Chapter 394: 182 Vast Ocean (Second Shift)

Chapter 394: 182 Vast Ocean (Second Shift)

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Inside the room, the young man lying on the bed suddenly leaped up, his flying dagger sliding into his palm at the same moment.

He peered through the peephole, but the corridor outside was empty.

At that moment, a knock on the door startled him once again.

In the silent night, it sent chills down his spine.

With one hand gripping the doorknob, the young man squinted and opened the door a crack.

From the gap, a cold night breeze wafted in, carrying with it an intoxicating, faint fragrance that drifted into his nostrils.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

A slender, fair hand held onto the doorframe, and the youth’s eyes narrowed. The flying dagger spun in his palm, springing forth in a flash as he opened the door.

“Snap!” The room was suddenly brightly lit.

With a grin, the young lady sauntered in, her elegant hand raised as the flying dagger nailed a bullseye on the target hanging on the wall opposite.

The boy stared wide-eyed as she entered, his heart sinking instantly.

The only explanation for how she found his address so quickly was that he had been exposed from the very beginning.

If she came alone, it must mean she was fully prepared.

But in any case, there was no possibility of leaving empty-handed.

No turning back, the arrow had to be released.

In those eyes, Ming Jing saw her own reflection.

Even though he was at her mercy, the boy didn’t show any signs of shame or anger, but tried to stand upright instead.

“Don’t waste your energy. This is a special sedative I concocted myself. Once exposed, it leaves one helpless for three days. If you attempt to resist, it will reverse your meridians and attack your vital organs. I’ve named it ‘Beautiful Lady.’ You see, your helpless demeanor right now is so like a beauty toyed with by fate.”

Ming Jing’s voice was soft and gentle like water, but it sounded to him like a call from hell.

“Kill me,” the boy closed his eyes.

“What’s your name?”

The boy refused to say.

Ming Jing smiled, “Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. I’ll give you a chance to live.”

The boy opened his eyes and frowned at her.

“As per WT’s rules, failure is not an option. If you can’t bring back the head of your target, the only thing you can return with is your own. You are talented, but your master put you in the wrong place.”

Ming Jing shook her head and sighed.

The boy’s pupils shrank, his gaze filled with disbelief. “Who are you?”

Ming Jing smoothed her skirt, sublime and otherworldly, smiling faintly, “An ordinary person.”

At that moment, the aura around her seemed to envelop her like mist, emitting a faint golden hue, as if she were a divine being, holy and ephemeral, unreachable.

“You have three days to think it over,” Ming Jing smiled as she patted his shoulder and left gracefully.

As she reached the door, she stopped but didn’t turn around, “Sink forever in the darkness or walk with me on the path of redemption. The choice is in your hands.”