The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

"Mom, it's so heavy!"

Sikong Jin gritted her teeth, and with lightning speed, she wrapped the tablecloth around herself and tossed it over her shoulder. Her petite figure flashed, and she vanished in an instant.

"Huh? Where is he? I clearly saw someone just now, did you see him? The blood is still warm!"

Sikong Jin's figure had just disappeared when several men in black rushed up, only to find that they had missed.

"Yeah, where did they go? I definitely saw someone here just now, how could they disappear in the blink of an eye? Is it some kind of ghost?"

The men in black exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with confusion.

'Whoosh—' A cool breeze swept past my ear, and an enticing fragrance seemed to waft through the air. A dark shadow descended from the sky—'What is that!'

Without a second thought, the man in black in front of him raised his swift knife and stabbed forward!

'Bang!' The swift knife pierced the shadow with perfect accuracy. It was soft, fragrant, and made one's mouth water.

"Huh? Roasted pig? Damn, a roasted pig actually fell from the sky?"

"What? Roasted pig?"

"Is it really roasted pig?"

"It really is roasted pig!"

"What about that person?"

"Ran!"

"Then you fucking better hurry up and chase after him!"

After running for several miles, Sikong Jin didn't even have time to catch her breath before heading straight out of the city.

After leaving the city gate, Sikong Jin did not take the official road, but chose a forest path. Naturally, she did not head towards the military camp. Right now, the most important thing was to avoid those people chasing her. There were still people following her, but luckily she was quick-witted and shook them off before leaving the city gate.

The night was dark and gloomy, with only dim light. A biting wind blew constantly, and a hazy mist floated through the forest. The eerie cries of animals echoed in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Sikong Jin had no time to think about what road she was on. She carried the person on her shoulder and ran wildly for a long time until she saw a large area of ​​desolate graves in front of her. The cries of carrion vultures and crows became more and more mournful, and a strange and unpleasant smell filled her nostrils. Only then did she realize that she had actually wandered into a mass grave outside the city!

"Damn it! What bad luck!"

Sikong Jin stopped and looked at the endless mass grave in front of her. She put one hand on her knee, took a deep breath, and without pausing for a moment, she grabbed her cloth bag and turned to rush towards another path. She remembered that there was a dilapidated temple ahead, and this should be the direction.

It's a gloomy place. Most of the dead in the entire city of Malan are buried here, along with chickens, ducks, and dogs that died from the plague. Although Sikong Jin wasn't afraid of any ghost stories, the atmosphere here really did make her feel chilled to the bone.

Sikong Jin had just taken two steps forward when suddenly—'whoosh—' 'whoosh—' a chilling wind arose abruptly, and a dark shadow flashed before her eyes, landing in front of her in the blink of an eye, blocking her path. The figure was light and airy, shrouded in a white mist, like a ghost…

Sikong Jin suddenly stopped in her tracks, standing motionless, staring wide-eyed at the dark figure.

Is it a human or a ghost?

Why would someone appear in this desolate graveyard in the middle of the night?

Tomb raiders?

She was momentarily distracted, but Sikong Jin quickly regained her senses. Whether it was a human or a ghost, she would find out once she tried!

Is it a ghost?

Please do him a favor!

Is it a human?

Knock them out, search them, and then leave!

He grabbed a lump of mud from somewhere and threw it at the dark figure without thinking.

'Thud!' Just as she threw the mud out of her hand, a gust of cold wind swept towards Sikong Jin. She instinctively turned her head to dodge, and a black arc flew past her eyes before she crashed into the tree trunk beside her with a 'thud'.

Sikong Jin looked closely and realized it was the very lump of mud she had thrown out! Her body tensed instantly, and she stared intently at the figure in front of her. "Human or ghost?"

"Put the person off your shoulder and I'll be a human; otherwise, I'll be a ghost, a ghost that will take your life!"

The chilling tone made Sikong Jin tremble involuntarily, her legs went weak, and she turned her head to look at the cloth bag she was carrying on her shoulder, and then at the figure in front of her.

This person possesses extraordinary martial arts skills...

That being the case...

Then how about this—"Fine, I'll give you the person, just let me go!"

Sikong Jin pretended to throw the person off her shoulder.

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know what's good for you. You can leave now!"

The shadowy figure sneered, "A cowardly brat who wants to be a hero? What kind of world is this?"

"Ten thousand taels of gold plus one condition! I promise... I promise that the condition I owe you today is more valuable than ten thousand taels of gold! Get rid of him!"

Just as Sikong Jin was about to let go, a weak yet angry voice suddenly came from the rolled-up cloth bag. Sikong Jin was so angry that she almost vomited blood again. What a fickle opportunist!

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin immediately gripped the cloth bag tighter and lowered her voice, "Is this really true?"

"I swear on my honor! Run! This man is skilled in martial arts; use the same skills you used to escape! I can't hold on much longer..."

The man urged him impatiently.

"Okay, I've decided to take the risk!"

Sikong Jin gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and started running. Her feet seemed to fly and she fled as fast as lightning. However, she heard a whooshing sound behind her. Sikong Jin looked back and saw—"Trying to run away? Not so easy!"

A loud shout rang out, the wind suddenly picked up, and a white light flashed by. The sharp edge tore through the cold air, and sparks suddenly burst out in the frigid space. In the blink of an eye, the white light had pierced through dozens of feet and was heading straight for Sikong Jin's back. The sword momentum it generated rushed over, and Sikong Jin felt an unbearable chill down his back.

What an amazing swordsman!

Sikong Jin was certain that this person was a master swordsman. Such swordsmanship wasn't something that could be learned through practice, but rather something that could be forged through battle! It was truly impressive. However, she disliked people who attacked from behind the most, and she was extremely dissatisfied!

With her eyes narrowed in a gesture of calm amidst life and death, Sikong Jin suddenly looked up and swung a palm at the sharp, approaching longsword—'Bang!' The two streams of true energy collided rapidly, and an explosion resounded in the air. The true energy surged, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently, and leaves were scattered and blown away by the wind.

'Whoosh!' The longsword was deflected by the palm wind exhaled by Sikong Jin, its cold light grazing the sky. The man in black stared at this scene in astonishment...

He underestimated his opponent!

He gazed thoughtfully at the black-clad figure whose clothes fluttered in the cool breeze opposite him, and suddenly a sharp, cold light flashed in his eyes hidden in the darkness!

"Brother, remember this move, it's called the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

Sikong Jin's eyes also gleamed faintly, and the corners of her mouth under her hood were slightly upturned, forming a perfect arc. After saying this, her figure flashed and disappeared into the forest, like a cool breeze passing through the woods, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

……

An hour later, in a quiet courtyard in Malan City, the city was shrouded in the dim light of day.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Hmm? What school of martial arts is this? Even your outstanding swordsmanship, Blackwater, was defeated by him?"

The refined and elegant young man, sitting on the soft couch, raised his hand to fiddle with the wick of the candle, his gaze as calm as the ocean in the deep night, which, though illuminated by the dim light, appeared somewhat cold.

The black-clad man kneeling below hurriedly replied, "Your Highness, I have checked the records of various sects, and there is no such thing as the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in the martial arts world. I think this person must be a master who is hiding his identity."

"Forget it, since they've gotten away, let's just drop the matter. Still no news of them?"

Tuoba Yu straightened up and glanced at Hei Shui.

"Not yet!" Blackwater lowered his head in frustration.