This was a strange face that Ding Yi had never seen before, and there was no sign of disguise.

Before coming to Sun's house, Yuan Baozhen had said that the person who came with Xiao Jue was his nephew, the young master of Yousi Zhilang's house, and the famous "trash boy" in Shuojing City. He just mentioned it casually and didn't elaborate. After all, none of them expected that such a seemingly harmless waste boy would mess up the whole game.

He couldn't be the real Cheng Lisu. A young master raised in the capital city of Shuo with wealth and power would never have such a fierce look.

Who is he? Xiao Jue's subordinate? But why would Xiao Jue's subordinate look at him like this? As if they had a feud.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ding Yi said, "Are you playing tricks here?"

He Yan chuckled: "Are you scared?"

Ding Yi's smile faded slightly: "You are so stubborn that people don't like you." After saying that, the dagger in his sleeve suddenly grew a few inches longer and rushed towards He Yan.

He Yan spun around and flew up.

The two figures wrestled with each other, and the silhouettes reflected on the window were particularly strange. If a servant from the Sun residence passed by at this moment, the rumor of ghosts would probably be confirmed.

He Yan was slightly surprised.

She had been tricked by He Rufei, and it was the soup sent by this man that made her blind. She had always thought that Ding Yi was just a servant working for He Rufei, but when she met Yuan Baozhen later, she knew that this man was quite skilled, but it was only when she came up to fight him in person that she realized that Ding Yi was even more powerful than she thought.

His skills were far superior to Yingyue, the leader of the assassins that day. Not only was he so skilled, but he was also extremely cautious and conservative, and would never make a move unless he was completely sure. So even if it was a night banquet assassination, he would be the last chess piece, and would never make a move unless it was absolutely necessary. The same was true for the incense ball, which had to wait until Xiao Jue was poisoned and very weak before making a move, to ensure a one-shot kill.

Today, Ding Yi set a trap to lure He Yan into it, but he was just considering that no matter how outstanding He Yan was, a sixteen-year-old boy would not be that great.

This person is both conceited and cautious. He is conceited in that he is confident in his own skills and abilities, and he is cautious in that he wants to do things to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Don't underestimate it.

Ding Yi was also shocked.

He had never seen such an opponent.

Hearing that Xiao Jue, the commander of the Right Army, was a master of both civil and military affairs, and had few rivals, he wanted to fight him very much, but He Rufei had repeatedly warned him not to fight Xiao Jue head-on, so he had to make a move in secret and wait for an opportunity. People like him could never compete with others openly, like a mouse hiding in a ditch, he could only hide in the dark. Having martial arts skills but nowhere to display them is like walking in the night in a gorgeous robe.

Ding Yi himself felt regretful about the loss.

The young man's mysterious background made him eager to try. He wanted to defeat him openly and then use him to plot against Xiao Jue, so that he could show his ability. However, after this fight, he realized that he was too arrogant.

This young man is surprisingly quite skilled.

The dagger passed by He Yan's head, and Ding Yi slapped her on the left shoulder, causing her to step back a few steps and knock over the Buddha statue on the table.

"You are being disrespectful to the Buddha statue." He Yan said, "Aren't you afraid that the Bodhisattva statue will come looking for you at night?"

Ding Yi looked at her unhappily. Seeing that the young man was hit by his palm, he could still speak properly. He sneered and said, "Do you know that a Buddha here represents a dead person? You will join them soon."

He Yan reached out and touched his shoulder with a horrified look on his face: "Don't tell ghost stories at night for no reason!" He said this while stabbing Ding Yi with the dagger in his hand without hesitation.

Ding Yi dodged, and the dagger lifted his hat and dropped it to the ground.

He Yan sighed in her heart. She had no weapons when she went out. This dagger was the one she used to cut venison at the first night banquet at Sun Mansion. When Xiao Jue was stabbed, she rushed in to help. This dagger for cutting venison now seemed too flashy and useless.

As she was thinking, Ding Yi came forward again. He Yan dodged the tip of his knife and was slapped on the back by him. She suddenly felt a sweetness in her throat.

Although Ding Yi used a dagger, he preferred to fight with his bare hands. He was very confident in his own skills.

"You are the first one who can still stand after being hit by two of my palms." Ding Yi's eyes moved slightly.

He Yan swallowed the blood in his throat and smiled: "You are the first one who can hit me twice and still be alive."

"Sharp-tongued." Ding Yi said, and ran over again.

He Yan turned around and fled towards the window.

Miss He's body is still too weak. Maybe it's God's will. There is no absolute fairness in the world. Women are more delicate and meticulous than men, so their bodies are destined to be weaker than men. Even though she was brave and good at fighting in her previous life, she is now just a sixteen-year-old girl. Before this spring, she had never even learned any martial arts.

