The living room was a complete mess.
Shattered glass covered the floor. Only half the coffee table's frame remained, toppled crookedly to one side. Bloodstains and drag marks were everywhere, and the dark red splashed across the wall was still slowly running downward. The heavy stench of blood filled the air.
Lu Xiu walked through the wreckage and sat back down on the sofa.
She casually set the blood-soaked Nameless Blade on what remained of the coffee table's metal frame, her head lowered slightly. A few somewhat disheveled strands of black hair fell from her forehead and slid along her cheeks, half-veiling the dried flecks of blood there.
That faint, almost accidental concealment only made her skin seem whiter than snow, giving her a breathtaking, sickly beauty.
She had killed six people outright.
And her methods could hardly be called gentle. Was it because of the instance dungeon's influence?
Because she had cleared the Sekiro instance dungeon again and again, playing the role of Wolf each time, slaughtering the monsters inside, and then grown used to it?
That was part of the reason.
But it was only one part. The other reason was probably... that she was Lu Xiu now.
Right now, she hated it when others invaded her private space.
A whole group of people.
They had suddenly barged into her home, suddenly said all sorts of inexplicable things, and suddenly threatened her.
She was Lu Xiu now... but that did not mean she was only Lu Xiu.
The one who was slender and sensitive, who would blush over baffling little things, and was even a little timid, was her.
But the one who was fierce, domineering, and hot-blooded was also her.
"At least this proves the body really doesn't affect combat."
Lu Xiu looked away. After figuring out