts while he was still in a daze. A moment before he could react, she drew the waist knife that was placed on the bed and slashed it straight down at his face.
The snow-white blade gleamed with a chilling sharpness in the dim morning light. Old Liu hurriedly took half a step back, narrowly avoiding the blade. A strand of hair grazed the blade and drifted to the ground.
Shi Lan succeeded in one fell swoop and pressed her advantage, kicking Liu Weng hard with her long leg. Liu Weng had taken too big a step in his eagerness to seize the knife. As an old man, he was not as agile as a young man, so he was a little slow to retract his leg.
With a sharp crack, Liu Weng stumbled, his face pale with pain. Looking at Shi Lan, who was approaching with murderous intent, he knew that if he didn't handle the situation properly, this day next year would be the anniversary of his death.
"Don't be impulsive. I was foolish and didn't know why I offended you, but I am willing to make amends for my mistake. You may take any gold, silver and other items in this mansion that you like. Please be merciful and spare my life," Old Man Liu said, bowing as he spoke. He seemed to be begging for mercy, but in fact he was backing away, unknowingly retreating to the edge of the gauze curtain.
Shi Lan curled her lips in disdain, glanced at him with contempt, stepped forward, and thrust the long knife in her hand directly into his chest.
Old Liu hurriedly dodged backward, but accidentally stepped on the gauze curtain hanging to the ground. He fell to the ground, and the gauze curtain fluttered down, enveloping him in a hazy mist.
Shi Lan smiled coldly. It was truly heaven's help; it would be against all reason if she didn't kill him.
Thinking of this, she immediately gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and stabbed him fiercely. (To be continued.)
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