Drawn into the Hidden Undertow
Once the game of hunting down the rebels began, the light in the place grew dimmer and dimmer. All the lamps went out, leaving only a few weak candles along the corridor walls, some of which had been deliberately extinguished. As a result, most of the palace was shrouded in darkness.
There were no candles at the corner where Xu Huo stood, but there were some on the opposite wall. In the dim light, the purple eyes beneath the butterfly mask seemed to shimmer, brilliant as the stars.
"Are your eyes a game effect?" he asked.
The other masks covered the entire face, but this woman's did not. Her butterfly mask covered only the upper half and didn't imitate an animal's expression. Her nose and lips were exposed, and she smiled as she said, "Have you never heard of Purple Doll Pupils? Their eyes glow when they want to kill someone."
Xu Huo admired her beautiful eyes. "I couldn't tell you wanted to kill me."
The woman's red lips curled up. "It seems you really don't know who I am. You're looking for the Fox who ran away. He went that way."
Xu Huo glanced in the direction she pointed. When he turned back, the woman was already walking toward the candles ahead. Vison Meny, who had disappeared moments ago, stood beneath their glow and extended a hand gracefully. "Madam, are you pleased with this little welcoming gift?"
The purple-eyed woman rested her right hand lightly on his palm. Only after he had kissed the back of her hand did she say, "Lost lambs are everywhere. Mr. Meny, you have a heavy responsibility ahead of you."
"Just call me Vison." Vison Meny reluctantly let her go. "This isn't the best spot for sightseeing. Please come