Chapter 485: Chapter 168: Holding a Sister in Arms for a Kill! Has the Wheel of Fortune Turned? (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Subscription Requested)_4
The intense pain made her want to scream miserably, but a feeling of suffocation prevented her from making any sound.
All she could do was stare with a face full of despair and helplessness, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.
Her face was a mask of regret.
Pu-chi—
A broken bone had already pierced through her flesh and was exposed on the surface of her body. The blood-covered bone stained her gauzy dress a thorough red.
Bright red blood gushed from her wound but cunningly did not touch Fan Wu.
"Pu!!!" The woman spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the sensation of choking and intense pain turned her face green and then purple.
Veins popped out on her face, indicating the excruciating agony she was in.
Suddenly!
The woman realized her spine seemed to have shattered. Her consciousness blurred at that moment, and the scenery before her eyes darkened completely.
The expression of despair and regret on her face had solidified, freezing on her features.
In such a state, her appearance was no longer delicate.
Instead, it was hideously distorted, like that of a death-harboring witch.
Her breathing also grew weaker.
Until—
Her heartbeat came to a complete and utter halt!
Fan Wu loosened his grip on her.
A limp corpse slid smoothly off his body, collapsing onto the chilly ground, lying dead at Fan Wu’s feet.
[You have successfully killed "a Blood Gu Sect female disciple skilled in Witch Gu Craft," congratulations, you’ve earned Free Attribute Points: 0.02!]
"Fodder."
Looking at the tiny amount of Free Attribute Points that had popped up, Fan Wu gave such a rating. Honestly, he couldn’t muster any interest in such women.
Even though Power, the one attribute he had in exorbitant amounts, made him confident he wouldn’t get sick, how could he, Daoist Priest Fan, a man of such pure essence, be interested in such trash?
Glancing at the wine jug placed on the table, Fan Wu could smell the fragrance of the wine mixed with a faint scent of medicine.
If it wasn’t some knockout drug, it was an aphrodisiac.
"Tsk..." Fan Wu muttered, "These people are quite cautious."
It seemed they wanted to use every possible means to take him down.
Alas.
Futile.
Looking at the wine jug, Fan Wu unceremoniously picked it up, placing the spout to his lips as if completely unconcerned about whatever drugs might have been added to it.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Fan Wu finished the entire jug in one go. After tasting it, he commented, "Ignoring that negligible medicinal flavor, it’s quite a fine wine, probably worth over a dozen Silver if sold outside."
Just as he set down the empty jug, the door of the hut was pushed open.
A middle-aged man burst in and began to speak, "It’s been such a long time, she should have taken down this..."
The middle-aged man’s sentence was left unfinished.
As he froze.
Because he saw Fan Wu, unharmed, sitting on a chair and looking at him with an interested expression. At Fan Wu’s feet lay a corpse.
The air inside the hut was tinged with a faint smell of blood.
Which caused the man’s pupils to suddenly constrict!
He instantly realized the woman had failed, and failed completely. A jug of drugged wine, combined with a seductive Blood Gu Sect disciple, couldn’t take down the outsider.
Worse...
The outsider had seen through their plans!
This is bad!
The thoughts in the middle-aged man’s mind rapidly flashed.
He knew that Fan Wu, capable of silently killing a Blood Gu Sect disciple, was no ordinary civilian! Just as the Elder had said, this man was not simple.
He immediately stepped backward.
Creating distance from Fan Wu!
At the same time, he put two fingers in his mouth and let out a very piercing whistle, shouting loudly, "Damn it, we’ve been discovered! Mu Rongwan is dead! Stop pretending, capture this odd outsider!"
Following his whistle, the tranquility of the deep mountains began to stir as the doors of the huts were flung open.
One by one, people who genuinely looked like a group of normal hunters stopped what they were doing.
They quickly converged in the direction of Fan Wu.
In less than ten breaths of time.
The thatched hut where Fan Wu was located was encircled by a crowd of people.
These people were young and old.
Men and women both.
Their attire didn’t differ much from ordinary mountain hunters, but the aura they now revealed was vastly different from the ordinary.
The murderous intent emanating from each of them...suggested they had all taken lives before, and not just one!
Every one of them.
Was drenched in blood!
Was steeped in human lives!
...
"Not good!" The commotion in the mountains was naturally detected by the nearby Imperial Heaven’s Brigade, and the Little Banner Officer was the first to realize that something was amiss.
His expression shifted slightly, and his hushed voice carried a trace of urgency, "Daoist Fan Wu seems to have clashed with those Witch Gu Cultivators inside!"
