Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 153 The Widow with Nowhere to Go (2)

The smell of blood wasn't fresh; it carried a faint, rotten stench.

"Come out, Bu Yu."

Song Yan's tone was light and cheerful, without a trace of sharpness. His voice blended with the midday sunlight, seemingly carrying a slight warmth. Gu Banxia went to report to Luo Yuheng about the Japanese pirates. At this moment, only Song Yan was there, his figure casting a small shadow in the sunlight.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, then the soft crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves broke the silence, and a figure slowly emerged from behind the artificial hill. Dressed in plain white mourning clothes, with a petite figure, narrow cheeks, and delicate features, it was none other than Bu Yu, who had disappeared for nearly two months.

She was quiet, her dark eyes devoid of any warmth. There was no hatred, no murderous intent, and none of any other emotion.

To her, Song Yan was just a complete stranger.

She didn't hold a grudge against Song Yan for injecting some strange liquid into her body. People in the martial arts world believe in accepting the consequences of their bets. The six villains came to assassinate Luo Yuheng because of the lure of 180,000 taels of silver. If they failed and fell into the hands of the other party, it was simply because they were not skilled enough. There was nothing to hold a grudge about.

Rather, it's an act of mercy on their part to spare someone's life.

Bu Yu saw this very clearly.

A delicate, white hand carried a cloth bag, from which emanated a foul, bloody stench. On the surface of the bag, one could see some dark brown, dried patches, as well as the outline of a human head.

Because the Yang family sent 100,000 shi of millet, the plan to assassinate the ninth-rank martial artist of the Yang clan was temporarily shelved. However, it seems that Bu Yu's plan succeeded. This is for the best; it has caused some losses to the Yang family and serves as a warning. Next time, the Yang family should think twice before targeting him. Perhaps in the eyes of the Yang family, the loss of five minor officials is insignificant and has little impact on the overall Yang family. However, a small leak can sink a great ship. When the number of such losses increases, the Yang family may begin to feel the pain.

A woman dressed in mourning clothes, a bloody, rotting head, the stench of blood and decay... the scene is somewhat frightening. Even in broad daylight with the blazing sun overhead, a person with a weaker constitution might feel a chill run down their spine.

However, Song Yan had experienced a lot, including real death, so he didn't feel any fear.

"Check it out." It was still that crisp voice. Even though this woman was already twenty-eight... well, twenty-seven, her voice was still almost like that of a twenty-eight-year-old girl. She raised her fair hand and handed the bag in her hand to Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't want to get involved in this filth, and since he had provided a list but didn't know any of the people, he shook his head and said, "No need, just throw it away somewhere."

"Our agreement is over. Congratulations, you are free from now on." Song Yan's smile grew even gentler.

Bu Yu's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Things went so smoothly that it was almost unbelievable to her.

In Bu Yu's view, most officials or nobles are shameless. Although they may seem well-read, they only remember shame among the virtues of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. Even if they bring the five heads as agreed, Song Yan will probably find various excuses to refuse to give her the antidote.

But who would have thought that Song Yan really didn't take this matter to heart?

It seemed like a trivial matter he had done casually in his spare time, carrying little weight in his heart. That was true; sparing Bu Yu's life was merely a convenient act. Bu Yu had no place in Song Yan's true plan and arrangements. The fact that Bu Yu brought five heads of the Yang family members was an unexpected bonus. If Bu Yu had escaped, Song Yan wouldn't have been too disappointed.

Her long eyelashes were fluttering, and Bu Yu seemed to be deep in thought. Her legs seemed rooted to the ground, and her petite body remained motionless. Occasionally, a breeze would blow, and the hem of her mourning clothes would cling to her legs, highlighting her rounded figure.

"My antidote..."

After a long while, Bu Yu finally spoke.

Song Yan slapped his forehead, realizing he had almost forgotten about it.

No wonder Bu Yu didn't leave; after all, he had planted a terrifying poison in this woman's heart. Song Yan blinked: "If I told you that it wasn't actually poison, would you believe me?" Bu Yu silently stared at Song Yan, not saying a word, just giving her an expression that said, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Song Yan was speechless. These days, no one believes you when you tell the truth.

Being a person is really difficult.

After pursing his lips, Song Yan took out another syringe from his pocket, along with a vial of medicine and a bottle of saline solution.

As soon as these items were taken out, Bu Yu immediately had an expression that said, "I knew it."

With a helpless sigh, Song Yan drew another dose of vaccine, then waved to Bu Yu. Having learned from her previous experience, Bu Yu readily exposed one shoulder. With a slight sting, the strange liquid was injected into her body for the third time through the odd, rod-like object.

After doing all this, Song Yan casually stuffed the used syringe into the sack so that Bu Yu could easily throw it away when disposing of the body later. After moving her arms slightly, Bu Yu felt relieved as she didn't seem to feel any discomfort. She nodded to Song Yan without saying anything more, picked up the sack, and prepared to leave.

"Hey, are you just leaving like that?"

Bu Yu stopped in her tracks, turned to look at Song Yan, and seemed to have a layer of anger in her dark eyes: "Wasn't that the antidote?"

Angry.

It looked a bit like a fierce wildcat, with a few strands of hair that were messy and sticking up restlessly, as if its fur had been puffed up.

"Of course it's the antidote!" It even comes with the added benefit of smallpox immunity. This stuff is definitely worth more than the heads of five county magistrates in this era. Song Yan thought to himself, "I just want to ask, have you thought about how you're going to survive?"

"Although I've reached a temporary settlement with the Yang family, and neither side will pursue the matter further, you're a hired assassin, and you'll definitely be silenced. You should understand that your existence is a threat to the Yang family."

Bu Yu may not even know who hired her, but her identity as one of the assassins who killed Luo Yuheng is enough for people to make a big fuss about.

Therefore, on the Yang family's side, Bu Yu must die.

Moreover, she has now killed five members of the Yang family. Even for the sake of the family's reputation, the Yang family will do everything they can to kill her.

Bu Yu did not answer, but her face darkened slightly. She understood what Song Yan was saying. In fact, she had been assassinated three times in the past two months. If she hadn't been in this line of work and hadn't been so perceptive that she could sense danger in advance, she would probably have been beheaded long ago.

Although Ningguo was a large country, there was no place for her to stay.

Perhaps the only chance of survival is to go to other countries, provided that one can leave Ningguo alive. Bu Yu doesn't have much hope for that.

"Why don't you come with me?"

The moment the voice fell, not only Song Yan but also Bu Yu felt it. An invisible chill silently swept over their bodies, and even the blazing sun overhead could not dispel that chill.

It felt as if we had suddenly gone from late autumn into the dead of winter!

Song Yan's body trembled slightly, and his expression instantly became very strange:
Oh no, I forgot about my sister-in-law.

(End of this chapter)