Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 157 Murder and Soul Destruction!

The soul returns to the body.

After a moment of silence, Luo Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes in the darkness.

The girl in his arms was still fast asleep.

Her delicate face, still flushed, was pressed warmly against his chest, and she nestled in his arms like a kitten, obedient and dependent.

Luo Qingfeng gently stroked her smooth, fragrant shoulder, his gaze gradually turning cold.

All concerns and risks were thrown to the back of their minds at this moment.

He couldn't wait any longer!

He pondered for a moment longer.

He lowered his head, gently kissed the girl in his arms, and then quietly got out of bed.

Open the door.

In the pitch-black main room, a person sat motionless.

Aya held her sword and looked at him.

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "When did you get up?"

Aya just looked at him without saying a word.

Of course, she couldn't speak either.

Luo Qingfeng, recalling the clanging sounds from last night and the final noise the two of them made together, felt a pang of embarrassment. His face hardened, and he said sternly, "Don't eavesdrop next time!"

Aya ignored him, got up, and went to open the door.

A cold wind blew in, carrying snowflakes.

The young girl trembled slightly, gripped her sword, and walked out with a cold expression.

Luo Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then followed him out and gently closed the door.

"Let's go."

He didn't say anything more and simply took her out the door.

It was already past four in the morning.

The streets were a vast expanse of white, and there was no one left in sight.

Even the patrol team members were hiding somewhere to avoid the wind and snow, drinking a little wine.

The two walked out of the alley, one after the other, braving the biting wind and snow.

At this point, both of them had already put on masks.

No one spoke, only the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow was barely audible in the wind and snow.

It was almost dawn.

The back door of the Yuan residence opened, and a figure walked out from it.

Yuan Fang saw him to the door, beaming, and said, "Senior Brother Yang, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Yang Jing cupped his hands in greeting and hurried away into the wind and snow.

After he walked away, the smile on Yuan Fang's face gradually disappeared, and he sneered, "Keep an eye on him. Knowing so many of our secrets, he might cause trouble."

"Yes, young master."

A servant wearing a hat slipped out of the door.

After Yuan Fang saw him walk away, he closed the back door, returned to the room, and went to sleep with his beautiful concubine.

Yang Jing walked briskly down the street, passing through several streets before entering a small alley. Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and said, "Yuan Fang sent you along, didn't he? Since I promised him, I won't go back on my word. If you didn't trust me, why did you come looking for me?"

A figure appeared at the alleyway behind them, but it wasn't the servant wearing the hat.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yang Jing's expression immediately changed, his hand clenched in his sleeve, and he asked in surprise, "Junior Brother Luo, what are you doing here?"

As he spoke, he gathered his strength in his feet.

Luo Qingfeng didn't waste any words with him, and directly took out the Demon-Slaying Blade and walked towards him.

Yang Jing's pupils contracted, and suddenly he shot backward with a "whoosh".

He then turned around, preparing to escape from the alley.

But at that moment, a cold glint suddenly appeared from around the corner ahead, piercing towards his throat with ghostly speed!

The sword strike was swift and cunning. Yang Jing was startled and hurriedly stopped running, leaping backward to dodge.

He did indeed dodge the sword strike and even drew his own.

But suddenly, a cross-shaped blade of light silently appeared behind him, arriving almost instantly in front of him.

Yang Jing was terrified and quickly turned around to slash at her with his sword!

The blade's light vanished, and he shuddered, staggering back several steps. He stared at the youth before him, his face filled with shock and disbelief: "You... an Eight-Star Opening Heaven?"

Luo Qingfeng didn't say anything, but leaped high into the air and slashed at him with a fully charged blade.

Yang Jing was both shocked and panicked, and immediately raised his knife to parry.

At that moment, the ghostly, cold light behind him pierced towards him once again.

"Bang!"

Luo Qingfeng's blade clashed with his sword.

The immense force caused both of them to flinch and stagger backward.

Yang Jinggang took a few steps back and immediately sensed the danger behind him. He hurriedly turned to the side and avoided the terrifying cold light.

At that moment, Luo Qingfeng's blade light had already reached him.

This time, he could no longer dodge, and his arm, which was gripping the sword, was struck by the silver moon blade's light.

Without making a sound, he suddenly leaped up from the ground, then pushed off the wall next to him, trying to jump over the adjacent courtyard wall.

But that ghostly, cold light reached him in an instant, blocking his path.

Yang Jing panicked and could only spin in mid-air, then push off the wall with both feet, leaping towards the other side of the courtyard wall.

