Nine Chapters of Strange Cases

Chapter 267 Battle against Yin Fang
Zhou Zhao gripped the dagger hilt, like a leopard quietly waiting for its prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

When a person closes their eyes, their other senses are amplified. Sounds that were previously inaudible, breezes that were previously imperceptible, and faint smells that were previously undetectable suddenly become clear, and even the mind becomes exceptionally clear.

Yin Fang knew her.

Zhou Zhao was absolutely certain, otherwise why would the old woman she met when she opened the door sell osmanthus paste instead of steamed buns or plain noodles?
That person knew she liked osmanthus paste.

Yin Fang's martial arts skills are inferior to hers.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have put medicine in the osmanthus paste to make her fall into a deep sleep.

Before Zhou Zhao could think further, the faint breathing sound was already close by. The dark figure raised his hand and sprayed a handful of fragrant powder directly onto the bed.

Well come!
In that instant, Zhou Zhao suddenly sprang up, using the brocade quilt covering her body to catch the powder and throw it directly at the dark figure.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhou Zhao sent the tinder flying towards the oil lamp on the table, instantly turning on the lights in the room.

Zhou Zhao looked closely and saw that the woman in black had already lifted the brocade quilt. Her night clothes were covered in white powder, making her look extremely disheveled.

But that wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that all her exposed skin that had been covered in powder looked like it had been scorched by fire, covered in large, red blisters that looked nauseating.

"Yinfang, I never expected you to be a toad."

Zhou Zhao's voice was exceptionally cold. The moment she spoke, three coffin nails flew straight toward the person opposite her. At the same time, she moved her feet slightly and flashed to the front of the man in black.

The woman in black's pupils constricted sharply. She deflected the coffin nails that were heading towards her heart and throat with her long sword, but the third nail was too late to dodge and flew backward, grazing her cheek. It also pierced through the thick black veil on her face and, along with the coffin nail, embedded itself into the wall behind her.

The longsword clashed with the dagger, sparks flying instantly.

Yin Fang felt a numbness in her hand and stumbled back three steps, nearly bumping into the table behind her.

Zhou Zhao looked closely and saw that the person standing opposite him was a young woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and was very delicate. She looked like a small white flower swaying in the cold wind.

Unfortunately, her forehead is now covered with red blisters, as if an old ox had urinated on her white flower.

It's really hard to feel any pity for them.

Seeing that his first attack had failed, Zhou Zhao launched a second attack.

Yin Fang gritted her teeth and lunged at the bed. With a fierce thrust of her long sword, she pierced the swaddling clothes of the baby on the bed. Not satisfied with that, she endured the pain and covered the baby's face with the back of her already rotten hand.

"What, do you think that by disfiguring the child, no one will be able to find out who his father is?"

The woman in black remained silent. She suddenly pulled the swaddling clothes off the baby, her bloodied hand freezing in front of the cloth-covered face.

This is no child at all; it's clearly a bizarre straw doll!

The face in the painting was exceptionally clear, like a lifeless living person, or a ghostly infant that only appears in nightmares.

Just then, a drop of blood dripped from the back of her hand and landed directly on the white-clothed face's eye, like a tear of blood.

The woman in black could no longer hold back. She turned around abruptly, kicked off the ground, and swung her long sword at Zhou Zhao. "Zhou Zhao, you lied to me!"

As she spoke, she tried to draw her sword and stab Zhou Zhao, but the moment she kicked out, she felt her right foot tighten, and she was instantly hoisted upside down.

There's a hidden mechanism in the bed!

"It's not some kind of trap, it's just a snare for catching wild boars! No wonder that person doesn't like you, you're really useless, Yin Fang." Zhou Zhao's voice was flat and emotionless. She lowered her eyes, holding a blue dagger in her hand, and looked somewhat nonchalant.

Seeing her like this, Yin Fang felt a chill run down her spine. She took a deep breath, grabbed the rope that was suspending her feet, straightened up, and swung her sword directly at the rope. Just as the sword touched the rope, a coffin nail flew over and hit her wrist.

The longsword landed instantly with a crisp sound.

"Zhou Zhao, you will die a horrible death!"

As Yin Fang spoke, ignoring the ropes binding her legs, she suddenly flicked her wrist, and a white silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, striking directly at Zhou Zhao's face.

Zhou Zhao was invigorated. The white silk looked light and delicate, but the gust of wind it brought was enough to show that this was Yin Fang's true skill. Her soft skills had been honed to a high level, far surpassing her swordsmanship.

If this attack hits, she will likely be instantly riddled with a bloody hole.

Sure enough, as the white silk approached, it suddenly became straight, like a blade, and stabbed straight at them.

Zhou Zhao raised an eyebrow and chose to face the challenge head-on. She flipped over and lightly stepped onto the white silk, flying towards Yin Fang.

Yin Fang was startled at first, then the corners of her lips curled up. The white silk seemed to come alive, and it softened and wrapped around Zhou Zhao's waist.

Zhou Zhao felt a tightening around her waist, and she was already in front of Yin Fang. Yin Fang moved her wrist, and Zhou Zhao felt the white silk wrapped around her waist change direction, like a blood-dripping guillotine wrapping around a person's head, directly slashing towards her waist.

"Zhou Zhao, aren't you supposed to be a prophet? Could you have foreseen that you would die by being cut in half at the waist?"

As Yin Fang spoke, her face instantly turned ferocious. She shouted, and the white silk ribbon tightened instantly.

Seeing that Zhou Zhao's robes were torn and blood would soon splatter on the spot, Yin Fang couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. She was about to open her mouth when she suddenly felt that there was no one in front of her.

The white silk, which had been taut and straight, was now limp and crumpled. She looked in the direction of the white silk in her hand.

Suddenly I felt a chill down my back and broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhou Zhao was behind her.

"A rope is just a rope. It'll go limp and crumpl up as soon as I get close to you. You're so powerful, you haven't forgotten that my weapon is a dagger, have you?"

She uses coffin nails for ranged attacks and daggers for close combat.

Yin Fang sensed Zhou Zhao's presence behind her. She tried to turn around, but it was too late.

She felt Zhou Zhao embrace her from behind, and her green fish dagger ruthlessly pierced her dantian.

"Ah!" Yin Fang couldn't help but scream, her voice cracking.

She desperately tried to use her inner strength to make the white silk ribbon move again, but her dantian was empty, and she couldn't use any inner strength.

"Zhou Zhao!" Yin Fang shouted through gritted teeth.

Zhou Zhao abruptly drew his dagger, and in a flash, sat down on the high stool by the window. The dagger, covered in blood, dripped slowly, the blade slipping and dripping onto the ground...

Yin Fang lost her internal strength and could no longer hold onto the rope. Her hands loosened, and she drooped down.

The rope swung in the air a few times, and the back of her head hit the bed frame with a thud...

Zhou Zhao blinked, walked to the table beside her, picked up the bronze mirror, and placed it in front of Yin Fang.