Nine Chapters of Strange Cases

Chapter 385 You're Too Hasty to Die

The man's hands, stained with blood, were numb as he gripped the sledgehammer.

The broadsword forcefully smashed a gash into his purple-gold hammer. He lay on the ground, feeling as if he were being enveloped by a raging worm, about to be devoured at any moment.

An endless panic spread through my heart.

In the past, he relied on his innate superhuman strength to humiliate and abuse others like a cat catching a mouse.

It was so satisfying to watch those people being utterly powerless against the overwhelming difference in strength, being smashed to pieces like ants.

Now that the tables have turned, he is powerless to resist.

He lay on the ground, his hands raised to parry with a large hammer, staring blankly at the youthful face beneath the straw hat. It was a very handsome face, though pale from years of not being exposed to the sun. He had exceptionally clear eyes, like the most transparent gems in the world.

Even when he was forcefully chopping someone down, his face didn't contort at all.

Ah Huang noticed the enemy's fixed gaze and reached down to lower his straw hat.

He took a deep breath and used all his strength. The large cleaver struck the purple-gold double hammers again. This time, the hammers could not withstand the attack. Instead, they were sliced ​​open by the cleaver like a brittle watermelon.

The hot-tempered man tried to dodge, but it was too late this time.

The broadsword struck him directly, and blood gushed out instantly.

Seeing that he was beyond dead, Ah Huang glanced back at Zhou Zhao, then vanished from the crowd in a flash, reappearing as he passed the Southern Army and entered the palace gate.

There are too many people! I'm practically being stared at to death!

Luckily, he ran fast!

Looking at the corpse that had been split in two beside him, and then at Ah Huang's "fleeing in panic," Zhou Zhao found it amusing and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

The woman named Xiaoyu looked at the corpse of the violent man beside her, and the red ribbon she had been using as a weapon flew towards him, covering his head and obscuring his unseeing eyes. She put away her seductive charm and was no longer as composed as before.

"You captured the eldest young master, so Elder Xing also died at your hands? Now he's dead too. Aren't you a female official? You're even more ruthless than us."

Without the red ribbon, she drew a broken sword from her waist, gripped it in her hand, and her eyes became exceptionally sharp.

"He was the first person to give me flowers. I kept him hanging on, saying that I would only marry him after the Grand Commandant had accomplished his great task."

"Just one day left. I've already finished embroidering my wedding dress. I have no parents, and I've hired Old Man Xing to impersonate them. They're both dead. I must avenge them."

Zhou Zhao scoffed, "You came to kill me, and instead you hate us and killed us back. What kind of ridiculous logic is that?"
The cold-blooded and ruthless person is not me, but Huo Taiwei, your dog master who treats your lives like firewood.

However, you don't need to worry. You can go to the underworld to pay your respects to heaven and earth. Don't worry, I'm fast; you'll catch up with me on the road to the Yellow Springs.

She is not a pedantic person; she believes in legal principles in cases and in warfare, she believes in brute force.

Xiao Yu was taken aback, opened her mouth, but couldn't refute it. She then thrust the broken sword in her hand directly at Zhou Zhao.

The short sword was entirely silver-white, shimmering with a flowing luster in the sunlight, with faint traces of blood appearing to dart through it; it was clearly a divine weapon that had killed countless people.

The cut was exceptionally clean, suggesting it had been severed by an even more skilled expert.

As Zhou Zhao looked around, she suddenly noticed a tiny hole in the cross-section. She was horrified, and then she heard Xiao Yu say in a sinister tone, "You found it, but it's too late."

A broken sword has no tip and cannot "stab" anyone, leaving only the means of "cutting".

Therefore, no one would be wary of the smooth cut surface. Now that the broken sword is in front of Zhou Zhao, the poison needles inside are shooting out. How can she react in time and avoid this death? As Xiao Yu spoke, a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Seeing the row of poisoned needles flying towards Zhou Zhao's chest, Xiao Yu finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Her commotion was so loud that Yan Junyu turned his head and happened to see this scene. He was so shocked that he wanted to run over as fast as he could, and he shouted "Sister Zhao!"
The golden figure opposite him held him firmly in place, making it impossible for him to move.

When the old man Tianquan, who was standing next to him, saw this, he immediately turned his head away in anguish.

Zhou Zhao looked down and saw that the poisoned needles were neatly arranged in a row in his chest.

Seeing that she really didn't avoid him, Xiaoyu turned around and walked towards the irritable man on the ground, but after taking only one step, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

A jet-black coffin nail pierced her heart.

Xiaoyu didn't have time to react or utter any last words before collapsing to the ground.

Zhou Zhao clicked her tongue twice, then took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and pulled out the poisoned needles one by one, placing them into a porcelain bottle.

"Ah Huang will definitely like this."

As she spoke, she walked to Xiaoyu's body. She fell down, her head landing squarely on the arm of the irritable man.

Zhou Zhao pulled the red silk ribbon over and covered the two of them with it.

"I forgot to tell you, I was wearing soft armor. I know you're eager to go to the underworld for a ghost marriage, but this is way too hasty, isn't it? You haven't even confirmed whether I'm dead or not."

As Zhou Zhao spoke, he looked in the direction of the old man Tianquan.

"Thank you very much!"

Tianquan's ears twitched as he listened, too afraid to look or think—it was his soft armor! Su Changying had taken it from him! Heartbreaking!
Zhou Zhao saw through his thoughts and chuckled softly.

With a single step, she arrived directly at the West Palace Gate.

By this time, more than half of Grand Commandant Huo's private army had been killed or wounded. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, many of the remaining soldiers surrendered, and the fighting subsided considerably.

In front of the West Palace Gate, Han Xincheng was no longer there; a golden corpse lay on the ground, its body riddled with bloody holes.

It appears that different weapons were used to stab them, clearly indicating that Han Xincheng did not like to act as a lone hero, but instead used the fox's special techniques to command his underlings in a group fight.

Without hesitation, Zhou Zhao flew directly towards the main hall of the West Palace.

As they approached, they saw that Commander Huo, Su Changying, and A Huang were already locked in battle with the last Jurchen man.

Han Xincheng has disappeared without a trace, presumably to protect His Majesty.

As Zhou Zhao pondered, he looked toward the golden figure. It was an old woman who appeared to be over sixty years old. Her head was covered in white hair, and her weapon was a cane. On the top of the cane was none other than a lion's head, which was remarkably similar to the lion seal that Zhou Zhao had seen before.

The old woman's eyes were like a dry well without any ripples; she was like a corpse being manipulated by someone else, only knowing how to fight.

On her left arm was a deep sword wound that exposed the bone, clearly left by Su Changying.

Seeing that Ah Huang was fighting the "dead man" with ease, Zhou Zhao attacked Huo Taiwei without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)