Chapter 256: Falling for the Trick (1/2)

Translator: Flying Lines

Murong Xue smiled slightly. It was not her plan to bump into Duan Wuluo or stay in his mansion but to find the shadow guards.

She had to keep it from Gong and Duan that the guards were hiding in Mingzhou, which would cause a great disturbance once revealed. So she would come here again secretly and in no way would she stay in Duan’s mansion again.

When Murong tried to come up with a reason with a sullen look in her eyes, a gust of breeze with a strong aroma blew past her nose.

Her dislike of the smell made her frown. “What’s that strong smell?”

Upon smelling the aroma, Gong’s flawless face turned slightly solemn. “It smells like... The lust incense!”

The lust incense? Wasn’t it a kind of love potion?

With vigilance in in her eyes, Murong covered her mouth and nose and abruptly looked up at the source of the aroma. In the dark corner, a figure in black could be seen vaguely, who was fanning an unknown object repeatedly, the top of which was glittering.

It must be the incense!

Tapping the ground with her tiptoe, Murong dashed to the man in the blink of an eye. After cutting its wick with her sword, she thrust at the man in the chest and stuck him on the wall. Instantly, blood spurted out and saturated his clothes.

“Ouch!” the man let out a cry with anguish, which resounded through the yard.

Disregarding his cry, Murong looked at him coldly and asked, “Who sent you here?” He was really heedless of consequences to have attempted to poison her with the incense.

“No comment!” The man also shot her a piercing glare.

He was indeed an adequate secret keeper!

Curling up the corner of her lips, Murong whipped out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed the man. When the dagger penetrated his shoulder with blood spurting out, blue veins stood out and cold sweat oozed on his forehead.

The man glowered at Murong with a flicker of coldness in his eyes as if he could have devoured her alive.

Murong blinked. The wound didn’t seem serious enough since the man still had the mood to glower.

With a quirky smile, Murong waved the dagger at the man whose blood instantly pumped from the gash on his neck and saturated his clothes.

“Who sent you here?” Murong asked calmly in a cold voice, staring at the man. She moved the dagger up and down along his neck.

With the sharp pain, the man could clearly feel the blade gradually slit his skin and blood vessels open and it almost reached his windpipe.

Without a doubt, Murong would slit his throat cruelly and leave him losing all his blood if he refused to confess. It was hot in June, but the man was still shivering while saying with his lips trembling, “Alright...The one who sent me here was...”

Meanwhile, the man pulled out a dagger secretly from his belt and thrust at Murong fiercely.