Chapter 21: Tumulus (1/2)
The unfortunate soul who picked Wu Xingxue was the first "immortal envoy" that they found, Zhao Qinglai.
Zhao Qinglai’s fingernails, which were previously hidden in his sleeves, were long and as sharp as knives. He could easily make grooves into the stone wall if he slashed at them.
He picked Wu Xingxue because he looked like a weak, thin, and defenseless aristocrat, the type who only played around and enjoyed their carefree life. This young master wasn’t even wearing a scarf, only holding a hand warmer and leaving his neck open for an attack.
All he needed to do was give that neck a gentle slice, then blood would come surging out…
No effort, and job done!
Zhao Qinglai licked his teeth and slashed his hands towards Wu Xingxue’s neck.
Clang!
When the noise sounded, Zhao Qinglai didn’t even have time to react.
After all, as someone who died already, he had a slightly slower reaction time. When he realized that it was the sound of a sword being drawn—