Chapter 12: Golden Killer

  Seigetsu-an

  After a few brief exchanges with the master, Leng Ziyue and Hua'er were led to a secluded small backyard, surrounded by lush green bamboo, with a serene environment.

  "Thanks for your trouble." Leng Ziyue slightly bowed her head in response.

  "You don't have to be polite, Master. Just rest assured and stay here. If you need anything, you can directly ask for Jing Tian." The little nun said calmly from outside the door.

  "Thank you." After Rong Xue said that, the little nun slowly left the backyard, her long hair blown by the wind, making it impossible to see her expression.

  Hua'er pushed open the door like a happy little bird, and the interior decorations were simple but exceptionally clean, emitting a pleasant sandalwood fragrance, which was much better than the place where Hou Fu lived.

  However, when she followed the young lady back to the mansion, everything was different. Thinking of Steward Wang directing those servants working in the west wing, Huahua became excited like a shot of adrenaline.

  "Miss, you sit for a while first, I'll go boil some tea." Huahua put down the simple luggage of the two people, here was just right, with only two rooms in total, one for her and one for Miss.

  Leng Xueyu slightly raised her eyelids and said, "Mm, be more careful yourself."

  "Got it, miss. Don't worry." Huahua nodded and ran out.

  Leng Xue opened the window and gazed at the sun that was about to set in the west. She felt a gentle vibration from the Sound Order in her sleeve, which was very rhythmic. Since Dian Suo had come looking for her, he must have investigated the things she had confessed to, and besides, she also needed to meet the woman named Bing Niang.

  Perhaps from her, many things related to Zhang Sun Youyou can be clarified. Intuition tells Leng Ziyue that the master's mother is not a woman with a simple identity.

  There, it's possible to find a spiritual medicine that can purify her body once. Leng Xueyue has tried many times, but it's hard for her to gather her breath, which makes it impossible for her physical skills to return to their peak state. The original body that was severely injured can only be restored to its original state by cleansing the mind and body.

  If only there was a bottle of Grandfather's hair-washing medicine, it would be great. Although Leng Zixue knew how to refine the medicine, she didn't have any materials and could only speak empty words, useless.

  I still remember when she was a child, she would often take the shampoo and eat it like candy, her strict grandfather never scolded her, but occasionally punished her by making her practice for two more hours as a small punishment.

  The Zhongjun Hou Mansion is not a place that can be kept secret, and there are countless eyes watching in the imperial court. Her disturbance yesterday must have provoked murderous intentions.

  The woman in the mansion, Leng Xue still didn't take her seriously, but the murderous intent from the imperial palace made her have to be on guard. After all, having the ability to contend for that high position built on a pile of corpses required some skill, it wasn't something that could be done without any abilities.

  No matter where the enemy comes from, if they want her life, they must pay with their own life. Who wins or loses is unknown.

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  "Electric soul, have you contacted the young master?" A black-clad figure wrapped in a black cloak, with a black scarf covering her face, spoke in a hoarse voice, and it was clear that speaking a complete sentence was extremely laborious for her.

  "Aunt Bing, can your body hold on?" The green-clothed woman with a silver mask supported the black-clothed woman, her voice full of thick concern.

  Dian Dian nodded and said: "Ice Aunt, the young master has contacted us too little, the young master has returned with a message, let's wait for her at the Liang Pavilion ten miles away from Jingyue An."

  He believed in Leng Xue and since she had said it herself, she would definitely come.

  "Zhu Xiang, Dian Suo, let's hide." It was already past the appointed time, less than half a watch away from the agreed-upon hour. Bing Yi anxiously wanted to see Leng Ziyue. She had never known that the letter she received back then would be the last one between her and her maid. Apart from knowing that Zhang Sun Youyou had a daughter named Leng Ziyue, she didn't ask about anything else regarding Zhang Sun Youyou, and wholeheartedly stayed in the Youyin Pavilion.

  The last thing she was told to do in the letter was to hand over Youyin Pavilion to Leng Ziyue, and tell her everything.

