Killers Are People Too

The instant the black line shot out, Su Qingyin seemed not to notice at all. Her fingertips continued toward the strings.

But just as the black line was about to touch her white robe—

Zheng!!!

The third layer of music erupted half a beat early!

Pure Heart Benevolent Mantra, Third Layer—Thunder Soul Suppression!

No longer a gentle breeze, no longer a surging, heavy cloud, but a thunderclap of absolute fury! The music became visible silver-white sound waves, a thunderstorm erupting wildly outward from Su Qingyin!

The black line bore the brunt. It shattered inch by inch in the storm, revealing a three-inch, hiltless black dagger! The dagger broke apart, but its tip still stubbornly thrust forward that final half inch—

Sshk!

The white robe over Su Qingyin's left shoulder was cut open, and a smear of crimson seeped through.

At the same time, however, the thunderous sound waves slammed into the patch of shadow where Nameless was hiding!

Pfft!

The shadow twisted violently. A figure was forcibly shaken out and staggered back three steps, finally revealing his true appearance.

He was a slender man in black, with a face so ordinary he would be impossible to pick out of a crowd. He looked to be around thirty, his face pale and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. In his hand was a black dagger, broken in half, its blade trembling faintly in the lingering thunder.

"You... knew I was there all along?" Nameless rasped, disbelief in his voice.

Su Qingyin slowly turned around. Blood spread across her shoulder like red plum blossoms on snow. Her expression remained calm. "Qingyin does not understand the art of assassination, but she understands music. Wherever sound waves pass, all things have their own 'rhythm.' Though Your Excellency hid in the shadows, without