Not as strong as Ding Yi's internal strength.

"You want to escape now?" Ding Yi laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to grab He Yan's collar and pulled him back. He Yan was pulled back by him and fell into the Buddhist shrine.

Incense ash filled the air.

"No one comes here at night." Ding Yi smiled and said, "No one dares to come. You can only wait to die here."

He Yan stood up, kicked away a Buddha statue in front of him, and said with a smile: "I am a dead person."

Her action was casual, but it seemed so familiar to Ding that he was stunned for a moment.

Ding Yi is He Rufei's subordinate and has been with He Rufei for many years. They have been living in a separate courtyard, far away from Shuojing. In the past years, He Rufei has trained Ding Yi like a warrior. Ding Yi is very skilled, can make poison, can disguise himself, and is meticulous. Even if he is someone else's subordinate, he is still an excellent one.

One's skills must be put to good use, but when they returned to Shuojing, the first task Ding Yi received was to prepare a bowl of blinding poison and send it to Grandma Xu, He Rufei's cousin.

He was very dissatisfied with this mission at the time, and he didn't know why He Ru had to order the killing of this cousin. The fight between women was a matter between the backyard, so what use was there for him? It was simply a waste of talent, and Ding Yi felt insulted.

He Rufei told him: "Don't underestimate her. Be careful not to let anyone find out."

Ding Yi was very confused. How powerful could a woman be? Why did she tell him to be careful?

Half out of curiosity and half out of disdain, Ding Yi entered the Xu family and stayed there for three days.

It was during these three days that he discovered that Grandma Xu was indeed not a simple woman. She was extremely sensitive, and sometimes when Ding Yi hid in the dark and tried to observe her, she would immediately notice something was wrong. Several times, Ding Yi almost exposed himself.

In the end, he had no choice but to hide in the Xu family as He Rufei's servant. Although Grandma Xu was cautious and sensitive, she trusted the He family very much, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of. He still remembered the bowl of medicine he gave to Grandma Xu. When Grandma Xu heard that it was a tonic sent by the He family, she raised her head and drank it all without thinking. He had an unknown feeling in his heart at that time. A woman like this, with such skills and abilities, would have to work hard to kill her if he fought openly. But as long as someone around him took action, with just a bowl of medicine, he wouldn't even have to worry about it, and he could get what he wanted.

No wonder people always say that the only people who can be truly deceived and hurt are those around you.

During those three days, Ding Yi also noticed some of Grandma Xu's habits. For example, sometimes when there was something in front of her, such as a fallen branch, she would always kick it away. Her kicking action seemed casual, but it was very strong, which was actually very rude for a woman from a wealthy family. Grandma Xu also knew this, so every time she kicked something away unconsciously, she would react. If there was no one around, she would leave as if nothing had happened. If there was someone around, she would stick out her tongue apologetically to express her apology.

When she did this, her usually dull face would become lively, as if this was the real her. So after such a long time, Ding Yi could hardly remember what Grandma Xu looked like, but he could still remember the movement of her kicking away the branch in front of her.

And just now, the young man in front of him kicked the Buddha statue at his feet away. That movement and expression suddenly overlapped with the Grandma Xu in Ding Yi's memory.

But how could he be Grandma Xu?

After drinking the bowl of medicine, Grandma Xu became blind. Ding Yi thought that the matter ended there, until this spring, when he was at the He family, he heard that Grandma Xu slipped and fell into the pond and drowned.

Ding Yi would not think that she really drowned because when He Rufei and the He family heard about this, except for the wife of the second wife, they were not surprised at all. I think they knew it a long time ago.

What could have happened that would make the entire He family so ruthless to a married daughter that they were not satisfied with her even after she became blind, and they wanted to take her life? When he recalled the incident afterwards, he gradually came up with some clues.

He Rufei lived in the other courtyard for many years. When he returned to Shuojing, he suddenly became a general. Ding Yi thought that the He family had found a substitute to replace He Rufei. Since He Rufei was back, the substitute should die. But, what if the substitute was a woman?

This sounds incredible, but it is not impossible. Especially when Ding Yi thought of Grandma Xu's alertness and skills, it was definitely not something an ordinary woman could do. Especially when he heard that after Grandma Xu became blind, she did not give up, but tried to identify the shape by listening to the sound. Perhaps it was because of this that the He family felt uneasy.

What they need is an obedient blind man. If this blind man can still walk, move and speak, it will not be reassuring enough.

The grandmother Xu whom he blinded might have been the famous General Feihong. Whenever he thought of this, Ding Yi felt proud and regretful. He was proud of the fact that he had quelled the rebellion of the Western Qiang. General Feihong, who many people had dared to look up to, was defeated by a small figure like him. He regretted that although he had plotted against grandmother Xu, it was not fair and just a bowl of medicine.

