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The Disguised Person glanced at Qin Yaru, and the look was quite strange; it was neither malicious nor the typical lustful gaze a man might have towards her, but rather an inexplicable oddity.
In that moment, Qin Yaru surprisingly felt that this person bore no ill will towards her. On the contrary, there was a hint of pity, but it lasted only for an instant. She could only believe that she was too fatigued and had misinterpreted it.
The person turned away again, leaning close to the Tall and Slim Person's ear and murmuring a few words. Because they were at a distance, she could only vaguely hear that the two seemed to be in a dispute.
In the end, the Tall and Slim Person frowned and nodded, shrugging helplessly. It appeared that they reached some sort of agreement. The Disguised Person then stood up and casually removed the bronze bracelet that Qin Yaru had worn for many years from her arm.
Qin Yaru was taken aback—she had worn this bracelet for so long, since her youth, and in the past, when she wanted to take it off, it required considerable effort. She never expected this person to easily slip it off her wrist.
However, the person paid no attention to Qin Yaru's surprise and walked over to the corner of the guest room where a tall display case leaned against the wall.
Inside, the blue bricks were surprisingly movable. In no time, a hollow space about half her height was revealed. The person quietly slipped into the hole while the Tall and Slim Person carefully restored the entrance to its original state.
Pang Yuanying's heart sank—these two acted so recklessly before them without any caution, clearly not intending for them to survive.
For the first time in twenty years of smooth sailing as a Marquis, he felt a strong sense of crisis.
He couldn't help but turn to look at Consort Qin. Seeing her still so composed, with no trace of panic on her beautiful face, he felt a hint of admiration for this woman deep down but coldly snorted and muttered, "Who told you to come? You're just asking for death; you're of no use at all."
"Where did I want to come? Who told you to be a Marquis with such a noble status? We commoners serve you with utmost loyalty until death; it's simply unavoidable," Qin Yaru replied nonchalantly with a smile.
Pang Yuanying was choked by her words and gritted his teeth but felt slightly more relaxed. Of course, he would never admit that he had been 'comforted' by someone he had always looked down upon—a rural Villager.
In fact, no matter how capable Pang Yuanying was, he was merely a young man who had never faced any setbacks. At just twenty years old, if he were in the Twenty-First Century, he would still be a child who hadn't entered society. Moreover, as the youngest son of the Pang Family, he was spoiled and had an older brother who bore all responsibilities. Naturally, he remained childlike in nature. Although he appeared arrogant on ordinary days, when faced with life-threatening situations like this one, he couldn't compare to the calmness of Qin Yaru, who had seen much of the world.
Although she had comforted the Marquis somewhat, Qin Yaru felt uneasy inside and couldn't help but furrow her brows. However, her body was completely immobilized; none of the escape methods she had previously imagined could be executed now. The tools she carried were useless; she couldn't even move—what else could she do?
This method of binding was used by hunters to restrain large prey like wild boars; even an adult wild boar couldn't escape it—how could she?
She had been overconfident and careless. Qin Yaru sighed; back in the Twenty-First Century, she had once taken risks lightly. But at that time, she had a group of top-tier warriors backing her up; she wasn't alone. Even when facing crises, her heart remained steady because she knew that even in Blade Mountain's sea of fire, someone would come to rescue her.
But at this moment, where were those who would always save her in times of danger?
The Tall and Slim Person seemed to have forgotten about Qin Yaru and Pang Yuanying entirely as he sat at a table by the window pouring himself some yellow wine. He drank slowly and not much at all as if afraid of getting drunk while softly humming a tune. However, his voice was rough and lacked melody; the tune he hummed was truly grating on the ears.
Pang Yuanying was filled with restlessness and secretly resented it—during that time, he couldn't even speak. Whenever the old Taoists from Baiyun Temple came to visit in the evening, he could at least manage to talk a bit and move his body slightly, but why were none of those Taoists willing to show their faces?
Once he got out, he would definitely flatten Baiyun Temple; this was not a Taoist temple at all, but a den of thieves!
After a while, he pondered again. Du Jiu was usually very shrewd; how could he be so foolish this time? Currently, there was only one kidnapper in Baiyun Temple. He could easily bring a few guards to resolve the situation. It should be noted that the guards he had with him, although they couldn't compare to top experts like Bai Yunsheng or Zhan Yu, were still elite soldiers capable of taking on ten men each.
However, he didn't consider that Du Jiu, as the steward of the Pang Family, naturally prioritized his safety. The messenger had directly informed Du Jiu that the Marquis had been poisoned, and if he acted rashly, Pang Yuanying would only have a dead end. How could he not have concerns? As long as there was even a slight chance to rescue his master safely, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
However, if this delay continued, Du Jiu would surely lose patience.
