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The moment his eyes met those of the young master, Wang Meng felt a surge of emotion. The title he had just acquired, "Amazing Beauty," seemed to be branded into his soul, and the power of "Spiritual Eyes" was born in response.
He didn't do anything intentionally; he simply channeled the innate true energy within his body into the depths of his pupils, following a mysterious instinct.
"Buzz!"
In the young man's eyes, the world suddenly lost its sound.
Wang Meng's ordinary face remained unchanged, but his dark pupils seemed to transform into two bottomless black holes in an instant. What burst forth from them was no longer the gaze of an ordinary person, but an invisible divine light containing a vast divine power!
That divine light, like a sharp sword, like a startled swan, instantly pierced through all her pretense and composure!
The young man felt a violent shock to his mind, as if struck by lightning!
Her pride in her shrewdness, her meticulously planned schemes, and even her true identity hidden beneath men's clothing... all of this seemed to become transparent glass before that divine light, clearly seen through and thoroughly understood.
That was an absolute suppression that originated from the very essence of life!
Her pride and her confidence were shattered in that moment.
She even had a ridiculous illusion that if the other party had just one thought, her mind would completely break down and she would become a puppet at his mercy.
The young man's breath hitched, his face turned deathly pale, and he uncontrollably took half a step back before barely managing to regain his balance.
When she looked at Wang Meng again, there was no longer any playfulness or control in her eyes, only unprecedented horror and solemnity.
This is no prisoner to be easily manipulated; he is clearly a prehistoric beast lurking in the abyss!
This pure fear, stemming from the difference in their levels of existence, allowed this fearless little demon girl to experience true "fear" for the first time.
"very good……"
The young man practically spat out those two words through gritted teeth. She noticed that her palms were already covered in cold sweat.
She waved her hand and said casually, "I received the post."
You can get lost now.
Go back and tell your master that he will arrive on time in three days.
"Thank you, sir."
Wang Meng calmly responded and then stood up.
He turned around, still with that respectful demeanor, and slowly withdrew from the inner hall.
Only after his figure completely disappeared outside the door did the young master seem to have all his strength drained away, and his body swayed slightly.
She turned around abruptly, staring intently at the red invitation card, her eyes flashing with unprecedented solemnity, excitement, and... a hint of fear that she herself was unwilling to admit.
Wang Meng!
You really didn't disappoint me!
This game is getting more and more interesting!
Chapter 56: Report! Someone else doesn't have a penis and is still pretending!
The setting sun cast long, streaks of afterglow, like congealed bloodstains, lazily spreading across the bluestone path.
Wang Meng walked out of the back door of Tong Sihai Grain Store at a leisurely pace.
The air was still filled with the smell of grain mixed with damp mustiness, but his coarse cloth servant's clothes, which had been starched and faded, remained clean and crisp.
He walked straight to a tall, black horse tied up at the street corner.
She started changing her clothes on her own.
The moment he loosened his belt, he could clearly feel a sharp, scrutinizing gaze cast from the half-open window on the second floor of the grain store, landing on his back like a leech.
Wang Meng, however, seemed oblivious.
He casually took off the servant's clothes that symbolized his lowly status and tossed them aside.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, his bronze upper body was instantly exposed to the air.
It wasn't the exaggerated muscle mass of a burly warrior, but rather a smooth yet solid line full of explosive power.
Every inch of his skin was taut to the perfect degree, his back was clearly defined, and his broad shoulders, with the muscles undulating slowly like a lurking beast as he stretched his body, were full of primal, masculine pressure.
He opened the cloth bag and slowly changed into a neat black outfit.
The cool fabric against his warm skin seemed to awaken the dormant killing intent and darkness within him.
After getting dressed, he slowly, with a hint of amusement, raised his head and focused his gaze precisely on the window on the second floor.
The curtains in that window visibly and suddenly swayed, clearly startled by his provocative gaze.
Immediately afterwards, a suppressed groan, seemingly mixed with pain and pleasure, drifted faintly from behind the window, deliberate and affected.
Upon hearing this, Wang Meng's lips curled into a wide grin, revealing an undisguised, cold sneer.
"Another guy dressed as a woman, with nothing to his name!"
He muttered to himself, his voice full of disdain, "What are you pretending for?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman dressed in a gray cloth dress, with an ordinary face but extremely capable eyes, appeared silently beside him like a ghost.
She had been following not far away, and only now did she bow down, put her mouth close to Wang Meng's ear, and respectfully reported in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Young Master... the assassin you are looking for has been contacted, and he will come tonight to discuss the details."
Wang Meng hummed in agreement, as if he had expected it.
He mounted his horse with clean and swift movements.
Finally, he glanced at the now silent window out of the corner of his eye, as if looking at a clown.
He gently squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the tall black horse strode off, slowly merging into the crowd and heading towards the courtyard where he was temporarily staying in the south of the city.
