Deciphering the Subjective Specialty

Stepping out of the snow and into the town was like stepping from crisp purity into the bustle of everyday life.

Yu Xing leaned against a tree reduced to nothing but its bare trunk, watching Yan Li disappear into the town one step at a time.

Before long, Yan Li had passed the nearest house.

By any measure, this should have counted as "entering Nanshui Town."

Yu Xing fixed his gaze on Yan Li's back, not missing the slightest detail. Yan Li kept walking without a hint of stiffness, as if nothing had happened.

Just then, a middle-aged woman on the third floor of a house opened a window and leaned out to look. She noticed Yan Li too. The hand she'd been about to use to close the window paused, and she didn't move for a long while.

"That woman's acting strange." Yu Xing narrowed his eyes. Since they were going to be working together for the time being anyway, he asked Hua Subai, "Look at that middle-aged woman. What do you think she's about to do?"

In Yu Xing's view, the woman's head was turning little by little to follow Yan Li's figure. She even leaned half her body out of the window.

She leaned farther and farther forward. Her somewhat plump body seemed to be stretching longer by the moment, and a ravenous expression came over her face, like that of someone looking at a delicious feast.

Her right hand slowly emerged, gripping a cleaver. The woman stared fixedly at Yan Li and pointed the blade at him from afar, as if figuring out how to throw it so it would put a hole in his head.

Yan Li, who should have noticed her gaze immediately, remained completely oblivious. After walking a certain distance, he turned and