The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

It seemed as if the air they relied on for survival had been replaced by the delicate fragrance of the girl in front of them.

Bai Qian raised her arms, letting Pei Huan help her change her clothes.

"What do you want to eat later?" she asked. Unlike Pei Huan, who was in a state of near-blissful bliss, she felt nothing at all.

I don't have many thoughts about new clothes.

"What would you like to eat, Master?" Pei Huan took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the urge to drool from his nose.

"Noodles? How about hot pot?" Bai Qian asked.

“Okay,” Pei Huan readily agreed.

However, there aren't many hot pot restaurants in Changcheng Prefecture. It seems that this kind of food came from the west and hasn't become popular yet. At least, she hasn't eaten it many times here.

Do you have any fish?

"some."

Pei Huan finally helped Bai Qian straighten her clothes and looked at the girl in the white dress.

Her bare feet, as white as pearls, tread the ground. Her moon-white dress resembled a pear blossom quietly blooming in the dead of night, elegant yet bright. Combined with Bai Qian's cold and emotionless face, no painter or writer could possibly depict this scene.

"Shall we go straight there? We can buy some more meat skewers on the way." Bai Qian moved a couple of times, feeling a little uneasy.

“And this too.” Pei Huan took out a pair of white boots from the side. The boots were embroidered with the same bluish-white pattern and looked unusually small.

"You must have worn those shoes for quite a while, sir. I had some shoes specially prepared for you. Would you like to try them on?"

"Hmm." Bai Qian gave a nonchalant "hmm" and sat down in the chair.

Pei Huan first helped Bai Qian put on white socks onto her small, fair feet.

Her toes, round and smooth like pearls and jade, swayed gently, their white and pinkish hues translucent under the light. As Pei Huan gently squeezed her soft, boneless ankles, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nose. He carefully put white socks on Bai Qian.

Warm liquid dripped gently onto her toes, turning the white skin a faint crimson hue. Bai Qian tilted her head in confusion, looking at Pei Huan who was squatting in front of her.

Pei Huan was carefully covering her nose and mouth at this moment.

Loyalty has flowed through.

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Bai Qian stepped out of the room, her shoes clicking on the floor. Pei Huan, who was following behind her, looked slightly uncomfortable.

It wasn't just unnatural; it was downright shameful enough that I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

So embarrassing.

I feel like strangling myself with both hands.

"Let's go eat." Bai Qian didn't feel anything, nor did she have any feelings. She really didn't care about these things, and she couldn't even understand what Pei Huan was thinking.

“Okay.” Pei Huan nodded quickly, and was about to lead Bai Qian out of the house.

The woman next to her carefully stopped her.

"Lord Pei, I have something I'd like to discuss with you," the tailor woman said with a troubled expression.

Upon hearing this, Pei Huan stopped and blinked.

He didn't refuse, after all, the tailor shop was his own business, and the tailor was one of his own people, so helping her with her problem was also part of his job.

"Recently, several people have gone missing in this area," the tailor said in a low voice.

"I heard that a few monsters moved here, but I don't know what's going on. A friend of mine has gone missing."

Pei Huan frowned upon hearing this. Such things sometimes happened in Changcheng Mansion, and usually the family would pay some martial artists with meridians to solve the problem.

Ideally, they should be removed directly, but if they can't be removed, they should be driven away.

"I know things are a bit tight at home lately, so I just wanted to move out first and come back later when things are better?" The tailor didn't expect Pei Huan to have someone deal with those monsters; she just wanted to move.

Pei Huan pondered for a moment upon hearing this, and was just about to reply.

"Where?" A clear voice reached her ears, and she immediately felt relieved.

Why think so much and worry so much?

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Three men dressed in gray bodysuits sat together, drinking and chatting.

"So what do we say now? We're just going to do what that python demon wants? Instead of doing our own missions, we're going to be its lackeys?" one of the bearded men said with slight dissatisfaction.

"What else can we do? But I heard that the Bai family girl is here too. We might as well find a way to capture her."

"Isn't she in Baifeng City, under the care of other demons?"

"They're gone. Bai Fengniang, who went with Bai Fengcheng, is gone too. I don't know what happened. But that Bai family girl escaped safely."

One of the thin men slammed his hand on the table upon hearing this.

“I think it’s a good idea. Let’s take her back. Then we’ll have a reason to go back to Liangdu. We’re stuck in this lousy place all the time. It’s raining every day, and we can’t even take care of our hair.”

"Let's do it this way then. I'll check things out tonight and we can take action tomorrow." The bearded man nodded in agreement.

He picked up the wine cup, just about to take a sip.

I saw a young woman in a white dress come up from the stairwell. They had booked the whole floor, so she was probably a waitress from the restaurant.

He raised an eyebrow. This restaurant must be quite wealthy to have such a beautiful girl working as a waitress.

While I was still thinking that, I saw her gently lift up a hammer that was much taller than herself.

Dark eyes gazed intently at the three people drinking, their depths unfathomable.

All three of them felt a chill run down their spines.

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There are still four more updates.

Volume 1: Chapter 160, Just a Dead Man (Third Update)

The three men now truly understand what it means to have their scalp tingling.

As envoys sent by Liangdu, or as spies and outreaching hands of the Hundred Demon Pavilion throughout the country, they have a keen sense of danger.

Why their hearts were racing and pounding was something they didn't know the reason for, but they were certain that it was related to the girl in the white dress they had just walked up to.

