The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 137 One move

Filled with doubt, Shang Wan followed the direction the man had left in.

At intervals, you could see the corpses of several small animals. Apart from a couple that were killed by sharp weapons, the rest died from poisoning.

Shang Wan frowned more and more, and gently instructed Yuan Yuan, "Good girl, no matter what you see, don't make a sound."

Yuanyuan raised her little hand to cover her mouth and nodded her little head vigorously.

"Good girl." Shang Wan lowered her head and kissed her on the forehead. The little one immediately smiled and her eyes crinkled, but she still covered her mouth tightly with her little hands, making sure not to make a sound, and not even showing her little teeth.

The closer Shang Wan got to their destination, the more cautious she became. She knew this group was no ordinary people; they were extremely vigilant.

The mother and daughter approached silently, like lynxes lurking in the shadows, peering ahead through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Shang Wan was very familiar with this place; it was right next to the pool where she often bathed.

At this moment, two black tents were pitched by the pool, and six men in black were sitting around a campfire, roasting meat.

Judging from Shang Wan's excellent sense of smell, the meat was not cooked well, and one of the fish was even burnt.

If this group had known there was a huge creature at the bottom of the pool, I wonder if they would still have chosen to camp here.

As the weather gets hotter, people might want to go out and get some exercise.

Shang Wan quietly crouched down, listening to the group of people talking. From their conversation, she could tell that they were the assassins who had been chasing Chu Xu.

It really takes no effort at all.

She concealed her breath very well, while Yuanyuan didn't need to at all.

Having spent so much time in this mountain forest, the little guy seems to have blended into it, becoming like a blade of grass, a tree, or a bird flying by.

Even if Shang Wan didn't search diligently, she wouldn't have been able to find it, let alone this group of assassins.

The assassins were completely unaware that someone was watching them from the shadows, and they made no attempt to conceal the content of their conversation.

"That little brat is as cunning as a monkey, circling around us in these mountains. When we were about to catch up, he dared to jump off a cliff. When I find him, I'll definitely rip his head off and use it as a football!"

"It's a pity I couldn't kill him with one stab."

"We've searched many places, including this entire area under the cliff, but we haven't found any trace of that kid. Do you think he might have been carried off and eaten by wild animals in the mountains?"

"Impossible. Wild beasts only eat meat and don't gnaw on bones. There should be some bones or pieces of clothing left. There's not a trace. That kid must still be alive."

"Could they have been rescued by people who went into the mountains?"

"That's possible. We'll search this area twice more tomorrow. If we still can't find them, we'll look in the nearby villages."

"Should we continue poisoning it? That water will flow down to the village at the foot of the mountain. The poison is very toxic; if someone drinks it, they will die."

"I don't care if he lives or dies! Stop being so kind. If we don't complete the mission and can't deliver, with the master's methods, we'll all die when we get back."

"Exactly! We're in this line of work, always risking our lives. Where do we get so much compassion? As long as we can complete the mission, what's wrong with a couple of people dying? We'd be better off poisoning that little brat too!"

All of the complaints from the crowd reached Shang Wan's ears.

Upon hearing the word "poisoning," a sinister glint flashed in Shang Wan's eyes, and a murderous aura emanated from her body.

Like ink dripping into clear water, this trace of murderous aura emanating from the carnage among the zombies instantly caught the assassins' attention.

"Who is there?"

The moment the question was uttered, a black-clad assassin leaped up and struck out with his palm.

The palm strike shook the branches and leaves, which snapped and broke off on the ground with a crackling sound.

But there was nothing behind him; not a single person was in sight.

The assassins looked around and used all their skills to find the spy.

But aside from startling a flock of sleeping birds into flight, he didn't see a single person. The square-faced assassin twirled his longsword and spat on the ground. "Damn it, could it be my imagination?"

“Impossible, there was definitely someone there just now.” The assassin with a goatee on his chin retorted, gripping his long sword and cautiously looking around.

One person might be wrong, but there are six of them, and they all felt it, so there's absolutely no way they could be wrong.

"There's nothing in the tree," the narrow-eyed assassin reported as he jumped down from the tree.

"We searched the surrounding area, but found nothing. No one had touched the animal carcasses either."

The assassin who had initially rushed to check the situation and kept turning back slapped a mosquito off the back of his hand, scratched the itchy spot, and muttered, "That's strange, where is he?"

The assassin with the goatee said, "These people are hostile. Come closer, all of you, stand together."

The six men stood back to back, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily, not daring to relax their guard.

"Snapped!"

The snap of fingers rang out crisply in the silent night.

A pleasant female voice came from above, "Hey, why don't you all look up?"

The six people were startled and looked up in unison, squinting to examine the scene closely.

Martial artists have much better eyesight than ordinary people, and can barely see clearly.

Under the moonlight, a slender figure stood on a treetop nearly twenty meters above the ground. Her fluttering skirt resembled a bird's wings. If one did not look closely, one might mistake it for a bird or a uniquely shaped branch.

Seriously, what normal person could stand that high?

The assassins exchanged glances, sensing the newcomer was troublesome. The assassin with the goatee raised his voice and asked, "Who are you? Why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

The woman's voice was cold: "The dead don't need to know their names."

"Arrogant!" The square-faced assassin had a fiery temper. He leaped up the tree trunk, determined to cut Shang Wan down with his blade.

Shang Wan leaped down like a bird, her right foot slamming heavily onto the square-faced assassin's head, and she fell rapidly with irresistible force.

"boom!"

A puddle of flesh suddenly appeared on the green grass. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or meat, but it flowed like spilled tofu pudding, meandering all over the ground.

Shang Wan nimbly jumped away, without even a drop of blood staining her skirt.

Yuanyuan instinctively covered her big eyes and buried her little head in her mother's neck.

Mother said the child can't watch, and the child won't watch.

The night wind howled, and a heavy stench of blood gradually filled this small space, making one's stomach churn and feel nauseous.

The assassins gripped their weapons stiffly, still reeling from the earlier attack.

A single, decisive strike; without even making a move, a light, effortless stomp was all it took to kill the square-faced assassin.

The beautiful woman who suddenly appeared even had a slight smile on her lips. Judging from her relaxed and carefree demeanor, it was as if she had only trampled on the flowers and plants by the roadside, rather than a living person.

She has a beautiful face, but does things that are despicable.

Shang Wan's murderous aura was like thick black ink, no longer concealed, causing even these assassins, who lived on the edge of a knife, to shudder and feel a desire to retreat.

Shang Wan coldly swept her gaze over the five people. "Come at me all at once. I'll take care of you so I can go back to sleep."

My own disobedient fox must not be asleep.

Staying up late is really bad for your health. She should hurry up and finish this so she can go back and cuddle with her sweet fox to sleep.

(End of this chapter)