Han Shuang's Persistent Battles! The Trapped Assassin!

Moonlight flowed like water, and the intermittent chirping of insects echoed through the night.

In a dark corner, two assassins eavesdropped against the wall, coiled and ready to strike.

Yet, after waiting and waiting, they received no signal, and could not help but begin to doubt themselves.

"This shouldn't be. This poison cost a fortune; I only bought one portion, how could it be the wrong one!?"

"What is Han Shuang thinking? Could she have changed her mind and suddenly fallen in love with that Blood Butcher? Come to think of it, the Blood Butcher does have a certain charm..."

"Impossible. Han Shuang carries the hatred of a fallen nation in her heart; she hates him to the bone and would never fall for the Blood Butcher!"

"I've got it. The Blood Butcher's cultivation is profound and his physique is too strong. Our poison isn't potent enough; we need to increase the dosage."

"This poison is very expensive!"

"Once we take his head, we'll have everything. Are you still stingy about this little bit of money? Buy it!"

They kept watch all night, but the signal never came.

The two assassins left in dejection, gritting their teeth against the pain as they took out their remaining savings to purchase incense capable of poisoning a Fangshi.

To avoid being discovered by Zhao Cheng, they specifically bought the most expensive variety: colorless, odorless, and devoid of any other abnormalities.

"This incense is impossible to guard against. As long as one inhales it for a while, the effects will quietly take hold, and the victim won't even notice."

"By the time they realize it, it will already be too late."

"This time it will surely succeed. Let Han Shuang try again."

"I'm afraid Han Shuang can't do it anymore. I passed by quietly