The bearded man paused for a moment, glanced at the two equally alert men beside him, and then suddenly raised his hand.

Fine, needle-like hairs flew out from its sleeves and rushed towards Bai Qian, passing through the air at a speed that was completely unimaginable to ordinary people.

I don't know where this person comes from, so let's test the waters first.

When faced with danger, the worst thing you can do is run away without thinking about anything else; that's not the right thing to do.

Besides, the other party might not be that powerful; it might just be an illusion.

It has also encountered many such cases, where something looks impressive but is actually just a paper tiger that is all show and no substance, and can be easily broken.

Thinking this to myself, I saw her casually reach out her hand, her slender fingers pinching something with ease.

The needle-like hairs were gently pinched by the fingers.

Bai Qian looked at the hair in her hand, examined it gently, and casually rubbed the needle-like hair between her fingers.

The seemingly tough hair was easily rubbed together.

"Who is it?" The gaunt man looked at Bai Qian with a look of surprise and suspicion, his face showing a slightly ugly cat-like expression as he stared intently at her.

The three of them simultaneously revealed their characteristics as cat demons, with clumps of brown fur growing out.

Bai Qian looked at the three of them and nodded thoughtfully.

She still had some impression of these three cat demons. She had encountered them before in Bai Fengcheng, although they were just like ants you would bump into while walking, and you would die if you stepped on them.

One of the men was covered in brown fur, and at that moment he looked more like a tiger with its teeth bared than a cat.

Those beastly eyes were fixed on Bai Qian, then suddenly lunged forward.

His body transformed into an arrow, shooting straight towards Bai Qian.

There's no fancy power involved, just this near-maximum speed.

Its five fingers extended into sharp claws, reaching out to grab the pretty face opposite it.

Bai Qian quietly watched the approaching claws and blinked twice.

As if time had stood still, she walked slowly forward, her white dress swaying gently. The man who approached seemed to slow down many times over, or perhaps Bai Qian was moving up countless times faster.

It's as if time has been frozen.

Bai Qian walked up to it, thought for a moment, and then casually lifted her shoe.

The man stood frozen in place, then was kicked to the ground.

Bai Qian didn't use the furnace fire or any other power; she relied solely on the power of her body.

Perhaps demons at the Divine Will level might have a chance to resist, but for demons below the Divine Will level, this is essentially an overwhelming force that they cannot withstand.

Stepping on his body, even with a light stomp, felt like stepping on rotten fruit; the flesh crumbled like fruit pulp, and the bones turned into biscuits.

It opened its mouth, trying to let out a sharp wail, but before it could even open its mouth, a white shoe stepped on its face.

The skull first caved in, then was easily squeezed and flattened. White and red splashed out from under her feet, like a painting being smeared on the ground. Bai Qian stepped on the man, turning him into a painting stuck to the ground.

The shoes Pei Huan gave me were very comfortable to wear, or rather, they fit perfectly and didn't hurt my feet at all. It was clear that Pei Huan had put a lot of thought into them, and that the shoes were specially selected.

Keep walking forward, dragging the hammer along.

The remaining two men exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with horror.

Without much hesitation, they exchanged a glance and quickly rushed toward the window next to them.

Without attempting to fight Bai Qian again, they instantly shattered the paper window and ran off in two different directions.

There's no need for a confrontation anymore. This guy was no worse than the two of them, but they didn't even know how he lost.

All I saw was that with a blink of its eyes, it fell to the ground and then became a painting stuck to the ground.

It's definitely dead. When the first foot stomped on its body, it couldn't even transform and escape; it was crushed to death with that one step. The subsequent blows were just torture.

In this situation, they can't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; all they can think of is running away.

Regardless, let's escape first, otherwise staying here...

After tearing open the paper window, the gaunt man transformed into a light shadow and sped down the street. At this moment, he revealed his true form: a cat demon with a brown body.

While the cat demon may not excel in other aspects, it is exceptionally outstanding among all demons in terms of stealth and invisibility.

There are many people outside on the street, who can be used as cover. Regardless of who that person is or what their purpose is, at least for now, one must...

It glanced at the moon-white silk thread that had somehow wrapped around its waist. The thread had a transparent color. It was stunned for a moment, before it could react to what had happened.

The body, which had just landed on the ground, was gently lifted up.

Then, following the gentle arc and trajectory in the air, it was pulled back and crashed heavily to the ground.

It was as if I had been pulled back the way I came.

Its head was still spinning, and it didn't know what had happened.

I looked up and glanced ahead.

The girl in the white dress stood not far away, in front of the bearded man.

Holding that silver-white hammer in one hand, the sound was the wind, the airflow, and the sound of flesh and blood exploding.

The restaurant floor was smashed and a hole was punched in it.

The bearded man's head also disappeared into the hole, and fragments of blood clung to the ground, leaving only the headless corpse lying on the ground. Half of his body had been reduced to dust by the impact of the falling hammer.

Bright red blood slid down the silvery-white hammer, and there were also a few bloodstains on the pure white dress.

She turned around, holding a hammer handle that seemed too long for her petite frame. Her fair cheeks were speckled with blood, and her dark eyes looked up at me.

She tilted her beautiful face upwards, her hair falling across her forehead and cheeks.

Her cold eyes seemed to reflect no one, or perhaps...

She was looking at a dead person.