"Huh?"
"Being a good person is too tiring."
Yin Wuxiao nodded, thinking of Baili Qingyi.
Yin Bitong is just a person who loves freedom.
"Besides, I enjoy killing." Yin Bitong glanced at her indifferently, her thin lips slightly upturned.
"..."
She must be out of her mind to have felt a little sympathy for this person just now.
"I like the feeling of my fingertips piercing between my eyebrows and my nails bleeding."
"Shut up!"
Yin Bitong smiled: "Little Yin, you are a very kind woman."
"..." Yin Wuxiao was caught off guard by his praise and actually blushed a little.
"But you have no sense of justice."
"..."
"Forget it, talking to you is just asking for trouble." Yin Wuxiao waved his hand as he turned away.
Yin Bitong pulled her close, smiling, and said, "Little Yin, you don't care about the righteous path or the evil path at all, right? You won't look down on me just because I'm an assassin, right?"
Yin Wuxiao was slightly lost in thought.
“I won’t despise you because you’re an assassin. But I will be afraid of you because of it.” She gently pushed his hand away.
Yin Bitong's face darkened.
He said to her from behind, "Xiao Yin, if you want me to retire from this life, just say so."
Yin Wuxiao's back view froze for a moment.
"Aren't you a kind woman?" he laughed.
Is she a kind person? If she is, she should advise this bloodthirsty killer to stop committing murders.
But what makes her think she's so important that she can influence Yin Bitong's life choices?
"You've killed too many people, so you'll naturally face your retribution. Lay down your butcher's knife and you'll instantly become a Buddha. What does that have to do with me? I don't believe my words can change you much."
Yin Bitong was slightly taken aback.
"Don't use me as an excuse to make your choice. Yin Bitong, that will make me hate you."
Yin Bitong remained silent, then coldly laughed, "You're right. How can your words change my decision?"
Yin Wuxiao lowered his head, suddenly feeling a little sad.
She believed in fate and destiny, but not in herself. She couldn't even save herself, so how could she save others?
"Yin Bitong, if... I mean if, you had the chance to forget the past and live a peaceful life, would you be willing? Would you really be willing?"
"Peaceful? Me?" Yin Bitong asked as if she were listening to a joke.
"I hope you can live that kind of life."
Yin Bitong looked at her with slight surprise, and was about to say something when suddenly there was a rustling sound in the bushes and several people jumped out.
Yin Bitong's first reaction was to protect Yin Wuxiao behind her.
"You?" He squinted at the three people in front of him, three people who looked hostile. These three were none other than the three of the Five Evil Stars: the Black Dragon King, the White Bear Lord, and the Yama Scholar.
Chapter Twelve: Sharing a Pillow, Listening to the Autumn Rain in a Single Boat (Part Six)
The ferocious faces of the Black Dragon King, the White Bear King, and the Yama Scholar appeared respectful in front of Yin Bitong.
“Lord Azure Eyes.” The Black Dragon Lord stepped forward cautiously. “We brothers were unaware of your true identity and have offended you greatly. Please forgive us.” He bowed stiffly, seemingly not a man who often did such a thing.
Or rather, there aren't many people in this world who command such respect from him.
Yin Wuxiao looked at Yin Bitong with a puzzled expression.
Yin Bitong put her hands behind her back and slowly took two steps to the left.
"Has the master arrived at Hundred Questions Valley at this moment?"
The three chuckled but did not respond.
Yin Bitong continued:
"He told you my identity so that you could pass on a message to me?"
White Bear nodded hastily: "That's right, that's right. Our master asked us to give you a message, please set off immediately to return to..." He glanced at Yin Wuxiao, "...back to the main hall."
Yin Bitong sneered: "Did he only send you to deliver this message to me?"
"Naturally, that's all there is to it."
"What if I don't go back? What will you do then?"
The scholar Yanluo suddenly chuckled sinisterly, "Lord Bitong, our master also said that you have a woman with you. If you don't come back with us..."
"Oh? My master knows I have a woman with me?" Yin Bitong lazily raised her long eyelashes, looking very charming.
However, the surrounding air suddenly became as cold as snow.
Yin Wuxiao's fingertips turned cold; Yin Bitong was about to kill someone.
The Black Dragon King's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Yanluo Xiucai trembled and said, "Yin Bitong, the master said that when you go back, you must take what he wants with you, otherwise... otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Yin Bitong raised two fingers, examining her nails closely.
