Chapter 211 Death List
Yan Wanshan and a few close friends were drinking alone in a private room, with several small dishes on the table.
"Brother Yan, why? Why can we support those guys surnamed Liao who can swindle money, but we can't? We're escorts too! It's bad enough that we get bullied by other escorts, but we also have to put up with the prisoners' attitudes. It's so frustrating! It's just too frustrating!"
He then gulped down a large mouthful of wine and slammed the bowl down with a loud "bang!"
Yan Wanshan swirled the wine in his bowl. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
"We all support Brother Yan. What do you suggest? All the brothers support you."
"Then let's do as we agreed before."
Killing the Liaos, and then killing those Xiaos, wouldn't be a piece of cake?
The group was quietly plotting inside the house how to kill Lao Liao, and they were halfway through their discussion.
Suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, "Knock knock knock!"
Thinking they were being eavesdropped on, the group instantly tensed up, drew their swords, and prepared for battle.
After waiting for a while, but hearing no sound, I dared not relax, in case it was a trap.
Yan Wanshan gave the two escorts a look.
The two tiptoed to the door and hid on either side.
Yan Wanshan then asked, "Who?"
Still no answer. Then there was another knock on the door, "Knock knock!!!"
"Damn it, he just knocks on the door without saying a word. Is he mute?" Yan Wanshan guessed it couldn't be Lao Liao; if it were, he would have broken down the door long ago.
"Open the door!"
The door opened, and there stood a woman in the doorway—it was Shen Qingyu.
"Hey, boss, you're really a prophet, and you really are a mute."
"You've come to the wrong place. This is our men's quarters, not a place for a woman like you. Get out!!!"
"Wait! Regardless of what you just heard, what you should or shouldn't say, think it over carefully."
"Boss, have you forgotten that she's mute? Her tongue was cut out, so she can't speak."
"She can still write. Just in case, should we chop off her hand?"
Shen Qingyu frantically used sign language, "Uh...uh...uh..." [I won't report you; I'm here to cooperate with you.]
Yan Wanshan and others could not understand sign language.
“Drag them in and chop off their fingers.”
He pulled a knife from his waist and slammed it onto the table. "Bang!"
"Uh...uh...uh..." Shen Qingyu was pulled over, shaking her head and struggling desperately, a piece of paper falling off her.
She turned her head and stared at the paper on the ground, trying hard to pronounce it correctly, "Paper, paper..."
A curious officer picked up the paper from the ground and spread it out.
He couldn't understand it, so he gave it to Yan Wanshan.
He only understood half of it, and it took several people getting together to barely understand the contents of the paper.
The most literate of the escorts summarized, "Brother Yan, she said she wants to cooperate with us to kill the Xiao family."
"This coincides with what we are planning."
"Are you here representing yourself or the Shen family? Where is your sincerity?"
Shen Qingyu dipped her finger in the wine and wrote the character "沉" (chen, meaning sink) on the table.
The character was simple, and they all understood it; it represented the Shen family.
"We're contributing manpower and resources, what can your Shen family offer?"
Shen Qingyu pulled out ten silver notes from her sleeve and slapped them on the table.
The men were stunned. He had just given them a thousand taels of silver. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
...
Xiao Mingshu went to Yang's place to bathe her and take care of her illness.
Yun Zhaoxue locked the door from the inside of the room. Instead of using water boiled at the inn, they went into their spatial dimension to wash. After washing, they came out and splashed the water from the tub around the bathtub to create the illusion that they had washed.
Although he was wearing a raincoat, the rain was so heavy that his prison uniform was soaked by the water seeping in.
Washed and dried in the washing machine.
Some marks couldn't be cleaned by the washing machine, but that was the effect she wanted; if it were too clean, it would attract attention.
Use a hairdryer to dry your hair.
She casually picked up a plain silver hairpin and loosely tied up the upper part of her hair, while the lower part of her black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, with a few strands of hair breaking free and lazily sticking to both sides of her cheeks.
Looking from behind, her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, and the fabric of her plain dress clung perfectly to the curve of her back.
Her skirt swayed as she walked down the stairs, and from behind, she appeared slender and tall, with no sign of her nearly six-month pregnant belly.
As she walked downstairs to the backyard, a tall figure blocked her way. "Wait."
It's Zhao Jiu.
Yun Zhaoxue looked at him and asked, "Brother Zhao, is there something you need?"
Zhao Jiu and two guards were responsible for watching over their inn.
Except for the superior rooms, the ordinary rooms do not have tables inside; meals are eaten in the lobby on the first floor.
Zhao Jiu glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then stepped forward and quietly hid in a corner, lowering his voice to say, "Those guys don't look like good people. The way they looked at you just now was very unfriendly. You should be careful."
Yun Zhaoxue followed his gaze and saw that the group of people were dressed in dark, almost black clothing. Their upper bodies were in Miao ethnic costumes embroidered with strange totems, while their lower bodies were in Han clothing and shoes.
They sat at the corner table, enveloped in shadow. The eerie atmosphere in that corner was more intense than elsewhere. No one dared to sit at the tables around them; they were completely out of place with the people around them.
Three men and one woman.
The leader was a middle-aged man. He glanced at Yun Zhaoxue and picked up a live centipede, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.
The young man on the left had gloomy eyes and a wooden hairpin carved with snakes in his hair. The scabbard of the curved knife slung diagonally behind his waist was engraved with dense snake patterns.
On the right is a woman wearing a black veil that covers the lower half of her face. Her eyes are deep-set and her makeup is heavy. The face under the spiderweb-like black veil is covered with red spider marks.
The young man with his back to her had a scorpion tattoo on the back of his neck. His knuckles tapped unconsciously on the edge of the table from time to time, like a restless scorpion.
Centipedes, snakes, spiders, scorpions, Gu masters?
The visitor is not friendly.
No matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, kill them one by one, or two by two.
He looked away and thanked Zhao Jiu, saying, "Thank you for the reminder. You should also be careful."
A slight ripple stirred in Zhao Jiu's heart, and he smiled shyly, "Thank you for your concern, Princess."
Yun Zhaoxue bid him farewell and was about to walk out of the backyard when she noticed a gaze fixed on her back, causing her to pause in her steps.
The man, whose entire body was covered in snakes, leaned against the table, his pale knuckles twirling a strand of red hair slowly.
Meeting Yun Zhaoxue's gaze, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, as if he were restless before a hunt.
The venomous spider kicked him under the table, "Your snake venom is acting up again? Who are you trying to disgust with your flirtatious poses?"
The silver snake brought the strand of hair to its nose and sniffed it deeply, as if smelling prey, and scolded, "Disgusting? You actually said I'm disgusting? I was just showing off my charm, what do you know?"
The poisonous spider scoffed, saying disdainfully, "I think you're really hungry; you can even eat a pregnant woman."
Silver Snake tossed her hair, "I like anyone who is beautiful, and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
The woman asked him, "Do you know who she is?"
"I know, my beauty."
The poisonous spider ground its foot hard. "Beauty, beauty, all you know is beauty. I saw her portrait before. She's on the death list. The number one evil woman in the capital, Yun Zhaoxue."
"The most wicked woman in the capital? How is she wicked? She's not even half as wicked as you, Senior Sister."
"Would you die if you didn't tease me? Don't forget our mission. If you're so busy playing around with women that you ruin everything, your master will skin you alive."
"No, no, in my heart the mission is definitely more important, and women come later. Once the mission is completed, you'll have all the riches and honors you could ever want. What woman can't you have?"
"Hmph! I hope that's what you really think too."
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