Of course I wasn't afraid to share a room with a dead man—if I were afraid, how could I call myself a professional assassin?
It was just that those rolled-back eyes kept staring at me, while I was also troubled by the reality that I would soon be taken back to the Badlands... Thousand-Faced Asura was feeling extremely irritated.
If only I'd known, I never would have taken this job.
With how familiar I was with the Ghost Market, I only needed to be a little careful... Who would have thought I'd be this unlucky?
Just as Thousand-Faced Asura was wondering how to escape... and whether some of the old secret passages in the Badlands were still usable, the door opened.
Yuan Yunyun walked in first.
Thousand-Faced Asura's heart sank... When he had left, Yuan Yunyun had still been a tiny child, but now she had already become the Young Marshal of the Badlands—why would she be in the Ghost Market tonight?
The maid Yinyin followed her inside and glared viciously at Thousand-Faced Asura before pulling out a chair for Yuan Yunyun.
The Young Marshal of the Badlands sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Her legs were long and straight.
Thousand-Faced Asura had no mood to admire such a sight... His throat was even a little dry. As a traitor, he knew very well what would happen once he fell into her hands.
"Your name is Wang Xi." Yuan Yunyun looked him over. "Fifteen years ago, you killed your adoptive father and burned down your main family, causing all thirteen members of the Wang family to die. You should have been thrown into the death prison, but for some unknown reason, you mysteriously disappeared."
Thousand-Faced Asura... Wang Xi's expression changed slightly.
"Over the past fifteen years, you never