Have I Changed?

Cheng Shi's eyes twitched slightly, and he replied irritably:

"Either stand up yourself, or continue lying there pretending to be dead. As long as you're not afraid of the cold or death, I think I'll definitely have time to waste here with you. After all, it's you who's being hunted down, not me."

I've also said before: talk it out first, then treat it.

"Poison. If you want to be cured by me, you'd better tell me your secret first, or you're out of luck."

Hearing the cold, emotionless tone of the negotiation, Poison sighed listlessly. Then, her face gradually regained its color and began to glow.

The Assassin, who had just been on the verge of death, seemed to have recovered on her own the next second. She gritted her teeth, pulled the arrow out of her shoulder bone, and struggled to stand up from the snow stained with blood.

However, she still looked somewhat weak, so much so that as soon as she stood up, she lost her balance and stumbled towards Cheng Shi. Upon seeing this, Cheng Shi sneered, turned around, and dodged to the side in one smooth motion.

But this time he clearly underestimated the determination of his opponent to get close. Poison suddenly lunged forward, disappeared under the shadow in front of Cheng Shi, and reappeared to join the battlefield between Da Yi and Gongyang Jiao.

Cheng Shi's gaze sharpened, and he heard a roar from ahead. He then saw the three figures in the battle suddenly scatter and retreat in different directions.

Da Yi retreated to his original position, his face solemn, his back soaked with sweat, and the iron spikes in his hand had changed from one to three in each hand.

The Gongyang Jiao's face was covered in blood, and his left cheek appeared to have been pierced. Blood dripped down his chin and neck, making him look even more frenzied.

His scarlet tongue emerged from the rotting hole in his cheek, scooping up the surrounding rotten flesh and blood, sucking and chewing it. Then, staring intently at the Poison, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, he said:

"You filthy bitch, I'll skin you alive and use the skin to mend my face."

"Then I'll show you what true fear is!"

Seeing that the main battlefield had split up, the Chameleon didn't rush back in. Instead, it quietly disappeared into the snow and wind, once again vanishing from everyone's sight.

Jiang Chi frowned slightly, wanting to get closer to Da Yi, but seeing that this Xi Guang Tie Ci did not seem to trust him, he moved two steps toward Cheng Shi's location and half of his body blocked Cheng Shi's way.

His actions were not to protect Cheng Shi, but to make a deal with the Poison.

At this very moment, the Poison that had escaped the battle returned to Cheng Shi's side and collapsed onto his back in a state Cheng Shi exhaustion.

"Don't move, let me lie down for a while, I really have no strength left."

Cheng Shi's expression darkened. He wanted to send this troublesome Assassin away with a single, powerful Thunder Punishment, but he didn't dare.

Because the Poison Daggers was already pressed against his chest.

He had no doubt that the Chosen of God Assassin would kill him the moment he was threatened, but he also had no doubt that as long as he didn't make a move, the other party would never kill him first.

Because this is Poison, she never liked to kill people with sharp weapons.

What she enjoys is letting people's desires kill them, and she will only be the catalyst that makes people create their own suicide weapons.

Have I changed?

Poison lay on Cheng Shi's back, its arms around his neck, its breath sweet as orchids.

"?" Cheng Shi frowned slightly, not following the other person's train of thought.

Seeing him stunned, Poison suddenly laughed. Although weak and powerless, she still laughed heartily.

"What I mean is, after all this time, you've gotten hard, so... have I gotten soft?"

As she spoke, the Poison, weakened, hugged Cheng Shi slightly tighter.

"..."

Cheng Shi's body tensed instantly, as if frozen in place by the raging wind and snow, not daring to move an inch.

"Why aren't you answering me? Have I become more lenient than before?"

"..."

Cheng Shi's eyes twitched slightly. He thought to himself, "I don't know if your temper has changed, but I do know that the snow in the sky seems to have turned yellow."

Although Gongyang Jiao couldn't hear what Poison and Cheng Shi saying, his expression became even more ferocious when he saw how familiar the two were.

"I underestimated your charm."

He glared at the Poison with bloodshot eyes, then squinted and scrutinized Cheng Shi again.

He wondered what kind of Priest could be Priest never resisted Poison.

Perhaps it was already a plaything in the hands of Poison.

What a disastrous turn of events! What I thought would be a thrilling hunting session is about to be thwarted once again.

"Young man, I advise you to keep your eyes open and not to touch just any woman."

Some women are like fine wine, mellow and sweet; but some women... are like Poison, drying up the heart and rotting the lungs; drinking them will kill you!

Before he could finish speaking, and without waiting for Cheng Shi to explain, the Screaming Count sprang up again and charged towards the two of them. His momentum was so fierce that even Poison, who was lying on Cheng Shi's back, frowned and said in a low voice:

"Let's go first!"

As she spoke, she threw a strangely shaped Daggers at Cheng Shi's feet, which exploded with a "bang" into a large cloud of white mist.

Fearing that the mist contained the power of Filth and Decay, everyone on the field frowned and retreated. Only Gongyang Jiao charged in fearlessly, but there was no one left inside.

"Mr. Horn is amazing. It's a pity I'm tired today, so I won't play with you for now. Let's make an appointment another time."

Hearing the sarcastic words left in the mist, Gongyang Jiao roared three times and began to pound the ground like a madman.

"Bang bang bang—"

"You bitch, you bitch, I'm going to kill you! I'll tear you to pieces with my own hands!!"

The immense force caused the entire plaza to tremble slightly. Sensing his anger, Da Yi and Jiang Chi exchanged a grave glance and quickly retreated.

Soon, only the howling wind and snow and the count's pounding remained on the field. As for where the Chameleon, who was rarely seen, had gone, probably no one knew.

Let's turn our attention back to Cheng Shi.

The moment the Poison mist exploded, Cheng Shi felt a white light before his eyes, his body swayed, and before he could react, he was dragged away from his original spot. When he opened his eyes again with a frown, he found that he had left the square and arrived at a dimly lit pavilion.

The reason we can be sure this is an attic is not because we can see the view outside the window and sense the height—after all, the outside is covered in snow and everything is white, so it's impossible to tell—but because the roof of this room is slanted.

The space here, while not exactly cramped, is certainly not spacious. The staircase is located not far in front of Cheng Shi, with an old but polished handrail. On the wall beside him is a stove with faint embers, but its meager warmth is barely enough to counteract the chill brought by the two players from the plaza.

This is clearly a bedroom. The bed is just a makeshift bed on the floor covered with bedding. The only piece of furniture is a small, low coffee table with a glass of water on it, still steaming slightly.

Cheng Shi quickly glanced around and realized that he must have arrived at someone's house. However, they had come at a good time, at least they did not encounter the person living in the attic.

The Poison had just been lying behind him was now covered in blood and lying in front of him, his back to him, motionless, and without even a sound of breathing.

Dead?