Chapter 4 All Deaths Are the Same (1)

  The sky had just darkened, and Zhan Liangcang sneaked back to Xiangcheng, arriving at the Nan Gong family's residence. He slipped in unnoticed from the short wall of the servant's quarters, walked to the door of Nan Gonglian's room, saw that it was pitch black inside, and climbed in through the window.

  The Nan Gong family in Xiang Cheng was just a little-known side branch of the Nan Gong clan, and even Nan Gong Lian's father was only a side branch of a side branch. As for him, being born out of wedlock to a concubine, he was even more insignificant. This Nan Gong Lian had always looked down on her since they were young, and as they grew older, he would often bully her. In recent years, relying on his slight spiritual power and some like-minded rich family friends, he had become even more arrogant. It was just the other day that he used intimidation and temptation to coerce Nan Gong Liang into doing something. Those who go out into the world will eventually have to pay their debts!

  Zhan Liangkui lay in wait inside the house, all he had to do now was wait for his prey to take the bait.

  When the watchman's rattle came, there were some hurried footsteps in the courtyard.

  "Master Lian, oh dear, be careful not to fall, I'll support you..." The young servant kept flattering, and one could imagine his fawning expression.

  "Cut the crap, I'm in a good mood today... Hehe... Good mood..."

  "Alright, alright, watch your mouth, you little brat..."

  The moonlight shone into the room through the open door, and Xiao Shuai supported Nan Gong Lian as he lay on the bed, trying to ignore the thick scent of makeup and alcohol. Neither of them noticed that there was an extra person in the room.

  "Go, go, don't be a nuisance in front of me... Ah, here's your reward, scram, scram..." Nangong Lian took out two crystal coins from his pouch and impatiently shooed away the young servant.

  "Yes, yes, the little one will roll over immediately. You'd better rest well, young master." The servant took the crystal coin in his hand and smiled so widely that his mouth couldn't close, happily retreating while not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

  Waiting for the servant to leave, Zhan Qing appeared in her true form, the bright moonlight illuminating her icy eyes as she gazed at the person muttering on the bed. A silent sneer crossed her face - a despicable creature, killing him would indeed sully her own hands! However, now that she had no money and no power, she could only take matters into her own hands, begrudgingly sending him to hell.

  He crept quietly towards the bed, and before Nangong Lian could react, he heard a cracking sound, and his neck was twisted off. His wide eyes were filled with shock and incredulity, but no matter how unwilling he was, he silently lowered his head. Perhaps for the rest of his life, he would never understand how he ended up dying at the hands of that cowardly and weak waste that he had always bullied.

  Holding the bed curtain to wipe her hands, she curled up her lips in disgust and began to size up the room. In the past, Nan Gong had only passed by this courtyard and had never entered the house. Looking around, it was nothing special, with ordinary colors and a lack of taste in the arrangement. Only the dagger on the wall caught her eye, as well as some crystal coins that she might as well take since they were just lying there.

  After sizing him up, Zhan Qingkuang held the dagger in his hand and walked back to Nan Gonglian's side. He hummed, "Giving her medicine, is it? Lacking a woman, is it?" Then she wouldn't even give him the chance to be a debauched ghost. Thinking of this, his hand rose and fell, directly chopping off his **. A soft lump, truly disgusting!

  Put that disgusting thing in his hand with a dagger, Zhan Liang was too lazy to take another look, turned around and left. Tomorrow she waited to see the "joke" of the Nan Gong family.

  And the next target is Feng Jia, Feng Xiang.

  He rushed into the kitchen, filled his stomach, and rested for a while. As the sky was slightly bright, Zhan Qingcang came out of the yard again, walking towards the main street. This set of clothes couldn't be worn anymore.

  The sparse stars dotted the sky, and before dawn broke, many street vendors had already started their daily business. From a clothing store, she "bought" a set of clothes and a black cloak, and walked towards the famous "Wanhualou". And what she meant by "buying" was that she took the clothes away, leaving the crystal coins on the counter, without anyone noticing, as if she were a ghost.

  Wanhualou is the largest brothel in Xiangcheng, from Nan Gong Liang's memory, Nan Gong Lian had threatened her many times to sell her here, and this was also the favorite place of those people. As they say, know yourself and know your enemy, a hundred battles without danger, compared with spiritual power, compared with cultivation, she couldn't compare, but if it came to assassination, no one could be her opponent.

  Across from the Wanhualou, at the street corner, Zhan Qing was waiting patiently, observing carefully. Sure enough, just after noon, Feng Xiang arrived with his servants. Ah, what a pampered young master who knows nothing of the hardships of the world! He's using his father's money to dress in finery, and spends his days idling about, only knowing how to eat, drink, and gamble.

  Watching Feng Xiang swagger in, Zhan Qingchuan revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Feng Da Shao, enjoy the last afternoon of your life well! Because you won't see tomorrow's sun again.

  Patience, she had plenty of it. In the past when doing family tasks, even if she didn't eat or drink and remained still, she could persist for three days and three nights, let alone this short wait. The waiting before hunting was the most exciting, with hot blood boiling over.

