Old Woman never expected the young officer, who looked greedy and lustful, to turn on her without warning—and for such an outrageously high-minded reason.
She was struck squarely by the table, and scalding meat soup splashed all over her. Before she could even scream, Fang Mo's blade was already upon her.
Pfft!
There was no crisp clang of metal on metal, only the dull sound of a sharp blade slicing through old leather.
The next instant.
A head covered in white hair shot into the air. No blood gushed from the severed neck; only a plume of black smoke billowed out.
Thud.
The head hit the ground and rolled like a punctured ball, coming to a stop beside the threshold. Its cloudy eyes remained wide open, filled with shock and disbelief.
The look of shock quickly vanished from the wrinkled face, replaced by utter resentment and fury.
"Boy! You don't know when to quit!"
"This Tai Sui was bestowed by my lord! How many people beg for it and never get their hands on it? Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, stay here and become fertilizer!"
As she roared, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the area outside.
The two already dilapidated wooden doors exploded apart.
Dense footsteps poured in from all directions, surrounding the isolated earthen house until not even a drop of water could get through.
"Boss, this old hag's tougher than she looks."
Yan Wangchou appeared beside Fang Mo like a ghost. He twirled the short blade in his hand and chopped off a withered hand reaching in through the window.
The severed hand fell to the ground, yet still crawled like a spider, its fingers clawing at the floor with a series of clicking sounds.
"Tough, huh?" Fang Mo sneered and crushed the