Mu Yang, I'll Tear You to Pieces!

Time galloped like a horse, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

After an ordinary street patrol, it was time for Mu Yang to finish his shift.

It was also time to attend the Hu Family's banquet.

Mu Yang still wore that jet-black fitted outfit, the Feather-Command Broadblade at his waist. Empty-handed, he strode toward the Hu Family estate.

As one of Qingxi County's Three Great Families, the Hu Family estate covered an enormous area. Its vermilion gates alone spanned several zhang, looking even more imposing than the County Office's entrance.

At that moment, Hu Lu was waiting before the stone carvings by the gate.

Upon seeing Mu Yang approach, he immediately hurried over with a beaming smile. "Head Constable Mu, you've arrived. My master and madam have long prepared a banquet and have been awaiting your honored presence!"

As he spoke, he instinctively reached out to help carry something, only to discover that Mu Yang's hands were completely empty.

The corner of his eye twitched. He immediately withdrew his hand without a trace and led Mu Yang inside.

Upon entering the Hu Family estate, Mu Yang saw pavilions and towers, carved beams and painted rafters, exotic flowers and strange grasses, their fragrance filling the air.

Judging by its furnishings and style, it was far superior to the Wang Family estate.

Only...

Mu Yang looked around at the maidservants hurrying along with lowered heads, too afraid to speak, and the servants whose bodies were taut and whose hearts pounded like thunder.

Why did the atmosphere in this Hu Family estate feel so wrong?

This was far too tense.

Even if five hundred axemen had been lying in ambush inside the residence, there was no need to be this nervous.

Could Hu Wanshan truly be planning to serve him a Hongmen Banquet?

If that was the case...

That would be wonderful!!

While Mu Yang was considering this, Hu Lu quickly led him to an exquisite small courtyard behind the estate.

"Head Constable Mu, this way please. Madam and Master are waiting for you inside!" Hu Lu said with his head lowered.

Madam and Master?

Hearing the order reversed from what Hu Lu had said outside the estate, Mu Yang raised an eyebrow.

Was Hu Wanshan so afraid of his wife?

Why had Mu Yang never heard any rumors about Madam Hu being particularly formidable?

With that thought, Mu Yang stepped into the courtyard.

There was nothing particularly distinctive about the courtyard's decor, except for a large round redwood table in its center, laden with exquisite dishes and fine wine.

At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man so fat that bloated was the only word to describe him.

Though he wore a luxurious brocade robe, his excessively large belly, stubby limbs, and round head made him look rather comical.

The woman seated at his right, on the other hand, was strikingly gorgeous.

She wore a bright red gown that hugged her curves. Tall and slender, with skin white as snow, brows like distant green mountains, fingers like tender scallions, and a crimson cinnabar beauty mark between her brows, she exuded several extra measures of seduction.

Without exaggeration, Madam Hu was even more breathtaking and alluring than Hu Mei, whose throat Mu Yang had crushed at Fragrant Pavilion that day.

But could anyone really be this absurdly beautiful?

Mu Yang had his doubts.

Perhaps because he harbored suspicions, or perhaps because he simply wanted to find fault, Mu Yang noticed that something was very wrong with Hu Wanshan's aura.

Xue She had once told him that among Qingxi County's Three Great Families, aside from Liu Qingke, the Liu Family head who served as County Assistant, the heads of both the Wang and Hu Families were Third Rank Blood-Marrow Realm Perfection martial artists.

Blood-Marrow Realm martial artists, unless they deliberately concealed themselves, all possessed breath like a blazing furnace and vigorous vitality.

Yet Hu Wanshan gave him no sense of vigorous vitality whatsoever. Instead, he was calmer than a stagnant pool, like a puppet on strings.

Wait, a puppet on strings...

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly as the blue-quality Keen Sense of Smell trait suddenly activated.

A trace of fragrance entered his nostrils, elegant and faint, carrying a subtle calming, spirit-soothing effect.

Yet beyond that, he also keenly detected a fragrance that seemed capable of stirring desire.

