Temple Fair

Rong Sijiao looked around the Portable Abode and spotted a peerless beauty.

Without a second thought, he flung out a handful of silver powder. It transformed into a short knife and pressed directly across Zhao Xiaowan's throat. "Li Qi, I don't care who this is. Even if I die, I'm taking one of you with me."

Hiss, hiss—

The phonograph laughed. "That's a puppet. If you want to make a move, go ahead. Tomorrow, I'll have the sisters make me another one." Hong Ying was combing her hair. Rong Sijiao only saw a lock of hair flash before his eyes, then vanish.

Whose hair was that?

The woman combing her hair? But that woman did not seem to have moved! Rong Sijiao lowered his head to look again.

The knife made of silver powder was gone. So was his only remaining left hand.

Rong Sijiao collapsed to the ground, shivering and groaning. Li Banfeng withdrew his two shadows and sat down in front of Rong Sijiao.

Wife had been staring at the two shadows. "Husband, what was that just now? Why was there an extra shadow?" Li Banfeng smiled. "I just learned it myself. At its root, it is still the Shadows Pitying Each Other technique."

Hong Ying said from the side, "Not entirely. This is the Heavenly Union Skill that Seventh Son learned. You weren't home then, so you didn't see it." The phonograph was somewhat surprised. "This technique is truly formidable."

The family chatted away. Rong Sijiao staggered to his feet and tried to run for the door, only to see another lock of hair flash past. Both his lower legs were cleanly severed below the knees.

That lock of hair was black and straight. One look was enough to tell that it belonged to Hong Ying.

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