Cremation

Jiang He inexplicably recalled playing tops beneath a big tree with a group of childhood friends.

First, you wrapped a rope around the top, then yanked it hard backward, and the top would begin spinning with a whirring sound.

Just like now.

That young man called Luo Yan gripped Liu Man's poison-soaked whip and pulled, making the woman spin like a top.

She was like a dancer onstage, gracefully dancing at midnight. The Blood Mist spraying from her neck was the best commentary on her dance.

Jiang He's scalp prickled.

As someone in the industry, he knew that woman Liu Man far too well.

That woman was covered in poison from head to toe.

Once, she had assassinated an expert.

She had actually planted poison inside her own body.

When that expert could no longer resist the temptation and slept with her, he died at the height of pleasure.

Thus, Jiang He could not understand.

Why had Liu Man's Daughter Red failed to work? Why was Luo Yan completely unafraid of the poisoned whip in her hand?

Could this man be immune to all poisons?

After the spin.

Liu Man collapsed onto the ground, her head twisted unnaturally to one side.

Whether her neck had been twisted apart or her own poisoned whip had torn through her skin,

either was enough to take her life.

In the blink of an eye,

five experts.

Three dead and one crippled.

Only Jiang He remained, trembling on the ground.

It was not that the old man had never thought of running.

But after seeing the sword strike with which Luo Yan had slain Zuo Jing, he knew he could not escape that attack—thin as smoke and rosy clouds, yet possessing immense killing power.

Moreover, that strike had been fast!

So fast that Zuo