The shadows of the lights were so blurred that the boy's appearance became blurred. He Yan's eyes narrowed: "It's not a good habit to be absent-minded during a fight." Her voice was accompanied by her movements, as light as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye she was already in front of Ding Yi.

With a "puff", the dagger slashed across his sleeve, leaving a bloody mark. He Yan stabbed his arm.

"Is this all you can do?" A hint of excitement flashed across Ding Yi's eyes, as well as a bit of disdain. This young man was definitely not General Feihong. General Feihong... was more than that.

He tore off the loose sleeve nonchalantly, looked at He Yan and laughed: "No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, you will die today!"

He rushed towards He Yan.

The room was originally very spacious, but because of the Buddha statues placed everywhere, it seemed narrow and cramped. Ding Yi had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his internal strength was deep, and his methods were cunning and fierce. Otherwise, he would not have been He Rufei's confidant. He Yan fought with him for four or five moves, and the places where he was hit were covered with scars. The most serious injury was on his back, which was cut by the tip of Ding Yi's knife.

The window was right in front of her, but it was difficult to escape. She was grabbed and thrown to the ground. Ding Yi grabbed her head and looked at her in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" Blood was oozing from the boy's lips, but he looked nonchalant, as if he didn't feel the pain, and even his smile never changed.

In a trance, Ding Yi thought of Grandma Xu again. This association made him unhappy, and the hand that was clamped around He Yan's neck tightened even more. He said, "If you don't tell me who you are, I will kill you and bury you in the ground here. There are gods and talismans everywhere, and you will never be reborn. So," he said softly, coaxingly, "Who are you?"

This young man's skills are already excellent, and he feels like he has seen him before. Ding Yi doesn't want to miss the truth.

But He Yan laughed when she heard that. She laughed so hard that she coughed up blood. She said as she laughed, "You, haven't I told you long ago that since I am a demon that crawled out of the underworld, I have long disdained reincarnation. Besides, even I can come and go freely. These talismans and Buddha statues are just clay sculptures and paper. Don't take them seriously. You are so easy to deceive. Does your master He Rufei know?"

He actually knew He Rufei. Ding Yi was stunned and his expression suddenly changed: "What else do you know?" He subconsciously touched behind him, but found nothing.

The young man's face was still in front of him, with a smile on his face. Ding Yi realized something was wrong and stabbed him with the dagger in his hand. However, the young man seemed to wake up suddenly and withdrew gently, breaking free from his control.

She held a small plum blossom dart in her hand, playing with it against the shrine, and said, "Is this your killer mace? It's still hidden in your arms. If you hadn't been beaten so many times, you really wouldn't have been able to find it."

Ding Yi's face suddenly darkened: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, no," the young man said with a smile, "but I can't fall for the same person twice, so I came prepared. It's not your fault, you hid it very well."

In the previous life, this man sent a bowl of medicine and He Yan went blind. When he saw him again in this life, the cup of wine at the night banquet seemed strange. In Yuan Baozhen's house, Ding Yi even replaced a scent ball for her. If he was not a person who often used poison, why would he carry so many deadly poisons with him?

With a preconceived impression, she paid special attention to this man. Ding Yi's fingertips were black, as if he had been soaked in potions for many years, and his skin was chapped. These were the hands of a poisoner, and considering the intentions of the assassins before, it seemed that this man was also a shady and despicable person, hiding a poisoned hidden weapon on his body. The dagger was just a deception, and the real killing move was this poisoned plum blossom dart.

It is not difficult to fight him in close combat. The difficulty lies in that if this man is pushed into a corner and uses his ultimate weapon, he may be seriously injured or even killed. He Yan does not dare to gamble with his life.

She observed that Ding Yi was very conceited. Although he had a dagger, he was used to fighting her with bare hands, and he was confident that his skills were not inferior to hers. Therefore, He Yan deliberately exposed his flaws and pretended to be exhausted, just an ordinary boy with some skills, but slightly inferior. Sure enough, after a moment, Ding Yi began to underestimate him.

And she successfully took away Ding Yi's "killer move".

Ding Yi said ruthlessly: "I will definitely kill you."

"Do you think you still have this chance?" He Yan snapped his fingers: "Now it's your turn to get beaten."

The two figures huddled together. The young man who seemed to have weaker internal strength was indeed pretending. She moved faster and more violently. In a moment, she kicked the dagger in Ding Yi's hand away, ducked to avoid his big palm, and without looking back, she stabbed forward with her backhand, and the dagger pierced Ding Yi's waist.

"You..." He widened his eyes in disbelief.

He Yan kicked his knee, and Ding Yi fell to his knees. He Yan grabbed his hair and said, "Now it's my turn to question you."

"Why did He Rufei want to kill Xiao Jue? Are you working for Prime Minister Xu? What benefits did Prime Minister Xu promise you? What exactly do you want He Rufei to do?"

