Late at night.
Bai Ye lay on the spacious bed, his consciousness being pulled into the depths of the sea as usual. He had gone to play with Undersea Bai.
The room was warm and peaceful, with the bedside lamp leaving behind a soft glow that illuminated the dark patterns on the carpet.
Outside the window, the cold wind howled, accompanied by the rustling of withered leaves hitting the ground. Everything felt empty and desolate.
Suddenly, the door creaked open inwardly in an eerie manner. There was no friction from the hinges, no movement of air—it was pushed open by an invisible force in absolute silence.
Then, faint footprints appeared one after another on the vintage carpet. One step, then another, steadily moving toward the bedside, as though invisible feet were stepping on the plush surface and leaving fleeting indentations.
Wushe stopped beside the bed and looked at the sleeping Bai Ye, a vicious grin curling across his lips.
An incomparably sharp boning knife slowly slid out from his waist. Its blade shifted continuously over Bai Ye's neck, as though considering which angle would be most suitable.
"The Cunning Rabbit, leader of the Zodiac, actually has quite a handsome face." A flash of envy crossed Wushe's eyes, and he felt the urge to slash Bai Ye's face apart.
But he restrained himself. He was an assassin, not some deranged serial killer. He still had to maintain professional ethics.
Killing without torturing was always his principle.
More importantly, he knew Bai Ye could teleport. Against a target like this, if he missed his first strike, killing him again would be difficult.
"I'll be taking Cunning Rabbit's head!"
Swish!
A chilling flash of light swept past, and a neat line of blood appeared across Bai Ye's neck.
A smile tugged at Wushe's