Intelligence Ultime

Chapitre 87

Ye flicked her finger on the flute and said with a wry smile, "Suddenly I don't want to kill you like this anymore, what should I do?"

Feng Xuese frowned. This person had severely injured Xi Yeyan and Yan Shenhan with extremely cruel methods, yet now he was being so indecisive. She wondered what he was up to.

He sighed deeply: "But you hurt my brother, I must kill you."

Maple Snow Color slowly drew his sword. The long, narrow blade of "Snow Color" shone with a light like snow, and under the fierce sword energy, the daylilies beneath his feet were swept away as if by wind and rain.

Night's pupils suddenly contracted, and the dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered like rolling dark clouds.

With a flash of sword light, Maple Snow Color was already in front of Night, the blade slashing diagonally upwards.

Night twisted her waist slightly, and the flute in her hand swept across.

With a clang, the sword and flute clashed, and the two men parted ways.

His snow-white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he thrust out his sword again with a backhand motion.

Night's gaze grew serious as he gripped his flute and met the approaching figure.

With a series of clanging sounds, the two passed each other again, having exchanged seven moves in an instant.

Feng Xuese pursed her lips and said, "Okay!"

Ye let out a long sigh: "If the poison that Poison Hand Demoness gave you wasn't indirectly given to you by me, I'd really have to wonder if you're blind!"

Feng Xue's face suddenly darkened: "What do you mean by that?"

Ye looked at him with interest and said, "Take a guess."

Maple Snow remained silent, her thoughts drifting back to the day she was ambushed and blinded—

A thick fog, a poisonous array fraught with danger, an infant dying tragically from being bitten by venomous insects, that cunning and ruthless woman, and Mo Xinxue, who calls herself the wife of the Thirteen Wolves Who Pick Flowers with Thousand Hands...

“My junior sister is the youngest disciple Master took in during his later years. She has always been spoiled and willful. This time, she actually spent a fortune to hire people from all over the world to deal with you. It really baffles me, her senior sister. Could it be that you took advantage of her and then abandoned her, making her hate you so much that she…”

The words of the Poisonous Hand Demoness still echoed in her ears, and in an instant, Feng Xuese understood everything.

He said slowly, "So, you are Mo Xinxue's lover."

There was no such thing as starting a relationship and then abandoning the woman. Mo Xinxue's claim that she was the wife of Thousand-Handed Flower-Picking Thirteen Wolves and that she hired assassins to avenge her husband was just a pretext. The real reason was for her lover—this mysterious night.

Ye sighed softly: "Mo Xinxue was a very obedient woman. I feel it's a pity that I had to kill her. It's just that you pushed her too hard."

Feng Xuese wasn't surprised at all: "So you really did silence Mo Xinxue. In that case, she admitted to killing the nun at Luomei Nunnery to take the blame for you, right?"

Ye laughed: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. Mo Xinxue's skills are really lacking!"

Maple Snow's figure suddenly bent backward, his upper body parallel to the ground, and two gusts of wind swept past his throat.

"It really was you!" He slowly straightened up. If he hadn't dodged those two gusts of wind, his throat would probably have been crushed like the nuns at Luomei Nunnery.

"You went to great lengths, using Demon Heart Snow to send so many people to their deaths. Your purpose wasn't just to kill me, was it?"

Ye said, "That was a gift for you. Since you so-called heroes like to meddle in other people's business, then meddle a little more."

"Mind your own business?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"

Night's gaze grew increasingly somber: "My name is Kazama Yoru."

Maple-colored face suddenly darkened: "Your surname is Feng, or Fengjian?"

Ye Dao: "I am a Japanese."

Feng Xuese's expression was cold and stern: "So, the nuns of Luomei Nunnery, the Donglin Escort Agency, Wuque Village, the Zhou family and their neighbors in Wanjiang Village, Old Man Sun, and the villagers of Banyue Village were all slaughtered for the same reason?"

"And the entire population of Heilongtan, Sunjiayuan, and Zhaofu in Xiaonan County, as well as those on the Chouyan Ferry on the Hulan River that day, except for the girl who traveled with you, none of them survived," Kazama Yoru said. "All of this is thanks to you and that girl. If she hadn't remembered that the nun was from Luomei Nunnery, I wouldn't have been able to find that nun before you and follow the clues to find the others."

A murderous intent slowly seeped into Feng Xuese's clear, cloud-like eyes. Even the most composed person would be enraged by the thought of so many innocent lives lost.

"So many people were killed because they inadvertently witnessed the massacre on the riverbank?"

Kazama Yoru said, "They were just unlucky. We chose the most remote place to strike, but we still made a mistake and they saw us."

From the moment she learned that Kazama Yoru was from Japan, Fuyuki had already pieced together all the clues, hoping they would converge on one point—that matter was indeed related to the two generals who led the troops against the Japanese pirates. Now, all she needed was for Kazama Yoru to admit it himself.

"Your actions are so secretive, who exactly was killed on the riverbank?"

Kazama Yoru gripped the flute tightly and said slowly, "I am a Japanese, and everything I do has its purpose."

Although there was no direct answer, the answer was not far from his guess. Feng Xuese's heart surged with emotion, and he had to take a deep breath to remain calm: "Since you've been hiding behind the scenes all this time, why did you suddenly reveal yourself?"

Kazama Yoru looked at Maple Snow's icy face, and the killing intent in his eyes began to gather little by little. He said, "Because I suddenly really want to know, between the two of us, who is the stronger one?"

Maple Snow slowly closed her eyes: "Come on."

The yellow flowers and green leaves that had been forced to the shore by the force suddenly flew up, slowly rising as if supported by an invisible hand, and swirling in the night rain in a mesmerizing and poignant way.

However, all of this meant nothing to Fengxuese.

He can't see!

Suddenly, Feng Xuese soared like a white crane, dodging a gleaming blade that shot out from the lake, and then thrust out his own sword. Even though Kazama Yoru was standing three zhang away, his sword struck a nearby tree, producing a sharp clang. He turned, parried from a distance, and with another clang, slashed back. In three moves, the Kazama Yoru three zhang away vanished, while his true form was now inches from Feng Xuese.

"So this is the ninjutsu of you Japanese!"

As Feng Xuese spoke, the sword in her hand flowed out continuously.

The air distorted slightly, and Kazama Yoru's Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute was already entangled with "Snow Color".