  The lanterns had just been lit, and the servants were supporting Feng Xiang as he came out. Perhaps it was the servants' movements that displeased him, so he shook them off and scolded them a few times, then wandered back and forth by himself.

  The Feng manor is located in the central area of Xiang City, and it's a merchant family. Since they only have one son, he was naturally spoiled to the extreme, which led him to develop this arrogant and domineering personality.

  Eyes fixed on the Feng manor's main gate, which was not far away, Zhan Qingxue hid in an alley to explore a safe retreat route and wait for his prey to fall into his trap.

  Stumbling and staggering to the gate, Feng Xiang was attracted by a stone thrown from under his feet. Who is so bold as to block his way home? Scanning around, he found a figure in the alley on the east side. He was about to shout loudly, but when he saw who it was, his anger was swallowed back. How could it be her? The waste of the Nan Gong family, who had let him run away a few days ago, now came to his doorstep voluntarily. Just as he was about to lead his servants to walk over, he was stunned by her innocent and pure appearance like a small deer. Seeing her timid eyes scanning the servants once, then looking at him with watery eyes, made his heart beat wildly.

  He cleared his throat, stopping the footsteps of House Ding, adjusting his clothes, and walking into the alley with a swagger. However, just as he was about to catch up, the beauty disappeared, and he stopped in surprise, only to hear the tinkling laughter again, and saw that the beauty was peeking at him from around the corner, her face flushed red. So, with his blood boiling, he thought it would be fun to play a game of tag occasionally, and hastily followed the beauty's footsteps. Little did he know, he had stepped onto a path of death, slowly losing his life step by step.

  Tired Feng Xiang was getting impatient, would it ever end? Just as he thought of calling out the little beauty, he found that he couldn't say another word. When could his neck turn to the back and see the person behind him?

  As he fell to the ground, Feng Xiang died with his eyes open, and the person in front of him with a frosty face was the shy girl he had just seen? Why, why is this?

  "Wonder why?" The evening breeze mixed with the girl's faintly cool voice, making him feel a chill all over his body.

  “……”

  "Of course, it's your death that will be used to sacrifice the South Palace's madness. The first was Nan Gong Lian, the second is you, and who will be next?" The girl tilted her head, smiling brightly at Gu Zhen Yu.

  Is this a memorial service? Nan Gong Liang is dead, then who is in front of me? And Nan Gong Lian, has he died too? No way, no way, what kind of joke is this, it's just a dream, it must be a dream!

  Looking at his eyes losing their luster, his disbelieving face, he let out a faint, crazy laugh, thinking it was all just a dream? Well then, don't even think about waking up this lifetime.

  He pulled out a dagger, like a law enforcement officer, did all this, and then swiftly left, only to hear the sound of screams after a long time.

  On the second day, the whole city of Xiang was in an uproar.

  "Have you heard? Have you heard? Nan Gong Lian of the Nan Gong family and Feng Xiang of the Feng family died a miserable death overnight, with very ruthless means!"

  "I know, I know, I heard that both of them died in the same way..."

  "You know what, my second uncle's cousin's nephew's aunt works at the Nan Gong family as a servant. I heard that they were suddenly strangled to death, and after dying, their throat was cut off and placed in their own hands. How eerie is that!" As she spoke, she gestured with her hand.

  "The lord of the castle is now very angry and has ordered a strict investigation!"

  "I think they must have offended someone..."

  "I'm guessing it's a powerful figure who punishes evil and promotes good, can't stand them bullying men and women, causing trouble in the area..."

  "No, no, if I had to say it, they must have offended some esoteric female demon, didn't you see that they were cut off like that..."

  “……”

  The war lightly crazy sitting next to them was somewhat amusing, indeed where there are people there is a river lake, and where there is a river lake there is no lack of gossip. If they were to find out that the perpetrator of the two cases was right next to them, savoring their tea, I wonder what they would think.

  "If I had to say it, they got what was coming to them!"

  "Isn't it?"

  "It's all about comparison. Look at Song Ruo Feng from the Song family, now that's a real gentleman! He's completely different from these scoundrels."

  "Yes, many ordinary people have received his help!"

  "It's a good thing he left the city the day before yesterday. If the murderer was a psychopathic killer, wouldn't Young Master Song have been in danger?"

  "How could it be? Song Gongzi is well-versed in both civil and military strategies, and he's still a mid-level spiritual master. Who could possibly be his match?"

  "Yes, the title of Jia Gongzi is not undeserved. Who else would dare to travel alone for the family business? Only he has such courage."

  “……”

  Song Ruhai? Jia Gongzi? Bah, he's just a wolf in sheep's clothing, a shameless hypocrite. Among those people, everything is done with him as the leader, listening to his orders. He puts on one face in front of others and another behind their backs. She despises people like that the most.

  However, they've left the city? Well, that's good, now there's time to set up an ambush. Mid-level spirit masters are not easy to deal with! But who is this War Light Chao? A little trouble and she thinks she can take her down? Absolutely impossible. One by one, no one should think they can escape. Is she a noble? Well, let's see what makes her different from others.