The person making the footsteps.
It was the hostess's father-in-law.
He was just about to hang a "Happy Birthday" banner behind Wu Xian. Feeling the movement behind him, Wu Xian tensed up even more.
Soon, the rustling stopped.
He must have finished hanging the banner.
But the old man didn't leave. He stood behind Wu Xian, and the sound of a zipper being pulled came from him.
"Don't tell me the old man's taking off his clothes!"
"..."
The four evil spirits suddenly burst into laughter. Wu Xian's confusion delighted them. Their laughter was full of mockery and malice, and their eyes held both contempt and hatred as they looked at him.
But just as he was about to look away, he heard a dog bark.
It could fire one long, continuous blade, break it into several tiny blades, or shape it into an S or an X.
She let out a piercing scream, the corners of her mouth splitting open. Her teeth were jagged and sharp, nothing a human could grow. Her limbs twisted backward in an instant, and she charged at Wu Xian like a spider, her vicious maw aimed at his throat.
The four of them gathered around Wu Xian again.
"Do you really think I'm that easy to bully?"
"So you're the ones behind this!"
One-hit kill!
The Flying Blade Curse's power had been proven once again!
The kindly old man turned around to face Wu Xian.
The old man's body had been split in two, while the old woman had been decapitated. The daughter of the family lay in front of a cabinet, a huge bloody hole in her abdomen—the work of Wu Xian's circular Flying Blade Technique.
The coldness inside Wu Xian disappeared.
Wu Xian watched helplessly as he approached. At last, he slammed