It was exactly like Hu Mei, whose throat he had crushed in Fragrant Pavilion that day.

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Wonderful. This trip hadn't been wasted!

This bitch was a Fox Demon too!

In an instant, a brilliant gleam burst from Mu Yang's eyes, and even his normally indifferent face curved into a sincere smile.

Seeing Mu Yang stare fixedly at her, with undisguised delight on his face, Hu Xin smiled sweetly and said in a coquettish voice, "This humble woman is Hu Xin. Greetings, Head Constable Mu~~"

As she spoke, she casually lifted a cup of wine from the table. Before Hu Wanshan's eyes, she swayed toward Mu Yang, her voice soft and seductive.

"Head Constable Mu is young and accomplished, so virile and handsome. You are truly an outstanding talent beneath heaven. This humble woman offers Head Constable Mu a toast~~"

Her steps were light, like a fluttering butterfly. With every step she took, the enticing fragrance around her grew stronger.

Seeing that she had drawn so close and Mu Yang still had no reaction, Hu Xin's pride carried a trace of contempt.

Originally, she had thought this famed genius Mu Yang was some Liu Xia Hui who kept women at arm's length and remained unmoved even with a beauty in his lap. Who would have thought that merely displaying a little beauty would be enough to take him down so easily?

Sure enough, what sort of genius could a small place possibly produce?

Never mind. He was still a Third Rank martial artist. After she drained his Yang energy, he could guard the house and courtyard.

Yet just as she thought this and approached Mu Yang, he suddenly moved!

There was no warning and no pointless talk.

Mu Yang drew the Feather-Command Broadblade from his waist like lightning, his surging Blood Qi rushing through his body like a rolling river.

Three-Breath Lightness Third Breath: Fullness

Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Subduing Blade Technique--Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Subduing!

The blade light was like a bolt of white silk, so swift that its path could not be seen at all!

Hu Xin only felt as though a high dragon's cry rang beside her ears, while before her loomed the ferocious might of a savage tiger.

The next moment, a gorgeous head bearing an expression of stunned disbelief soared into the sky.

With a bang, it crashed onto the redwood table.

The feast of wine and dishes instantly became a complete mess.

A breeze swept through the courtyard. The bloated man remained motionless before the table holding the severed head, while not far away, the headless corpse in a red gown stood rooted in place.

The sight was utterly bizarre.

Mu Yang did not sheathe his blade. He stood with it lowered, looking at Hu Xin, who had yet to fall, his brows slightly furrowed.

Something was wrong. There had been no notification for equipment solidification.

Was Hu Xin too weak, or...

Had she not died at all?

He soon had his answer.

Hu Xin's head, which had rolled onto the redwood table, wore a savage expression, completely stripped of its former bewitching charm.

Her soul-hooking peach blossom eyes turned into vertical pupils, and her neat little teeth became sharp and pointed, like a maddened fox.

"Ah--!!"

A piercing shriek suddenly exploded from her mouth, making Mu Yang's eardrums swell painfully.

At the same time, Hu Xin's headless body underwent a sudden transformation. Pale pink flesh buds wriggled rapidly from her severed neck.

Within only a few breaths, a gorgeous head draped in long hair regrew.

Her face was several shades paler than before, however, and all seductiveness had faded from it, leaving behind only boundless resentment and fury.

Only after Hu Xin's head had fully recovered did the fallen head on the table fall silent, finally transforming into an ordinary-looking male head.

"Mu Yang, I'll slice you into a thousand pieces, pull out your tendons, skin you alive, drink your blood, and make sure you can never be reborn for all eternity!!!"

Hu Xin's voice was sharp and grating, the killing intent in her eyes nearly solidifying into substance.

If she had not awakened the rare innate spell of the Calamity Heart Fox clan—Heart-Sync Life-Substitute—

That blade strike would truly have killed her!!

Now, she had utterly lost any desire to toy with Mu Yang. She only wanted him dead, torn into pieces before her very eyes!!