However, at this moment, a knife suddenly appeared behind him. The scabbard-strewn knife slashed heavily at his leaping thigh with a "thud," and then with a sudden pull, it sawed off his entire thigh!

Blood spurted out, instantly staining the white snow on the ground red.

Yang Jing screamed in pain, his body lurched, and he crashed heavily to the ground with a "thud".

Before he could even get up despite the pain, the slashed and bloodied knife was already at his neck.

Yang Jing looked at the knife-wielding youth before him with pain and terror: "Junior Brother Luo, what have I done to offend you? I..."

"laugh--"

The nicked blade slashed across his neck and sawed off his head.

His words came to an abrupt halt.

The blade flashed in the cut, quickly piercing into his body, slicing through his internal organs and soul.

Yang Jing stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, and died instantly.

Luo Qingfeng wiped the broken knife on the snow, then took out a bottle of medicine and carefully poured a drop onto the corpse.

"Sizzle—"

The corpse rapidly melted and shrank.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body and head, along with his clothes and the pool of blood on the ground, turned into a foul-smelling smoke that rose into the air.

Nothing was left on the ground except for snow pits.

The girl standing opposite, sword in hand, stared blankly at the scene before her usually cool face.

Luo Qingfeng carefully inspected the alley again, then looked at her and said, "Go take a walk through the other streets and alleys, then go home."

Aya stared at him, motionless.

Luo Qingfeng said, "I have something to do, I'll go back later, be good."

Then he commanded, "Listen to your brother-in-law."

Aya pouted slightly, turned around, and quickly left.

After Luo Qingfeng saw her petite figure leave the alley, he immediately went over and cleaned up the footprints in the alley.

As for the footprints outside, they were covered up by the wind, snow, and early-rising merchants.

After cleaning up the footprints, Luo Qingfeng did not go back, but immediately headed towards another alley ahead.

There were traces of another body in that alley.

Not long after.

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the back gate of the Yuan residence.

The two guards standing at the back door immediately opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a man dressed as a servant, wearing a hat, and with his face covered in blood. Upon seeing them, he immediately cried out in a panic, "Quick! Go and get the young master out! I have urgent news to report!"

Upon hearing this, one of them hurriedly went to the backyard.

The other man asked nervously, "Brother Zhang, what happened? Did Yang Jing find you?"

The servant, panting heavily as if exhausted, leaned against the wall beside him without saying a word.

The guard looked at him and suddenly asked curiously, "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with your face...?"

In a house in the backyard.

Yuan Fang was sleeping soundly with his concubine in his arms when he heard a knock on the door and immediately got up.

Unless it's an emergency, no one would dare to disturb him.

He quickly dressed and went outside. Seeing it was the guard standing at the back door, his heart sank. He asked, "What's going on?"

The guard quickly said, "Brother Zhang just returned, his face covered in blood, as if he was injured. I wonder if Lord Yang discovered him."

Yuan Fang's expression changed, and he immediately strode towards the back door, frowning in confusion. "Even if Yang Jing discovered us, knowing he's one of my men, he shouldn't dare to make a move. Could something else have happened?"

He walked quickly and hurried to the back door.

The back door was open, and a figure leaned against the wall outside, head bowed, covered in blood.

Yuan Fang immediately went over and asked, "What happened?"

The servant immediately staggered towards him and said, "Young master, just now Yang Jing..."

Before he could finish speaking, a fist brimming with power suddenly erupted with a blinding burst of light, slamming heavily into his chest with a deafening boom!

Caught off guard, Yuan Fang was sent flying backward by the impact, his ribs snapping with a "crack," and his entire chest caved in.

Before he even landed, the servant had already caught up with him again and punched him hard in his already caved-in chest!

"boom!"

Another loud bang!

The blinding fist strike, carrying terrifying power, shattered his heart, burrowed into his body, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

Then, another punch landed heavily on his head!

Like a hammer blow, with a loud "bang," his entire head was smashed open, and brain matter and blood splattered everywhere!

Poor Yuan Fang, the noble young master of the Yuan family, hadn't even figured out what was going on before he was killed by three punches and died!

The guard beside him was frozen in fear, his face ashen, seemingly having forgotten to run away.

The figure dressed as a servant walked straight over and smashed his heart with a single punch. Then, amidst the noisy footsteps in the mansion, he went out the back door and strode away, quickly disappearing into the wind and snow outside.

Outside the door, the body of another guard lay.

The guards in the manor arrived quickly after hearing the commotion, but no one expected that Yuan Fang and two guards would die on the spot in the blink of an eye.

A short while later, a shrill and painful cry suddenly came from the back door.

"My son—"

(End of this chapter)