1787 Trump Card
It was astonishingly quick!
You Hui's pupils contracted.
Qiao Mu flung out several dozen talismans to form a defensive wall in front of her.
The slender figure leaped forward and swiftly caught the Startled Swan Dagger in her hand. Afterwards, she swiped it at You Hui's neck once again.
You Hui fell backwards onto the ground and then rolled aside to dodge it. By the time he got back up in a tousled state, his long hair was covering his face, and his face had turned ashen. His lips were also an abnormal crimson red color.
"You!" Just as You Hui was about to break out into curses, he suddenly clutched his chest. It felt like something was churning inside and tearing his meridians apart. Soon afterwards, he fell backwards onto the ground with a miserable shriek.
How would Qiao Mu let go of such an opportune chance to kill You Hui?
She flitted over swiftly with a glint in her eyes, and the Startled Swan Dagger flew up to You Hui while wrapped up in a bundle of terrifying spiritual energy.
You Hui was in so much pain that he was rolling about on the ground, which was how the Startled Swan Dagger caught him off guard and cut his face. He covered his cheek as he continued to roll back and forth, cussing, "Qiao Mu, you b*tch! Ah!"
The Startled Swan Dagger sliced a thin piece of flesh from his face, and the pain forced You Hui's curses back into his throat. He was in such pain that he no longer cared about appearances.
"How does it feel now that the drug's effects have gone away?" Qiao Mu asked unfeelingly. Her gaze was filled with disgust, as if she was looking at some filthy thing.
"Say it, who sent you here to kill me."
She was originally a bright and clever girl. She truly would be an idiot if she still didn't figure out from You Hui's antagonism that someone had prompted him to come.
Even though You Hui's trashy pill wasn't anything good, it absolutely wasn't something that the apothecaries in the Shuntian Prefecture could refine.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" You Hui could only clutch his head as he rolled back and forth. Finally, he looked up with much difficulty at the cold-faced girl in front of him.
Yet suddenly, a weird smile appeared on his lips.
Qiao Mu was startled, and she felt her blood run cold. Her spine tingled from an inexplicable sense of panic, mixed in with her instinct of an encroaching danger.
Qiao Mu started running without pause while also flinging a handful of shooting stars behind her.
Roars that sounded like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves came from behind her.
A rotting figure suddenly appeared in her sight with the breeze.
It was a zombie!
And from the looks of it, it had progressed far past the intermediate level!
Its speed could already match a level-10 great spiritual cultivator's. Its attacking power was also extremely fierce, whipping Qiao Mu's cheeks painfully with the winds it generated!
Besides, this zombie had been hiding in the dark earlier the entire time and knew how to find the best opportunity for a surprise attack. It could be said that this was a very "smart" zombie. Qiao Mu had never seen nor heard of such a zombie before!
"Hahaha, haha!" You Hui erupted with wild laughter.
He propped himself up with much difficulty before getting up with a stagger. He gave Qiao Mu a venomous death stare as he cackled, "Little brat, you think you've won? You didn't know that this was all a plot right, hahahaha!"
He despised this girl the most. Why didn't that abominable stoic face falter even in the slightest when she was already in such danger?
