ten steps one kill

She was so absorbed in her mind that she didn't notice the looming threat behind her.

Among the Bloody Clothes Gang, one person found the inner courtyard.

The man had crossed the clearing and entered the narrowing path ahead of the bamboo forest.His steps have the usual lightness and calmness of martial arts practitioners, as silent as they are.Accompanied by the footsteps, there was a cold and sharp sound—it was the whistling left by the wind blowing on the blade.

The sound that announces death.

Liu Qian was still kneeling on the ground, out of breath, while Chi Lian was concentrating on dealing with the door lock, not paying attention to the strange smell.

Jin'e was the first to hear it.

The sound penetrated the heart, cold and heavy enough to shake the soul, but also urgent like the beating of drums before a battle, approaching the extreme in an instant, leaving no room for maneuver.

In Jin'e's past life, how many sufferings came at the same pace, cruel and precise, cutting off all hopes and goodness neatly, leaving her in the long years, heartbroken alone.

Every time in the past, she buried herself in silence.

But this time, she stood up.

Her companions hadn't noticed her movements yet, but she quickly took off the ragged clothes that she had finally picked up from her shoulders, and held them between her ten slender fingers.

In the cold night wind, she once again exposed her scarred, battered, dirty and humble body of a prostitute.

She crumpled the clothes into a ball, held them tightly in her hands, and rushed out of the bamboo forest desperately.

The visitor met her at the turning, caught off guard from her collision, and fell to the ground on his back.And she straddled the man, pressed the clothes in her hand to the man's face, and covered his mouth with cloth.

The man was tall and strong, and when he shook his head and struggled, his movements were as fierce as a tiger. He soon realized that it was only a weak woman who attacked him, and his eyes widened with anger, and he raised his foot to kick Jin'e's lower abdomen.

Jin'e tried her best, but she couldn't hold back that strong and violent body. She simply gave up protecting herself, and just kept pressing down the weight of her whole body, pouring all her strength into her wrists, not letting go for a moment. Shut the man's mouth.

—Hush, don't make a sound!

She lay naked on the man's body, using the humiliating and debauched posture she used to serve men in the past, hysterically resisting the beating of fate's drum.

The drums were beating, but the battle was going on in silence.The man almost broke her ribs, and the strength in her hands gradually weakened in the severe pain.The man stretched out his arms, picked up the handle of the knife that had fallen beside him, and lifted it high into the air. The tip of the knife climbed onto her shoulder blade like a spider.

There was a click—the sound of the lock cylinder disintegrating.

Chi Lian finally opened the door, turned around in ecstasy, but was shocked to find that Jin'e was wrestling with a man.The man had pushed Jin'e aside, but Jin'e still covered his mouth so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

A knife pierced Jin'e's back and protruded from her chest. Half of the blade was bright red and dripping with blood.

Chi Lian almost screamed, the world in front of him seemed to explode in an instant, turning into a sea of ​​flames.She didn't know what kind of willpower she used to force herself not to scream.

She rushed forward and stabbed the poisonous needle between her fingers into the man's forehead.

The poisonous needle was stained with moss slurry, the rust of cold iron, and of course the poison she carefully prepared. The man froze all over, his eyes rolled a few times strangely, bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his hands and feet twitched accordingly.

Chi Lian grabbed his neck until his throat was deeply sunken, and purple lines spread from the center of his eyebrows to the side of his neck, and he stopped moving completely.

Chi Lian killed the enemy, however, time cannot go back to the previous moment.

She was only a moment late.

Liu Qianye finally got up, looked at the blood dripping on the blue bricks with a startled expression, and couldn't help calling: "Sister Jin'e, Sister Jin'e—Yan Xu"

Chi Lian bent down and picked up Jin'e's remnant body, hugging her chest, then turned to the little ghost who was at a loss, and ordered in a low voice: "Go!"

The three of them passed through the old iron gate together and stepped into a deeper bamboo forest.

The endless darkness stretched before him.