  Bing Yi knew that her days were numbered, and she had always been cautious in her dealings. She would never find a fake to deceive her. As long as she saw Leng Ziyue, she could determine whether she was real or not.

  The cold wind lifted her raven-black long hair, Leng Ziyue stopped in her tracks, a cold glint flashed across her black pupils, and a chill suddenly appeared. "Since you're taking people's money to take my life, why are you still hiding?" Six people, none of them had weak auras, it seemed that some people were really willing to spend a lot of money.

  Obviously, Leng Ziyue wasn't very satisfied with being a valuable person, after all, her life was priceless.

  "You know our purpose best, and can die with your eyes open." The man in black walked out laughing, the large knife in his hand reflecting the moonlight, dazzling to behold.

  What a pity for such a beauty...

  "Who lives and who dies, is still unknown, isn't it?" As soon as the words fell, Leng Ziyue's body moved, her footsteps heavy and overlapping, like a dream or an illusion, as if countless figures flashed before her eyes, indistinguishable from reality.

  In that dazed moment, three of the six people had their throats pierced by leaves and died.

  The method is clean and neat, without any dragging or lingering.

  "You... The other party didn't tell them that the master of the door was going to kill a woman who had no strength to tie a chicken. If it were her, what would be called high martial arts?"

  What's most frightening is that they can't feel her inner strength at all, this woman is terrifying.

  "Those who underestimate their opponents usually don't end up well, do they? How do you want to die?" Leng Ziyue glanced at the three remaining leaves in her hand, she wanted to hit them with one strike, but wasn't sure if it was difficult.

  It seems that she needs not only to take good care of her body, but more importantly, she must forge a handy weapon.

  The leaves are really too embarrassing, they make her lose face.

  "They killed her together." Not daring to look at Leng Ziyue's gaze, which was as cold as the winter month, the killing aura on her body was too heavy, and even they, as assassins, unconsciously feared her presence.

  Keen observation allowed Leng Ziyue to discover that she was being targeted again, it seemed that there were not a few people who came to take her life on this night, and there were actually two groups.

  Three men in black had Cold Xue trapped in the middle, their moves closing in on her tightly, every single one of them a killing blow, that was the intention to kill Cold Xue at all costs.

  Retreating to the front of a tree, the leaves in his hand flew out, and the black-clad man tacitly dodged to the side. A pure white figure rose into the air, and fresh blood sprayed out in an elegant arc. Leng Xueyu landed steadily on the ground and said coldly, "Come out when you've had enough."

  Who says she can only kill with leaves, handkerchiefs will also work.

  Under the night sky, the handkerchief stained with blood slowly fell in front of the other four assassins, and vaguely visible under their masks, their muscles clenched twice, and their feet unconsciously retreated a step.

  "Who sent you?" Leng Ziyue's eyes were as cold as ice, staring tightly at theirs. These four were completely different from the previous six, and she had already consumed half of her physical strength, so she could only fight to the death.

  Quick battle and quick decision, otherwise she will be finished.

  "You only need to know that we are here to take your life, underlings of the Golden Killer. There will be no mercy." As soon as the words fell, the four began their assault, each move practiced a thousand times over, so familiar it was breathtaking.

  She dodged and weaved, her white clothes fluttering, her black hair flying, though she looked disheveled, it didn't affect the fluidity of her movements.

  A gleaming dagger flashed in the moonlight, its silver light slicing through the air. A figure fell to the ground with a thud, blood splattering everywhere. Cold Zhiyue didn't pause for a moment, her clear eyes unwavering like still water. Only when the last enemy had fallen at her feet did the dagger slip from her hand, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

  "Old man, have you watched the play?" Leng Ziyue said, and then leaned against a big tree to fall down.

  The white-bearded old man sitting on the treetop was stunned, looking down at the exhausted little girl below, his sharp eyes gleaming with a hint of surprise, he thought he had hidden himself well, how did the little lass discover him.

  It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting doll.

  "Girl, old man will take you away and help you heal, hehe."

  Leng Xueyu heard this sentence and finally fainted.

  Digression

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