Showing Guests the Door and... Perfect Blood

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"Very good. Since he made a living doing this, it seemed he hadn't slacked off in his human anatomy studies."

When a blood-covered figure, desperately clutching his chest and abdomen, clearly unsteady on his feet, still staggered toward the courtyard wall in an attempt to leave by the way he had come, Li Yun walked to the door and thoughtfully pulled open the courtyard gate for him.

"Guest, you can leave this way now."

—He was surprisingly polite.

But this guest, who had taken thirteen knife wounds, might have possessed physical qualities beyond those of an ordinary person and had desperately avoided vital areas while "cutting himself," yet his face had already gone pale and his gaze was beginning to lose focus.

He did not even dare look directly at the homeowner again.

Oh, the extra two cuts were because his initial cuts had not been "deep" enough, his sincerity insufficient, forcing him to start over.

It had to be said that, while enduring intense pain and massive blood loss, this white man with considerable professional skill had somehow managed to control his blade from beginning to end, avoiding excessive damage to major organs and the risk of severe hemorrhaging.

Not everyone had that kind of mental fortitude and skill.

With every step this now shambling man took, swaying heavily as though he might collapse at any moment, large droplets of blood rolled from his already soaked sleeves and pant legs toward the ground. Yet the instant they truly touched the ground, they vanished like smoke under scorching heat.

There was not even the slightest smell of blood in the air.

Naturally, Frank himself did not notice