Chapter 315: 315: Trapped in the Role of a Married Woman
Mu Qiuniang ignored him. Since he was uninjured, she decided to deal with these black-clad figures first.
"Who sent you?" Mu Qiuniang asked, "Whoever is willing to speak first, I’ll spare them."
The group of black-clad figures exchanged glances, and finally, one timidly raised his hand, asking, "If I tell, will you really let me go?"
"Hmm!" Mu Qiuniang nodded. What she didn’t say was whether she’d let them go alive or dead.
"You traitor!"
"How dare you betray the boss!"
"Old Three, are you crazy?! Even if you get out, the organization won’t let you off."
"Exactly, the boss is still here!"
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"Even if I don’t speak, will the organization let us go for failing the mission?" The black-clad figure pointed at their leader and said, "He sent us."
Jiang Nuo: Why does he feel this kid’s acting is even better than his own?
Mu Qiuniang raised her hand, wanting to strike down this black-clad figure mocking her, but reminded of Jiang Nuo beside her, she restrained herself.
"Hahaha..." The black-clad figure burst into laughter, "Old Three, you’re too talented!"
"Hahaha... exactly, Old Three, how are you so witty? We didn’t see you being this clever on normal days."
The black-clad figure called Old Three was a bit confused: "I’m telling the truth, why are you laughing?"
"Pfft... no! We weren’t laughing, really weren’t!" The black-clad figures laughed even harder.
Mu Qiuniang’s expression grew colder.
This time, even Jiang Nuo felt the chill. He knew his wife was truly angry.
"Can you step aside a bit?" Mu Qiuniang suppressed her anger, speaking to Jiang Nuo. The last time, because of her killing, he felt uneasy, and she didn’t want them both to feel unhappy because of it again.
"Should I cover my ears or my eyes?" Hearing her question, Jiang Nuo guessed why and hesitated before speaking.
"Cover them both." Mu Qiuniang stared into his eyes and said seriously.
Jiang Nuo hesitated for a moment, then turned around, covering his ears. Although he didn’t know what Mu Qiuniang would do, since she didn’t want him to see, the act must be something he couldn’t accept just yet.
Even if it was self-deception, he vaguely sensed that even if he didn’t want to accept it now, Mu Qiuniang’s behavior might be considered normal to other cultivators, right?
Only someone like him, living in a peaceful era, seemed out of place.
Mu Qiuniang saw his actions, sighed in relief, and with a flick of her brush, an invisible barrier appeared behind Jiang Nuo—ensuring that even if he hadn’t covered his ears or turned away, he still wouldn’t see or hear what she was doing.
However, she could conceal the entire killing process, but she did not want to hide that she had killed.
After that incident, she thought about it. Even if she wanted to conceal it, it would only be temporary. If she really wanted to be with him for lifetimes, she had to let him enter the real cultivation world sooner or later, rather than always "protect" him.
Once the barrier was established, Mu Qiuniang’s demeanor instantly changed, becoming even more cold, fierce, and filled with killing intent.
The black-clad figures who were laughing wildly just moments ago now seemed as if someone had choked them; they couldn’t laugh anymore.
Damn it! Clearly the same person, why such a huge difference after that man turned his back?! If before she was like a mere cold mountain of snow, now she was a chilling manifestation of a god of death on earth.
Suddenly, they realized they seemed to have provoked someone they shouldn’t have!
A black-clad figure swallowed hard: "L-Lady, actually Old Three wasn’t lying, it was indeed the boss who sent us."
Mu Qiuniang didn’t speak a single word, only took a step forward, then another, and another, slowly and imposing, closing in on them bit by bit.
It was like the beating of war drums, each beat heavier than the last, drumming heavily in their hearts, sending shivers down their spines, breaking into a cold sweat.
The black-clad figure who spoke quickened his pace: "Really, Ma’am, the task was taken by the boss, only he had contact with the contact man, the rest of us were just following orders, knowing nothing..."
Mu Qiuniang suddenly halted five steps away from them, but her emotionless face, devoid of any feelings, kept their hearts hanging without relief, fearing something bad was about to happen.
As expected, Mu Qiuniang raised her arm, despite a certain distance, her brush moved in the air, and ripples spread out.
Then, the ripple reached the neck of the speaking black-clad figure, like a rope, winding up and lifting, as if a strong man was choking him from behind, causing him to struggle to breathe and inevitably thrash about.
"H-help..."
He called for help from his companions, but all they did was widen their fearful eyes, none daring to utter a sound.
The White Rose Vine detached from his body, and an unseen force lifted him by the neck into the air.
"Ugh..."
He struggled in agony, flailing his hands, trying to free whatever was strangling his neck. But no matter how much he clawed, desperately trying to tear his neck apart, he caught nothing.
In the end, he wasn’t strangled but tore his own throat open, blood gushing forth, spraying on his companions who watched in horror, dying with eyes wide in terror and reluctance.
All were stunned, including the black-clad leader, left with their mouths agape, not knowing how to react. Fear nearly seized all their nerves.
He, he died just like that?!
It wasn’t this terrifying woman who directly killed him, but she forced him into killing himself?!
A pair of hands, without using spiritual power or any weapon, but just forcefully tearing open his own throat...
Thinking about this, all felt a pain in their throats. Especially the black-clad leader, fearing his end would be more gruesome than that of his black-clad subordinate.
He quickly looked at the cold woman, only to meet her equally cold and ruthless eyes, staring at him as if observing a piece of meat on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, depending solely on her mood.
"Waaah... it’s too terrifying! I don’t want to die like this!"
"Boss, better confess, why were we told to mess with her husband?"
"Who leaked the info? Weren’t we told Jiang Nuo was just an ordinary man? How did they overlook such a terrifying person?"
"Boss, we’re doomed!"
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The black-clad leader wanted to say he knew they were doomed, but what could be done? Even if he wanted to confess, he needed something to confess with.
Did they not understand their organization? They always communicated through single lines. His contact only gave him the task without any explanation; he merely guessed some parts, how could that count?
Moreover, he didn’t even know who his contact was. And even among these black-clad figures, they only knew each other’s code names, not who they truly were.