But these kidnappers were clearly experienced and accurately assessed the situation; every move they made stepped on Du Jiu's bottom line, always causing him to hesitate.
After about just a minute or so, a faint sound of impact came from the corner of the east wall.
A Tall and Slim Person tossed aside a wine cup and walked over to move the display rack again, removing the blue bricks. A person then crawled in from inside. This person's appearance was ordinary and unfamiliar, but as soon as they spoke, Qin Yaru recognized that this person was indeed the earlier Master of Disguise.
Upon seeing Slim Figure, he whispered, "The goods are secured."
Slim Figure raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of joy in his eyes: "How rare! We came out for a job and actually caught a big fish. When we return, the old master will definitely be pleased. Alright then, I'll take care of these two; let's hurry back to report."
With that, Slim Figure casually drew a knife from his waist and turned back to Pang Yuanying and Qin Yaru, shrugging: "Don't worry, I've killed three hundred twenty-one people in total. Except for when I wasn't very skilled during my first kill and only managed to cut halfway through the neck— that person struggled for quite some time before dying— by the time I reached the tenth person, I was very proficient at it. It ended quickly; you won't even feel it; it won't be very painful."
Pang Yuanying gasped cold air; he wasn't afraid of anything but suddenly felt his calves go cold. He seemed embarrassed by his own reaction and smirked at Qin Yaru: "At least I'll have the company of a Beauty when I die."
Qin Yaru forced a smile—she didn't want to accompany this person into the underworld; what if they encountered that vinegar jar Gao Feng on the way? Who knew what kind of trouble would arise?
At that moment, a cold flash of steel appeared; Qin Yaru closed her eyes in resignation but only heard the sound of weapons clashing.
"What are you doing?" The Slim Figure glared discontentedly at the Master of Disguise, who was blocking his steel knife with just a dagger. "Why are you stopping me?"
The Master of Disguise smiled wryly: "I want to finish this quickly and cleanly too, but look at this." He handed over a plain note.
The Slim Figure took it unhappily; upon unfolding it, a faint fragrance wafted out—subtle yet enticing. However, when Slim Figure saw the contents written on it, his face changed colors rapidly—turning pale and then flushed—after a long while, he exhaled deeply and murmured: "Women; this is what women do. No wonder Master said that women's hearts are most poisonous."
The handwriting on the paper was elegant, but what it conveyed was quite vicious. It requested that these two ensure that Qin Yaru and Pang Yuanying experience an interesting form of punishment before dying—not difficult at all; it was simple: tie them up securely and layer soaked cotton paper onto their faces.
It turned out that the beauty who wrote this letter had occasionally heard about such punishment and suddenly wanted to experiment with it to see how effective it really was. Since she happened to have two people needing disposal at hand, she decided to use them for her little experiment.
The Slim Figure sighed, "We can't handle this here; there's not enough time. In another moment, if we haven't responded, Du Jiu will definitely take action. The Official Soldiers are surrounding us, and with a group of Local Tyrants helping, it's really not easy to take them both away. I don't know what the master is thinking; this isn't anything new. We've done this before, so what's there to experiment with?"
The Master of Disguise smiled wryly, "Who knows what the master is thinking? We can only try; otherwise, if we disappoint the master, we'll definitely be in trouble. Not just me, but you brothers won't fare well either. Fortunately, this tunnel is relatively safe, so it shouldn't be too difficult."
As they spoke, Qin Yaru felt the Master of Disguise applying something to her face. Then everything went dark, and she lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time—though it couldn't have been long—Qin Yaru opened her eyes again to find the sun still high in the sky. She was in a cave near the Baiyun Temple on Wudang Mountain, a place she recognized from when she had gathered herbs there before.
The ropes binding her had been untied, but her body was completely immobilized. Turning her head slightly, she saw Pang Yuanying lying beside her, also wide-eyed and motionless.
The Slim Figure had somehow produced a water pouch and was pouring water over a pile of cotton paper. After soaking it, he picked up a sheet and pressed it over Qin Yaru's face. She immediately felt a constriction in her breathing and a sense of suffocation in her chest. Through the paper, she could vaguely see Pang Yuanying's terrified gaze.
The Slim Figure moved quickly, seemingly in a hurry, muttering under his breath, "Don't blame me; it's just that you women are unreasonable."
In the blink of an eye, two more sheets of paper were placed on Qin Yaru's face. She felt unable to breathe and was experiencing severe discomfort in her chest.
Just as she thought she might truly die in humiliation at that moment and began to wonder if Elder Ji would raise Da Lang to adulthood, the Slim Figure suddenly let out a muffled grunt as a shining dagger pierced through his left chest, spraying blood all over Qin Yaru's face and head.
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