The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

A dark and windy night, a night for murder.

The streets of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom were deserted.

The night watchman also hid early.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, shrouding the capital in an impenetrable thick ink.

In complete darkness.

A blood-red, blinding afterimage darted across the rooftops like a ghost.

It moved so fast that even the most perceptive night owl didn't have time to let out a cry; it could only feel a chilling gust of wind sweeping past.

This red afterimage was none other than Ye Honglian, the ruthless leader of the Netherworld Cult.

The red-clad henchman's pitiful lament during the day enraged the top assassin of the Great Yan Kingdom.

They stole her followers, ruined her livelihood, and dared to open a cultivation hall right across from the main altar of the cult?

They're really messing with the powerful; they're asking for trouble.

Ye Honglian was dressed in red, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and she wore a Shura mask with blue faces and fangs.

There was not a trace of warmth in his cold eyes.

Tonight, she came alone, without any attendants.

In her view, a mere shabby clinic run by a private individual, even if it harbored some so-called expert, was utterly insignificant.

Within the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom, no one can withstand Ye Honglian's assassination attempts.

A soft "whoosh" sound.

Ye Honglian's figure traced a perfect arc in the darkness, coming to a steady stop outside the high walls of the "Science Cultivation Hall".

She sneered, her face full of disdain for the clinic.

There isn't even a single patrolling sentry. With such poor security, how dare they open their doors and engage in burglary?

I really don't know how to write the word "death".

Ye Honglian lightly touched the ground with her toes to an old locust tree outside the wall.

She didn't use much internal energy, relying solely on her unparalleled and proud lightness skill.

He was like a weightless leaf, silently scaling the three-zhang-high wall.

The movements were light, elegant, and deadly.

Based on her more than ten years of assassination experience, she would conceal all traces of herself the moment she landed.

Then, it transformed into a shadow that reaped lives and slipped into the bedroom of the father and daughter.

Ye Honglian's toes pierced through the night in the courtyard.

It landed perfectly on the flat lawn in the backyard of the clinic.

however.

The moment her exquisite red shoes touched the ground.

The landing was not as quiet and perfect as I had imagined.

Instead, a chilling and eerie muffled sound rang out.

*Smack!*

The sound was full of an indescribable elasticity and stickiness.

It's like stepping barefoot into a huge pile of half-dried cow dung.

It felt like stepping into a large bowl of thick paste.

A hint of confusion flashed in Ye Honglian's cold eyes.

What was that sound?

Her fighting instincts as the top assassin of the Great Yan Kingdom made her want to immediately change her form and leap into the air the moment she heard the strange noise.

Without hesitation, Ye Honglian gathered her inner energy, exerted force with her right leg, and tried to lift her foot up.

"Um?"

It wouldn't budge.

Ye Honglian was stunned, her brows furrowing slightly beneath the Shura mask.

What happened?

Her right foot seemed to be rooted to the ground, firmly stuck there, not moving an inch.

The cult leader, who refused to believe in superstition, took a deep breath and channeled 20% of his internal energy into his legs.

This time, she put in more effort and pulled upwards with all her might!

"Sizzle."

An indescribable pulling sound rang out in the quiet backyard.

Ye Honglian felt a strong resistance coming from under her feet.

The stickiness was astonishing. Even though she raised her foot half an inch, countless transparent, viscous, gel-like strands stretched between the sole of her shoe and the ground.

Moreover, it happened in the instant when her old strength had just dissipated and her new strength had not yet arisen.

The transparent gel-like substance had a strong rebound force, and with a "splat," it forcefully pulled her foot back to the ground.

It's stuck even tighter than before!

Ye Honglian was completely dumbfounded.

She, the top assassin of the Great Yan Dynasty and a master of unparalleled lightness skills, was trapped by a lump of inexplicable glue.

She looked down and, by the faint starlight, finally saw what she was standing on.

That's not a lawn at all!

Instead, it was a huge, transparent, colorless plastic sheet, a full ten feet long and wide, laid out flat and evenly!

This thing was a trap that Su Yaoyao specially exchanged from her personal space during the day when she was bored, in order to guard against thieves.

