Chapter 847: Yes!

Chapter 847: Yes!>*Warning: the scene below (at the second half of the chapter) might be a bit bloody for readers under 13 years old. Readers' discretion is required. *

The battlefield.

Not a single one of them expected Nan Hua to say this to them.

Mu Yan looked at her hand and thought of the days when she was first assigned to Nan Hua. At that time, Nan Hua was only 8 years old and had only arrived at Old Master Nan's Residence.

She always felt that Nan Hua was cold and distant.

She was such an expressionless person.

But after staying with Nan Hua, Mu Yan realized that it was not like Nan Hua was always so cold. It was because she was brought up to be cold. Her environment had caused her to close up, not allowing anyone to get close to her.

Thus, Mu Yan was also being careful.

At the same time, she was trained in martial arts and knew that she had to use her skill to protect her young miss when it was necessary.

Soon, Nan Hua told them what she wanted them to do and their expression changed greatly.

That's...

"Can you do it?"

"Leave it to me, Miss." Xiao Yun took a deep breath then nodded. Beside her, Ran also nodded her head repeatedly.

Chu Yue looked at Mu Yan and the two of them also nodded their head.

They would do anything to make sure that they could finish the task that was given to them today.

Nan Hua looked at her four maidservants with an indifferent expression. She slowly nodded her head. "Depart tonight with Ku. She'll guide you to the temple and the courtyard that had been prepared."

"Yes, Miss!"

Xiao Yun and Ran departed, leaving only Mu Yan and Chu Yue staying behind. The two of them were looking at Nan Hua curiously so that they would know what their task would be.

"When I leave as Nan, you two will follow as soldier." Nan Hua looked at the two girls.

Chu Yue was tall and had slender body. It was not hard for her to blend among the soldiers. Besides, her skill as martial artist was also top notch even among many other people.

On the other hand, Mu Yan was shorter. Nan Hua was still shorter, though. This height would make her a bit eye catching among other soldiers. The problem was that neither one of them might have any increase in height anymore.

Girls usually stopped growing when they were around 11-14 years old. There were some rare cases when they could still grow taller when they were older, but it didn't seem very likely for the three of them.

"Try not to catch anyone's eyes."

"Yes, Miss."

...

>*back to the present*

"It's over here, Young Master." Fei Mao's voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs.

Nan Hua didn't answer and merely released some kind of pressure from her body.

The scorching killing intent permeated from Nan Hua's body.

It was kind of an invisible pressure, one that couldn't be explained easily with words. But those who came into contact with it would feel as if their entire body was facing a wall that pressed them down.

This pressure... stopped them from doing whatever they wanted.

Those without strong willpower would cower or even faint when they encountered this invisible pressure.

Fei Mao nearly chocked on the air.

'So cold and terrifying.'

As someone who could be called a slave that stayed by Nan Hua's side, Fei Mao had long seen Nan Hua's skill and ability from close distance. For most of Nan Hua's mission, Fei Mao would be the helper who helped her write the word 'Dark Moon.'

A form of advertisement.

And also to announce their existence and prowess.

There were not many missions that Nan Hua took, but all of them always ended up perfectly well. Even if there was some mishap in the middle, Nan Hua would handle them well without much problem in her end.

It could be said that she could perfectly finish all missions alone.

He was only there to... write.

But despite the low number of people Nan Hua killed, this terrifying pressure was not one that Fei Mao encountered. He felt as if the number of people Nan Hua had killed actually amounted much more than what he had seen in the mission.

It was just his instinct.

Thud!

Under the pressure, the guard who was guarding there flopped to the ground. He was unable to stand straight and face the pressure head on anymore. It was as if he could be killed at any moment.

The prisoners were varying. Some of them were trembling. Some of them directly passed out.

Nan Hua entered the prison and looked at Fei Mao, whose face had turned pale. The lighting here was dim, but it was not hard for her to see that he was trying hard not to vomit.

The reason?

This place reeked out of blood, sweat, and many other fluids combining together. If there were no long stairs along with that empty room that had been put with various sweet smells, there was no doubt that the people upstairs would be able to smell this terrifying smell.

Thankfully, the door was usually closed and the people here would clean up once a week to disperse the waste.

It was just that this was the sixth day and they hadn't cleaned up yet thanks to the row of prisoners that they caught recently. There was no doubt that the place was so smelly that it could easily make one throw up.

"Smile."

"Yes?" Fei Mao was stunned.