Chapter 181: Strangers Coming Together By Chance, Completely Unrelated
“Gong Qianxue sent you?”
The voice is extraordinarily sweet-sounding, but it raises all the hairs on Zhao Shan’s body. He says with a shaky voice: “Who? Come out! Quickly come out for me!”
Something flickers out of the shadows not far from him.
Under the moonlight, a cold-looking young woman in black clothes slowly walks over.
The veil of the dimness of the night couldn’t conceal her gorgeous countenance.
Especially those pair of eyes that seem displeased, yet delighted. A gaze that seems mysterious yet enchanting.
Merely looking at those eyes, Zhao Shan’s whole body stiffens, paralyzed.
Then that young woman unhurriedly walks towards him.
Closer, he sees that her skin is so delicate as if a puff of air could break it, flesh like ice and skin like jade, without any flaw.
Even closer, he can see the young woman’s lashes, thick and long like little fans.
A cold awn glares out with every blink.
Zhao Shan has a sudden enlightenment, and he blurts out: “You’re the Jun Muyan who killed our Commander.”
Muyan has a mockery of a smile on her face as she looks at him, “It turns out to be someone from the Raging Inferno Mercenary Group. Paying a visit to my humble courtyard very late into the night, what did you want to do?”
“I… I… you… you killed our Commander Yan Lie, I… I’ve come to take revenge!”
Muyan shakes her head and sighs: “Who told you that Yan Lie is dead?”
“Wh… what?! Princess Qianxue clearly said that you killed him!”
“You believe whatever Gong Qianxue says?” lightly placing a lily-white hand on her shoulder, Muyan chuckles and says: “If you go to the waste disposal facility near the east entrance of the Ghost City now, maybe you can still see your Commander there?”
Zhao Shang’s pupils abruptly contracts, “Are you telling the truth?”
“If you don’t believe it, why don’t you go there and take a look?”
Zhao Shan’s pulse quickens in suspicion, “You, you’re willing to let me go?”
Muyan spreads out a hand, her smile bright and charming, “Go ahead!”
Zhao Shan gulps, finally unable to resist the bid, he turns around and quickly runs.
He doesn’t notice that on his shoulder, there’s a faintly discernible silver powder.
This powder is a new concoction by Muyan.
This substance will not activate on Zhao Shan himself, but it will flare up on the people he makes contact with.
Moreover, it’s effects are very interesting.
If Zhao Shan finds Yan Lie and knows of the truth about “Gong Qianxue saving Yan Lie” back then, he’ll probably go back and ask Gong Qianxue some questions, won’t he?
Muyan has a smile on her face, but there’s not a trace of it in her eyes.
What Gong Qianxue owes her in her past life, she will collect both principal and interest little by little.
Gently blowing away the powder remaining in her hands, Muyan is just about to leave when she suddenly stops on her tracks.
That’s because she finds this courtyard to be awfully silent and bare.
There’s not even the faintest scent of smoke and fire.
Muyan wrinkles her brows, inadvertently walking towards the house.
She opens the door to the main entrance of the drawing room, and dust falls down from the beams.
She gently slides her fingers over a dusty table.
This has been uninhabited for at least half a month, going by the dust that has accumulated.
So, Di Ming Jue has long since left?
No warnings, not leaving a word or two, come as you please, leave as you please?
Muyan dazedly stands there for a long time, then the corners of her mouth suddenly twitch up, revealing a somewhat self-deprecating smile.
They are just strangers that came together by chance, completely unrelated to each other.
Coming and going as they please? Isn’t that just to be expected?
What does she have to do with Di Ming Jue? Why would that man inform her before leaving?
It’s just a complete stranger, their next meeting uncertain, that’s all.
Muyan brushes her sleeves, easy and relaxed as she exits.
In the basement of that courtyard, Han Ye has a heavy expression as he looks at the still-sleeping Di Ming Jue, the worry in his eyes becomes more and more serious.