After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

the other side.

Within the "Jie Bailing" sect, the crisis has not yet receded for Fang Yingjie.

Han Zhou concealed his aura and stood in the corner. He was usually such a striking person, but at this moment his presence was almost non-existent, like a plant quietly growing by the wall.

The brocade robe he wore to the banquet was merely a facade; when it came to the actual duel, Han Zhou had already changed into a tight-fitting, narrow-sleeved tunic. The white robe was embroidered with only a few faint moon-white patterns, far less extravagant and elegant than the previous brocade robe, yet it accentuated his slender waist and broad shoulders, making his eyes appear even more like stars and his eyebrows like the moon.

Han Zhou stared at the patterns on the bed curtains, growing increasingly bored as he waited.

Fortunately, waiting is a basic skill for assassins.

The young master of the Iron Calculation Sect, who was standing to the side, was still young, but somehow he had already developed a calm and composed demeanor in the face of danger. He sat in meditation without moving an inch, and even though the night watchman's shouts had reached their ears and the third watch had arrived, his long, steady breathing remained perfectly undisturbed.

Just then, King Zhou of Han suddenly turned his gaze.

A burly figure, nine feet tall, appeared out of thin air in the room, silently and stealthily. He was clearly only inches away from the young sect leader, yet the person meditating on the bed was completely unaware.

The burly figure had a clear objective: to kill the young sect leader. But the moment he stepped into the room, he didn't even glance at the target within easy reach. His muscles tensed, and the man suddenly turned around.

A sense of crisis.

There's a master inside.

Han Zhou's sword came crashing down on his face!

The burly figure blocked the attack without hesitation, brandishing his sword.

The clang of swords rang out, and a thunderclap sounded from the ground. Only then did Fang Yingjie realize the change, and he suddenly opened his eyes with a start: "Sand" is here!

But before he could catch a glimpse of anyone's movements, he heard the roof tiles creaking and rattling. In the blink of an eye, the two men had already fought their way out of the house.

Beneath the vast sky and above the brown-red rooftops, only two figures, one black and one white, could be seen moving back and forth. The silver light sometimes crisscrossed and sometimes crossed, and the sound of clashing swords completely shattered the tender spring night.

The wind fills the restaurant.

We need two people.

Tang Li thought to herself.

One person is positioned below to draw the archers' attention.

One person rises to power; seize the opportunity to kill him.

Who will lure the archers? Who will act as the bait?

The woman looked at Tang Li, her heart pounding. She knew that most people would be focused on her dog at this moment, and that she could use the dog as bait at the right time.

She was on guard. But Tang Li was completely oblivious.

The little girl's gaze didn't even drift towards her puppy; she was focused on the foyer, mentally rehearsing her route.

"I can be the bait," Tang Li asked. "Do you still have the strength to ambush the archers?"

Before I die, can you kill him with one blow?

She took it all for granted, as if the risk should be borne by her, and at this moment, she made no attempt to guess or speculate about a woman's heart.

Yes. She hardly saw a single good person in this instance.

However, Tang Li thought to herself that she wouldn't be so scared as to lose her courage and stop trusting her because of this.

When the woman protected her just now, she knew that the woman hadn't thought of anything either.

"Yes," the woman said calmly. "I'll risk my life to prevent him from hurting you."

Tang Li nodded: "Okay."

So the woman left silently. Tang Li knew that the few arrows the archer had shot were enough for the woman to determine his altitude. She wasn't worried at all; the woman could find a way up by herself.

The woman went around to the back and walked silently up the stairs. She casually took a sharp weapon of the right length from a lying corpse.

Everything the woman saw was also seen by Tang Li.

Tang Li gazed at the entrance hall, her vision splitting before her eyes. She stood in an ancient restaurant, yet it felt as if she were sitting in front of a computer in a monitoring room. At this moment, she could see far more clearly than any woman could imagine.

In the little girl's clear black and white eyes, the black pupils were like ink pellets in mercury. In the blink of an eye, several pieces of the pupils had silently burst open, reflecting different light and shadow, like a row of rice-bead-like bubbles attached to the ink pellets.

The little pear-shaped hair figurine had already silently climbed onto the woman's shoulder.

When the women arrived, they all saw the man at the same time.

A young man around twenty years old, of average appearance, dressed in shorts that couldn't hide the bulging muscles on his arms, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his eyes fixed on his feet, ready to pounce.

—It is you who wants us to die today.

The murderous intent was written in her eyes, and it washed over them like a tide.

The woman assessed the man's abilities. As she expected, if no one attracted his attention, she wouldn't be able to beat him with her frail body.

Tang Li thought, "Alright, now it's my turn to step in."

Let's give him a try first.

Tang Li made a soft noise, grabbing the dog by the scruff of its neck with one hand and pulling out the meat pie from her bosom with the other, then throwing it out forcefully.

The meat pie fell smoothly into the hallway, filling the air with its aroma, but it did not attract any arrows from the archers.

A mocking look appeared in the man's eyes. Such a small trick: the sound of the object flying out was so obvious, how could he confuse it with the sound of footsteps?

She wasn't infected. Tang Li wasn't discouraged.

Where can you find an archer who is impatient?

Tang Li thought to herself, since that's the case, she has no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

While reckless and impulsive people are easy to deal with, cautious and suspicious enemies are sometimes safer.

She crouched down and gently patted the little dog that was lying at her feet. Would it understand her? Tang Li whispered in its ear, "Bark a few times."

"He yelled very fiercely."

The archer's ears twitched.

First came the little girl's soft sobs, then the dog's fierce barking, mixed with the sound of a hand slapping flesh, and finally the little girl's sudden, loud cries. She said—

"No! No, please! I don't want to go out—"

The archer received the information and mentally pieced together the whole story: the woman knew she couldn't wait any longer and was forcing the little girl and the dog to leave their cover and run away. She wanted to create chaos, confusing him with multiple moving targets appearing simultaneously.

The archer was perfectly clear-headed: while he aimed to shoot the girl, the woman would seize the opportunity to rush through the hall and leave the Wind-Filled Restaurant.

But the woman he wanted to stop from leaving was the one from the very beginning, the wife of "Sand." The archer sneered inwardly. Would he let that little girl become a scapegoat for the woman?

He had already seen through everything.