"Yin Bitong!" Yanluo Xiucai couldn't help but raise his voice, "Don't be too arrogant. If the three of us join forces, you may not be our match. Besides... besides, you have a woman by your side."
Yin Bitong paused, turning her head to look at Yin Wuxiao: "What they said is absolutely right."
He frowned, deep in thought. The three men, slightly out of breath, dared not make a move.
After a while, Yin Bitong whispered in Yin Wuxiao's ear.
"Are you fast?"
"Well?"
"As soon as I turn around, you run, run as far as you can, understand?"
"But...where can I run to?"
"..." Yin Bitong frowned and said reluctantly, "Go find Baili Qingyi!"
Yin Wuxiao stared at him blankly and replied, "Okay."
Yin Bitong grabbed her arm and sneered, "Don't misunderstand. I'm letting you go to him now, but one day I'll get you back from him!"
Yin Wuxiao smiled bitterly.
As soon as Yin Bitong turned around, she jumped up like a rabbit and ran like a wild fox being chased by hunting dogs.
In the blink of an eye, they were already more than ten feet away.
Yin Wuxiao ran for his life.
She thought, finally she's rid of Yin Bitong, that murderer, and she no longer has to worry about being turned into a human skin purse.
Touching my chest, I felt much more at ease.
But what if he's in danger? Although those three were terrified of Yin Bitong, it didn't mean she could easily defeat them. Otherwise, the "Traceless" master wouldn't have sent them to escort Yin Bitong back.
She couldn't help but entertain some low-brow speculations.
Perhaps the owner of "Wuhen" is a homosexual who covets Yin Bitong's beauty, and his love turns to jealousy, and his jealousy turns to hatred... Well, then wouldn't she be a thorn in the side of the owner of "Wuhen"?
She slapped herself hard across the face.
That seemingly invincible demon, Yin Bitong, is not so easily defeated. The ones who should be worried are those three evil stars.
Yin Bitong, I'm worried about you.
She could imagine Yin Bitong laughing so hard she couldn't get up after hearing those words.
Hmph, what are you worried about?
Just as he was worrying... uh, no, just as he was feeling smug, a faint female scream suddenly came from somewhere, and Yin Wuxiao was so flustered that he sat down on the ground.
The screams grew louder and louder, showing no sign of stopping.
Yin Wuxiao frowned; that voice sounded very familiar.
It's Rong Qiurui!
Could it be that...
This young girl was frail and utterly naive; if she were to encounter danger, her chances of survival would be slim. But how could her brother, with his obsessive sister complex, allow her to be in danger?
I'm afraid he himself is in dire straits.
Before her mind had even processed the information, her feet had already made their decision, and she quickly ran towards the source of the sound.
On a slope several dozen feet away, a scene that caught Yin Wuxiao's eye shocked her.
Rong Qiurui collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, and she was having great difficulty breathing. Rong Jufeng stood a few steps away from her, his face pale and his forehead beaded with sweat, clearly showing signs of poisoning. He could barely hold onto his sword, only managing to support his weight.
Standing face to face with him was one of the Five Evil Stars—Poisonous Scorpion Old Ghost.
But no one knows where the Smiling Buddha, one of the Five Evil Stars, has gone.
There was a reason why Old Ghost Poison Scorpion wasn't with the three evil stars. His complexion was even worse than Rong Jufeng's, who had been poisoned.
He was drenched in sweat, his bloodshot, frantic eyes fixed on Rong Qiurui, and the lewd smile on his lips completely revealing his intentions. At this moment, what controlled his will was neither reason nor emotion, but an animal instinct that had swelled to its extreme.
"Little beauty, you're lucky today, you happened to be having an attack. If you serve me well, I might spare your life and serve you for a few more days." He approached with a lewd grin, his hairy hands ruthlessly touching Rong Qiurui's chest.
"You lecherous scoundrel! If you dare to lay a finger on my sister, I, Rong Jufeng, will become a vengeful ghost and not let you go!" Rong Jufeng's breath was unsteady, and his hatred shot towards the old scorpion ghost with bone-chilling intensity.
Poisonous Scorpion Old Ghost glanced at him: "Fine, then I'll send you to see the King of Hell first!" He drew his short stick from his waist and chopped it down at Rong Jufeng's head, which was about to turn into a pool of blood and flesh.