She spoke quickly and urgently. Ding was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled.

"I won't tell you," he said. "If I tell you, you'll kill me right away. Why don't you try to make me talk?"

His smile even looked a bit shameless.

He Yan had seen this expression many times before, and it was not unfamiliar. When she was in the Vietnamese army, whenever she captured enemy troops, some captives would quickly surrender and defect, while others would rather die than speak. No matter how they were forced to confess, they would not speak. In the end, it would make the interrogators full of frustration.

The expression on Ding Yi's face was that of a "dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water". He was speaking nicely now, but he did not say the final word. It seemed that he had left a way out, but in fact he was playing a trick on He Yan. If he were an ordinary person, he would be fooled and might leave him a way out. In the future, when Ding Yi's accomplices got the chance, they would rescue him.

But He Yan is not an ordinary person and will not be fooled like this.

She looked at Ding Yi and suddenly asked, "You kept asking me who I was. Who did you think of?"

Ding Yi's expression suddenly changed and he stared at her face without saying a word.

"Don't you think it's strange? You and I have only met a few times, how could I know that you had hidden poisonous weapons and prepared in advance? I was the one who warned you about the wine at the banquet, how could I know?"

Ding Yi sneered: "Don't play tricks. Kill me if you have the guts."

"If I have no grudge against you, I will definitely not kill you, but what's the point of keeping you alive? I live for revenge."

"Gods and Buddhas are my witnesses, I am not lying." He Yan chuckled, as if to cater to this strange atmosphere. In the autumn night, there was a sudden thunderclap, and lightning illuminated the room. The kind-looking Buddha statues were staring at them, as if they were completing a cause and effect from many years ago.

"You once fed a bowl of medicine to a woman, and that woman became blind." The young man spoke softly.

"Guess if I'm that woman." She laughed.

Ding Yi struggled: "You are..."

Halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly widened, a trickle of blood flowed from his lips, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

The plum blossom dart pierced his throat so deeply that he died in a moment.

He Yan stood up and looked at the people at her feet. Ding Yi's body was lying in the golden Buddha statue, which seemed like a mockery. She whispered, "It's your turn to die here and see if you can be reborn."

She turned and walked out.

Ding Yi cannot stay. She doesn't even know where to hide such a person. If Xiao Jue knew, he would ask her why she was snooping about the He family. He Yan would not be able to explain. Since he is a deadly warrior and refuses to reveal the secret, there is no point in keeping him alive. Besides, this person has done many evil things, and his death is not a pity.

Dying here is the best outcome for him. You know, this yard is haunted and it would take several days for his body to be discovered.

There were thunderous noises outside and autumn rain began to fall. He Yan stumbled towards the house.

Although she used her body as bait to lure Ding Yi to let down his guard, she was actually injured. Her body was not as good as it was in her previous life, and Ding Yi was no longer an idle person. She might have underestimated He Rufei's strength. The wound on her back was soaked by the rain, and the blood flowed into the yard with the rain and was quickly washed away. He Yan felt that all her strength was disappearing.

This was probably the most ferocious time since her rebirth. Fortunately, when she went out, Xiao Jue and Fei Nu were not there. It was only a short while ago, so they probably hadn't come back yet. She had to go back quickly to change her clothes and pretend nothing had happened.

The house was right in front of him. He Yan jumped in through the window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the house was dark and no one was inside.

She muttered softly, "Luckily, we weren't discovered."

As soon as the words fell, someone's voice was heard.

"You are too happy too soon."

With a "pop" sound, the room suddenly became bright, and He Yan froze.

A man was sitting in front of the small table in the middle, playing with a tinderbox in his hand. The light on the table flickered. The man had handsome eyebrows and eyes, and his clothes were neat. He glanced at her sideways and said, "You're back?"

It was actually Xiao Jue.

He Yan's heart trembled for a moment, and he quickly came back to his senses and spoke quickly: "Uncle! This is a misunderstanding. I just realized that I can see. I met an assassin outside..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw the young man sitting in front of the table approaching her, drawing his sword and stabbing it towards her chest. He Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to block it, but the tip of the sword did not mean to kill her. Instead, it bent and lifted her clothes.

“Shhh——”

The bloodstained clothes were shattered into pieces. The girl's body was pale and weak, wrapped in layers of white cloth from chest to chest, like a bud about to bloom.

He Yan's face immediately turned red.

Xiao Jue was wrapped around her from behind, with the scabbard of his sword against He Yan's neck, their breaths meeting each other, and the sword was on the verge of being drawn.

"The liar is now at work."

He curled the corners of his lips, like the lazy and romantic young man in white robes under the tree in the past. His voice was slightly mocking, and he smiled indifferently: "Should I call you He Yan, or Miss He?"