Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

The sky gradually darkened, like a thick black curtain slowly falling, covering the entire capital city tightly.

Lantian lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed. He seemed to be resting, but in fact his mind was like a surging wave, constantly surging with Cang Yong's evil deeds.

How he secretly colluded with the enemy country and how he framed loyal officials, every single thing was so clear that it seemed as if it were right in front of us.

While Lantian was denouncing the behavior of such scum in his heart, he was also carefully thinking about the various situations he would face, repeatedly considering the response strategies, and striving to be foolproof.

When it was late at night and everything was silent, with only the occasional faint chirping of insects outside the window breaking the stillness, Lantian got up quietly.

She walked gently to the basin, scooped up a handful of cold water and sprinkled it on her face. In an instant, the cool feeling dispelled some of her sleepiness and lifted her spirits.

Then, she quickly changed into a neat black outfit. The tight design fit her agile figure perfectly, allowing her to move freely.

At her waist, an extremely sharp dagger was firmly inserted in a special scabbard, flashing with a cold light; in her hand, a short stick with a hard texture was tightly grasped by her, becoming one with her.

Everything was ready. Lantian gently pushed open the door and blended into the vast night.

Under the cover of night, the capital city's streets and alleys are crisscrossed like a maze.

Lantian was like a nimble night cat, moving around in the crowd with footsteps so light that they seemed not to touch the ground. Each step was carried out with extremely firm determination as he rushed towards Cangyong's mansion.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on her, giving her a layer of silver glow, like the goddess of vengeance in the dark night.

At this moment, in Cang Yong's mansion, the candlelight in the study flickered, and light and shadows swayed on the wall.

Cang Yong had just returned home from outside, looking tired.

He sat down heavily on the armchair in the study, raised his hand to rub his temple, and his brows were tightly twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". The irritability in his heart spread wildly like weeds, and it was difficult to contain it.

During this period, plans against Fu Ming were repeatedly frustrated, like heavy punches to his chest.

The pressure from above came like a landslide or tsunami, making him extremely anxious and almost collapsed.

"Yangzi,"

Cang Yong shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice revealing the exhaustion and irritation he couldn't conceal.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Yoshiko Kuraki walked out of the inner room gracefully, wearing a plain cheongsam that was well-tailored and showed off her graceful figure to the fullest.

But his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with condescending disdain.

"Humph, look at how you look now. You've been disturbed by Fu Ming."

Her voice was cold and mocking.

Upon hearing this, Cang Yong's brows knitted even tighter, his eyes widened with anger:

"What do you know? If this goes wrong, neither you nor I will be happy."

Fangzi curled her lips, but this time, she didn't say anything back. She turned around and poured a cup of tea for Cang Yong.

Outside the window, Lantian's figure was hidden in the darkness, blending into the night, motionless.

She is the most patient hunter in the dark night, patiently waiting for the opportunity to strike the fatal blow.

Inside the house, Cang Yong took the tea handed to him by Fangzi and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding hot tea slid down his throat, but it did not seem to dispel the gloom in his heart. Instead, it made him sigh heavily, rub his temples with his hands, and lean back in his chair to close his eyes and rest.

Seeing him like this, Fangzi lost interest in talking and quietly put away the tea set.

After working for a while, they were both exhausted physically and mentally. After a simple wash, they turned off the lights and went to bed to rest.

Soon, the sound of even breathing could be heard in the bedroom. They fell into a deep sleep under the cover of the thick night.

Lantian was still lurking quietly outside the window, like a cold sculpture, with only his eyes flashing coldly in the darkness.

She listened to the breathing in the room gradually becoming steady and knew the time had come.

So, like a ghost, she quietly opened the window and jumped lightly into the room.

The moonlight shone through the thin clouds, casting a few faint rays of light, barely outlining the furnishings in the house, but enough for Lantian to determine the direction.

She approached the bed slowly and steadily, each step being extremely light.

However, perhaps due to the keen intuition developed over the years on the brink of life and death, Fangzi seemed to sense something strange in her sleep. Her eyelids trembled slightly and her breathing became disordered.

Lantian stopped immediately and hid in the shadow beside the bed, motionless, as if coexisting with the darkness.

After a while, Fangzi was not fully awake, she just turned over and fell into deep sleep again.

Lantian seized this fleeting opportunity and attacked like lightning, with the short stick in his hand going straight for Fangzi's throat.

But just as the short stick was about to touch Fangzi's skin, Fangzi suddenly opened her eyes, and the stress response given to her by years of career as an agent instantly erupted. She quickly turned her head and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, she opened her mouth to shout a warning.

Lantian was quick to cover her mouth with his other hand, blocking out her scream.

The noise woke Cang Yong up. He pulled back the quilt with sleepy eyes, but before he could see the situation clearly, he instinctively reached under the pillow, where he hid the pistol he usually used for self-defense.

Lantian's eyes were as sharp as a torch, how could he let him succeed? He kicked Cang Yong's wrist, and the pistol flew out with a "clang" and fell in the corner of the room.

"who?"

Cang Yong was completely awake, his eyes widened in horror, and he roared.

Lantian snorted coldly and did not respond. The short stick in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, launching a violent attack towards Fangzi.

Fangzi was unarmed, but she was not willing to be outdone. She dodged left and right with her agility and looked for opportunities to counterattack from time to time. Her punches and kicks were accompanied by a fierce force. Ordinary people would have been unable to withstand it.

But Lantian is no ordinary person. The true energy surges in her body, and the short stick comes to life in her hands. Every time she swings it, it is powerful.

After a few moves, Fangzi gradually lost the battle. She was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the shoulder by the short stick. The pain made her gasp and her face turned pale.

Taking advantage of this gap, Cang Yong got up from the ground and pounced on Lantian with bared fangs and claws, trying to rescue Fangzi.

Lantian dodged his attack by moving sideways, and swept his legs with the short stick. Cang Yong lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thump.

"You bastards from the enemy country, today is the day you die!"

Lantian's cold voice echoed in the bedroom, like a judgment from hell.

Fangzi gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and pounced on him again. She drew a dagger from her waist, and the blade flashed as she stabbed it straight into Lantian's chest.

Lantian's eyes flashed, and he blocked accurately with the short stick in his hand. There were a few "ding ding" sounds, and sparks flew.

At this time, Cang Yong groped on the ground to pick up a broken vase, used it as a weapon, and attacked Lantian from behind.

Lantian seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. With a backflip, he not only avoided Cang Yong's attack, but also kicked him in the chin. Several of Cang Yong's teeth were kicked out, his mouth was full of blood, and he howled in pain.

After another round of fierce confrontation, Fangzi gradually lost her strength and her movements became slower and slower.

Lantian seized the opportunity, raised the short stick high, and smashed it hard on her temple with tremendous force. Fangzi's eyes widened, her body softened, and she slowly fell down, without a breath.

"Yoshiko!"

Seeing this, Cang Yong's eyes were bloodshot and he rushed towards Lantian again frantically.

Lantian was not afraid at all. He faced his attack and attacked Cangyong with the short stick in his hand like a storm.