StarCraft Powerful Sticky Mouse Trash!

This isn't for catching ordinary mice.

In the interstellar era, this kind of abnormal glue was used on junk planets to specifically capture giant mutated sandworms that were over ten meters long!

Let alone a living person, even a fully grown mammoth would be stuck to the spot if it stepped on it, and not even a single hair could be pulled out.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!"

Ye Honglian cursed in a low voice, her face under the mask already flushed red.

She began trying various methods to get out of the predicament.

She stepped on the edge with her left foot and pulled outwards with her right foot.

As a result, his left foot sank into the glue with a "splat".

Now look what happened, both legs are like insects stuck in a spider web.

Ye Honglian has experienced countless life-and-death battles since she was a child.

Even when surrounded by dozens of top-tier imperial guards from the Great Abyss Kingdom, she managed to escape unscathed, without even a single hair out of place.

But she never dreamed that one day she would be defeated by a puddle of glue!

She was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she reached out to grab her shoes.

Reason stopped her; if her hand got stuck, her reputation as the leader of the Great Yan Sect would truly be ruined in this backyard today.

The once-renowned master was now like a comical puppet, performing a difficult tug-of-war in the courtyard.

"Hey! Ha!"

Ye Honglian's face turned red and her neck thickened, her internal energy surging outwards as if it were free.

She clenched her fists tightly, strained her legs, and leaned forward, almost stretching herself into a full-moon bow.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

The transparent industrial glue was stretched to its limit, emitting a series of horrifying sounds.

The shoe upper has been severely deformed, and it looks like the sole is about to be torn through.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she would be bounced back immediately if she relaxed even slightly.

She tried using the soft sword at her waist to cut the sticky strands.

As soon as the soft sword touched it, it was stuck fast. If she hadn't let go quickly, she would have lost the weapon as well.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

The comical and frustrating tug-of-war lasted for a full half-incense stick's time!

Ye Honglian was covered in sweat, and her once neat and imposing red clothes were now disheveled.

The prestige of the Great Yan's number one assassin shattered into nothingness at this moment.

What cold-bloodedness, what leaving no trace in the snow.

Compared to these ridiculous sticky mouse traps, they are all utterly pathetic jokes!

The cult leader's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

She was trembling with rage, her icy eyes practically spitting out real fury.

Her current posture is really unsightly.

His feet were firmly fixed in place, and his upper body was desperately leaning back in an attempt to pull his legs away, making him look like a third-rate actor performing acrobatic tricks on a bridge.

If her subordinates, who revered her like a god, were to see this scene...

She doesn't need to be the cult leader anymore; she might as well just find a block of tofu and smash her head against it.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more humiliated I feel.

Ye Honglian's icy eyes were now completely filled with bloodshot rage.

To hell with assassination!

To hell with being quiet!

Since I can't pull it out, I'll just flip this piece of land over along with the glue!

Ye Honglian gave up struggling completely and took a deep breath.

The violent true energy belonging to a top expert within her dantian began to circulate wildly, forming a faint layer of blood-red aura on her body surface.

Her jade-like hands formed a hand seal, preparing to strike the ground directly.

Even if it means blowing up the entire backyard, she will erase this humiliation!

However, just as Ye Honglian was so angry that she was about to use her true energy to lift up the ground...

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A series of crisp switch clicks suddenly rang out in the quiet backyard.

Immediately afterwards, several industrial searchlights with a brightness of tens of thousands of lumens lit up simultaneously from various corners of the second floor of the clinic.

Like several dazzling little suns, the searchlights in the backyard suddenly lit up with a "snap".

The intense white light shone mercilessly on Ye Honglian's face, which was covered by the Asura mask.

The swaying forced her to close her eyes, and the internal energy she was gathering in her hands was also interrupted.

Under the intense, unobstructed light, the disheveled appearance of the Great Yan's top assassin, resembling a sticky rat trap, was exposed from every angle.

Su Yaoyao was wearing a fluffy pink bunny pajama set and holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.

He stood smiling in the hallway: "Oh, delivering takeout in the middle of the night?"