The night in Jiaxing is as deep as ink.
Only a few watchmen's clappers echoed in the distant air.
In the courtyard where Wang Meng lived, a solitary lamp cast a dim light, illuminating his calm profile.
He was not asleep; he was simply quietly wiping a short knife of unknown material, his movements steady and unhurried.
There was no wind in the room, but the candle flame suddenly bent to one side without warning, the flame turning from yellow to green, before returning to normal.
The darkness there seemed to come alive, thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved, silently writhing and gathering.
Three slender, graceful figures slowly emerged from the darkness, as if they were an integral part of the night itself.
They were all women, dressed in black clothes that clung tightly to their bodies. Although the clothes covered their bodies completely, revealing not a trace of skin, the unknown material of the fabric accentuated their remarkably developed body curves.
With each breath, the astonishing curve of her chest rose and fell slightly, while her waist remained extremely slender, creating a wild yet alluring contrast with her pert and voluptuous figure.
The woman at the head of the group was the tallest, with her long hair loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, a few strands hanging down beside her ears, swaying gently with her subtle movements.
She did not carry any conspicuous weapons, but her hands, clad in thin black leather gloves and resting on her waist, had long, slender fingers that contained a terrifying power.
She sized up Wang Meng with eyes like the most patient viper observing its prey.
Finally, her red lips, glistening in the candlelight, parted slightly, her voice clear yet strangely hoarse: "Was it you who issued the bounty?"
Before Wang Meng could answer, she extended her tongue and, very slowly and with an unconscious allure, gently licked her lower lip.
Wang Meng's gaze was as calm as an ancient well. He didn't even glance at the woman in the lead, but instead focused his attention on the dim candlelight on the table, as if there was something more interesting hidden in the flickering flame than the three vibrant and alluring bodies before him.
"The person I want to kill is in Jiaxing Prefecture."
His voice was so flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
The woman at the head of the group narrowed her long, phoenix-shaped eyes slightly. Instead of sitting down immediately, she paced around the room with the grace and wariness of a cat.
With each movement, the tight black dress stretched taut across her body, creating even more breathtaking curves, especially around her waist and hips. With every step, her two pert buttocks rolled in the fabric, forming a wave that made one's blood boil.
The two women behind her also moved. They were slightly petite, but their development was in no way inferior to that of the woman in the lead. One of them silently slid to the window, while the other stopped behind the door, forming a solid triangle with Wang Meng and cutting off all possible escape routes for him.
Their movements were fluid and seamless, brimming with deadly coordination.
Throughout the entire process, the room was so quiet that the soft crackling of the candlelight could be heard, and a faint, peculiar fragrance, reminiscent of orchids and musk, emanated from the three women, blending with the old smell of the simple house to create an eerie yet intriguing atmosphere.
"You are very bold."
In the end, it was the woman in the lead who broke the silence first.
She finally sat down slowly, but her posture was very particular. She only sat on one-third of the stool, with her legs together and her back straight. She looked ready to go, like a fully drawn bow.
Her taut posture made her breasts, which were bound by the fabric, appear even more prominent and erect, almost as if they were about to burst out of her clothes.
"The reward states that, regardless of success or failure, one hundred taels of gold will be awarded."
Wang Meng ignored her comments and went straight to the point, his voice flat and emotionless.
"After the matter is accomplished, there will be a generous reward."
One hundred taels of gold!
Even for the elite assassins of the Five Poisons Sect, this was an enormous sum of money that would make their hearts race.
A crack appeared in the woman's usually cold "mask," and her breathing became noticeably rapid for a moment, causing the fabric of her clothes to heave violently.
The woman behind the door subconsciously licked her lips, a greedy glint flashing in her eyes.
Only the woman at the head of the group remained calm, but her fingers, resting on her lap and gloved, unconsciously curled slightly, making a soft "creak" sound as the leather rubbed together.
She stared at Wang Meng, as if trying to discern something from his ordinary face.
"Say it!"
Her voice lowered further, and its husky magnetism became even more pronounced: "Who do you want us to... kill?"
Wang Meng did not answer.
He simply and slowly took out a roll of fine parchment from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.
He didn't unfold it, nor did he intend to hand it over; he simply tapped the scroll lightly with one finger.
Wang Meng leaned back gently, entrusting his entire weight to the pear wood armchair behind him, letting out a steady, reassuring groan.
He was relaxed, but his gaze was as precise as a carving knife.
The light slowly swept across the three mature bodies, clad in black tight-fitting clothes and brimming with primal vitality.
“The people I want to kill!” He paused, savoring the thick atmosphere of anticipation and tension in the air, before slowly saying in a flat, almost monotonous tone, “Quite a few.”
He ignored the sudden tension and rapid breathing of the three female assassins, and calmly took out a roll of fine leather paper from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.