CMWKSD -Chapter 28 I Kill for Silver

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a sound came from the bushes.

Jiu Yue wasn’t the least bit afraid. She walked forward and saw a man dressed in brocade.

She was puzzled. The dead thugs all looked vicious and ferocious, yet this brocade-clad man looked every bit like a wealthy idler.

Who was this?

“Master Wang’s younger brother?”

The man let out a howl and sprang to his feet, scrambling backward with both hands and feet. Too terrifying—this wasn’t a person at all, this was a murderous fiend!

Killing people like chopping watermelons—bang, bang, bang—just a few blows, and the infamous villains of Qing Shui County were wiped out to the last one!

His little life wasn’t even enough to fill someone’s teeth!

Jiu Yue bent down and picked up a few small stones.

Pa! One struck the man square on the butt. Wang Chuan yelped, clutched his backside, and ignored the pain as he ran again.

Jiu Yue threw another stone.

Pa! It hit his leg.

Wang Chuan screamed miserably. His leg felt as if it had snapped in two—but compared to his life, what did a broken leg matter?

Dragging the injured leg, he ran toward the mountain. Into the mountains! As long as he got into the mountains, he’d be safe.

Pa! Another sharp sound—his arm went limp and dropped uselessly.

Jiu Yue followed behind at an unhurried pace. As a professional assassin, her night vision was terrifyingly good. Even though Wang Chuan had already run more than fifty meters away, she could still pinpoint exactly where he was.

“How much silver did you give them to kill me?”

Both of Wang Chuan’s legs and arms were completely useless now. He wanted to crawl forward, but realized he couldn’t move his limbs at all.

The bone-deep pain made his entire body tremble.

He banged his head on the ground repeatedly. “I was wrong! I was really wrong!”

Jiu Yue didn’t respond. She’d heard far too many pleas for mercy at death’s door—utterly useless.

Those who deserved to die would still die.

This was the first time she’d killed so many people without getting a single tael of silver. It felt like a loss.

Hearing Jiu Yue’s question, Wang Chuan froze for a moment, then hurriedly said, “You want silver, right? I have some on me. Please, spare my life!”

Jiu Yue’s eyes lit up instantly. She turned, wanting to call her laborer Ji Yiqing over to search him for money—but when she turned her head, she saw Ji Yiqing with a cloth covering his face.

He was frantically tying up the corpses of the bandits she’d killed.

What was this man doing?

Forget it. She condescended to squat down and search Wang Chuan herself.

When she finally pulled out five hundred taels, she was genuinely shocked. “Only five hundred taels?”

Wang Chuan knew it really wasn’t much, but his affair with the concubine had been exposed too quickly. He hadn’t had time to go back and get anything.

These five hundred taels were money he’d deliberately set aside for visiting brothels.

“I… my brother didn’t give me much silver. This is all I have.”

Jiu Yue puffed her cheeks angrily, looking down at Wang Chuan. Five hundred taels to buy her life?

This was downright insulting.

She was the number-one assassin on the ranking list, after all.

Back in the twenty-second century, the bounty on her head was three hundred million!

Her head was worth a fortune—the most valuable assassin’s head of all.

And now? Five hundred taels.

Suddenly, Jiu Yue remembered something. “This silver was given to you by your brother?”

Wang Chuan’s face was smeared with snot and tears as he nodded frantically. “Yes. All my silver comes from my brother.”

Jiu Yue let out a soft laugh. “Then you’re really heartless. Your brother gives you silver to support you, lets you live well and eat well—and you want him dead, want him to have no descendants.”

It was as if something had been struck deep inside Wang Chuan. He immediately stopped begging and instead lay on the ground, raging helplessly. “What do you know?!”

“I’m smarter than my brother, better at studying than my brother, better at business than my brother! And him? He’s nothing but a lowly peddler! He… he just got lucky marrying my sister-in-law…”

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue a few times. “Oh my, oh my. Only incompetent people think like that. You say you’re better than your brother at everything, yet you don’t have as much silver as he does. You can only rely on him.”

“Wait.” Jiu Yue caught something. “You mentioned your sister-in-law.”

She felt like she’d stumbled onto something scandalous. Why did he have to bring up his sister-in-law?

Could it be…

Nothing beats dumplings for food, nothing beats a sister-in-law for fun?

Did this guy actually fancy his brother’s wife?

“Incompetent, useless, and full of delusions. Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Wang Chuan was clearly driven mad by her words. He began roaring wildly, so loud that Jiu Yue’s gaze instantly turned cold.

She squatted down and grabbed Wang Chuan by the chin. His roar was cut off in his throat.

Even though it was pitch-black all around, he could still sense the killing intent radiating from Jiu Yue.

He didn’t care about anything else anymore and mumbled, “Don’t… don’t kill—”

Swish!

Wang Chuan felt a sharp pain in his tongue, then his chin was released.

His mouth felt empty, filled only with the stench of blood.

This little girl!

This little girl had actually cut off his tongue!

Aaaahhh!!!

Jiu Yue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Finally—peace and quiet.

She grabbed one of Wang Chuan’s legs and dragged him back.

Ji Yiqing was drenched in sweat and covered in blood, having already tied up all the bandit corpses on the ground.

Jiu Yue frowned. “What are you doing?”

Her sudden voice nearly scared Ji Yiqing to death. It was the middle of the night, and he was busy disposing of corpses—terrifying enough as it was.

He spun around abruptly and saw Jiu Yue dragging someone behind her, her entire body stained with blood, her face smeared red.

No—maybe not her face. It was his mouth, gushing blood nonstop. “This is…?”

Jiu Yue dropped Wang Chuan’s leg with a pa, not caring at all whether it hurt him. “Wang Sheng’s younger brother, Wang Chuan!”

Ji Yiqing’s face darkened. “So it really was him.”

Jiu Yue couldn’t be bothered with that. She jerked her chin. “What are you doing?”

Ji Yiqing glanced at the bound corpses. “There’s a big river not far ahead. I’m going to throw these bodies into it.”

Only then did Jiu Yue realize that leaving the corpses lying so brazenly on the road wasn’t exactly appropriate.

She hummed in acknowledgment. When she killed people, there was always a special team to clean up afterward, disposing of the bodies completely.

She’d simply forgotten that corpses didn’t just disappear on their own.

“Oh,” Jiu Yue said. “Then hurry up.”

After a moment’s thought, she found Ji Yiqing rather interesting.

If it were anyone else who saw her kill, they’d probably be scared out of their wits. Ji Yiqing, on the other hand, wasn’t frightened at all—and even helped her deal with the bodies.

“Why aren’t you afraid?” she asked.

Ji Yiqing had just hoisted a corpse onto his back when he heard her question. He paused for a moment. “You’re my wife.”

With that, he carried the corpse toward the river. “Besides, these people deserved to die.” If they hadn’t colluded with the magistrate, the crimes they committed would have earned them beheading a thousand times over.

Jiu Yue might be brutal and bloodthirsty, but she never killed indiscriminately. Everyone she killed deserved it.

She raised an eyebrow, not expecting Ji Yiqing to think this way.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a scholar?

His mindset was rather different.

Jiu Yue was absolutely not going to touch corpses. She sat on the carriage frame, watching Ji Yiqing bustle about, with no intention of helping at all.

Ji Yiqing made several trips, panting heavily each time.

When he was done, he covered the blood on the ground with the soil he’d just dug up.

After finishing everything, he looked at Wang Chuan, who was clearly unconscious. “What about him?”

Jiu Yue counted the banknotes Wang Chuan had given her and smiled. “I’ve always charged silver for killing people.”