Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 824 - 637 Thousand Faces Tower + - 638 Ghost Cry Forest_2
Chapter 824: Chapter 637 Thousand Faces Tower + Chapter 638 Ghost Cry Forest_2
No.
Don’t use that sword light.
If that house servant armed with a syringe-like hidden weapon’s target had been us, instead of wearing heavy armor, we’d have been riddled with holes ten times out of ten.
’Luckily, the assassin targeted those eight kids.’ This thought quickly crossed Mr. Yu’s mind, but he silently spat and scolded himself—what kind of nonsense was that?
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A flash of shame washed over him, followed by an intense fury. Mr. Yu shouted sternly: "There’s a traitor among us, hidden incredibly well, investigate..."
"No need, it’s not a traitor."
Zhou Ping’an shook his head.
"This person’s face shows signs of disguise, likely a temporary transformation into the appearance of one of the brothers here."
The Spring Rain Saber Zhang Qing, leader of the Four Seasons Saber, lunged forward. He rubbed the face of the house servant who died with open eyes and pinched their brows, revealing that their face had indeed changed. At the same time, oily makeup smeared across his fingertips.
"It’s disguise, after all, and done amidst chaos—killing, transforming into another face, blending seamlessly into the crowd, not being discovered. What a skilled assassin."
"Not to mention, this person wielded an ultimate deadly weapon like the Rain Pear Blossom Needle. Clearly, their background is extraordinary, but whose hand is behind them?"
"Exactly, it’s such a pity they died too quickly. Urgency left no chance for capturing someone alive." Peng Qiuyan clicked his tongue in amazement, cold sweat breaking under the assassin’s sheer cunning.
"Who said we didn’t leave someone alive?" Zhou Ping’an smiled faintly, "Why do you think I stayed in the temple without moving an inch? It was to guard against these malicious spirits..."
As his words fell, a silver needle, no thicker than ox hair, appeared in his hand.
Swoosh!
With a flick of his middle finger.
The silver needle shot through the air toward a spot not far away.
There, a red-faced guard was crouched, stirring a fire with one hand and holding a small vial in the other, trying to pop the lid open with his thumb.
He’d just bent down.
His body froze in place, unable to move, already pierced at the tailbone by the silver needle.
His figure wobbled and collapsed, the porcelain vial rolling to the ground from his grasp.
"Guo Wei!"
Mr. Yu’s heart surged with shock once again.
Of course, he recognized this guard.
He’d always followed by his side, counted as one of the Zhao Family’s top guards, earning thirty taels of silver monthly, and reached the Yijin Realm.
Had this person also been replaced?
He rushed forward urgently, rubbing Guo Wei’s face, and noticed the red-black grease paint on his fingertips, instilling deep unease in his heart.
"They must be Thousand Faces Tower assassins."
"This porcelain vial likely contained some potent toxic smoke. If unnoticed and thrown into the fire, within mere breaths, everyone here would’ve fallen for the trick."
Zhou Ping’an glanced at the fake Guo Wei before ignoring him further. Even though the false guard blended perfectly with the ordinary house servants and guards, the palpable malice emanating like a burning torch betrayed him.
If an intent to kill doesn’t arise, Zhou Ping’an detects little. After all, his spiritual power and soul strength have been severely suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth.
He can’t even use his abilities to search or sense beyond his body.
Nonetheless, should anyone harbor killing intent toward him, not sensing it would be laughably underestimating his awareness of danger.
Just like the fake house servant earlier, or the false guard before him.
Each acted on a single intent and was immediately doomed to fail.
Zhou Ping’an didn’t worry if there were others among the crowd disguised and posing under altered identities.
Even if Mr. Yu struggled to identify them, as long as the opponent wasn’t as calm as still water, a mere glance from Zhou Ping’an would expose them completely.
"If interested, you can interrogate them. Though I presume nothing will come of it..."
It’s clear these two were professional assassins likely from a grand organization, taking contracts to earn silver. And assassinations of this sort typically make it extremely difficult to trace back to the client.
Even if you found the contact, they might not be the true mastermind but just a decoy layered under false covers. Spending effort investigating their employer is less rewarding than simply eating a hearty meal and getting a good night’s sleep.
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Chapter 638 - Ghost Cry Forest
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"Bring Brother Xia over."
After all, they were in the same boat, and leaving him unattended felt wrong. Zhou Ping’an said this and acted accordingly.
Xia Yiming, struck in the left chest by the spearman’s blow, hovered on the brink of life and death. He desperately twisted his body to avoid the fatal wound piercing his heart. Though he escaped immediate death, his injury remained dire.
The spear tip skimmed by his heart, piercing clean through.
Though Zhang Qing’s Blood Stopping technique stemmed the bleeding, the damage was severe. His heart’s bloodstream had been harmed, leaving him barely alive, teetering on the edge, ready to exhale his last breath at any moment.
"Can he be saved?"
With a blink of his eyes, Zhang Qing had already prepared himself for his second brother’s death. Upon hearing this, his spirit was instantly reinvigorated.
"Fortunately, he didn’t die instantly; that’s his luck."
With Zhou Ping’an’s Life and Death Impermanence Needle at the Completion Realm, dealing with such injuries could only restrain part of the harm. He could ignite endless vitality within Xia Yiming’s body, allowing him to recover entirely in plain sight.
But that would be too shocking.
Better to let him rest and heal for one night.
Otherwise, when everyone sets off tomorrow, someone would inevitably have to care for him.
As for the ten-plus dead house servants and guards, they were unmentioned. Among the remaining twenty-some injured, including Yang Sword’s He Sixi and Winter Snow Blade’s Wang Zhi, all recovered gradually with Zhou Ping’an’s silver needle stimulating their vitality.
"Thank you, sir."
"A great favor from you, sir. We owe you forever. If you ever have orders, we, the Four Seasons Saber, will not hesitate to traverse fire and blade."
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