Chapter 159: Pursuit
But she had simply appeared just like that, without warning.
Rain poured down upon her, soaking through her clothes and outlining her curvaceous figure. In that instant, her entire aura changed; her usual poise had an extra hint of seductive charm. Her eyes seemed to captivate the soul, filled with a faint smile as she looked at Li Yanchu.
The wind and rain raged around them.
From another direction, a gaunt young man appeared. He was so emaciated he looked like a living skeleton. His clothes were in tatters, hanging off his frame ill-fittingly, as if he had just crawled out of a grave.
His eyes glowed an eerie green, and he had vertical slit shaped pupils. He had the kind of eyes that beasts had!
One glance was enough to tell he wasn’t from any orthodox path and was clearly something sinister.
Upon seeing Li Yanchu, he bared his teeth in a grin, revealing rows of ghastly white teeth. It was the kind of twisted, morbid smile that made one's skin crawl.
Then came the appearance of a third figure, an old woman clad in a burial shroud[1]. Her hair was entirely white, her back hunched, and her feet were bound in tiny shoes. She shuffled along unsteadily, as if she might fall at any moment.
Under the cover of night, her face was shriveled, grotesque and utterly horrifying. It was unmistakably a cat’s face.
The middle-aged swordsman Li Yanchu had seen previously at Wangjiang Pavilion had yet to appear. It was unclear whether he wasn’t part of this group, or if he was already lurking somewhere in the shadows.
As soon as the three showed up, they began to form a loose encirclement, subtly closing in on Li Yanchu.
ROAR!