Chapter 7: The Coin of the Severed Hand

The sudden change came too swiftly; Xu Qi didn’t even have time to react, staring blankly as a short arrow sprouted from Zhao Qing’s back.

Tan Jiuding’s face showed astonishment as he fixed his gaze on her small crossbow. Only then did she hesitantly wave her hand. “No… it wasn’t me.”

In the next instant, another gust of wind surged forward!

In a flash, Tan Jiuding’s long arm swept up the square stool from before, raising it high as a shield. With a solid “thud,” it intercepted another arrow! Judging by its trajectory, this arrow was aimed at the stunned Ming Liu nearby. The skill was identical to that of someone shooting at the blood-drained lotus people!

Tan Jiuding leapt up and dashed out the door, his peripheral vision catching a ghostly figure flicker across the eaves before vanishing without a trace.

Such exquisite martial skill!

Tan Jiuding felt a fierce resolve to confront the opponent, yet wondered if this was a ruse to lure him away. With Xu Qi behind him, he dared not act recklessly.

He gritted his teeth and let them escape, turning back to the side room where San Qing lay unconscious. As he reached out, Xu Qi grabbed his hand.

“Poisoned. Be careful.”

Sure enough, a closer look at the arrow wound revealed the fabric and flesh already beginning to “sizzle” and decay, emitting a faintly eerie stench as if melting away.

Placing a finger under Zhao Qing’s nose showed no breath coming in or out—within moments, he was dead.

Looking at the empty arrow on the stool, it gleamed with an ominous black light. Had Tan Jiuding not acted swiftly, Ming Liu might have already become a corpse.

Ming Liu, having narrowly escaped death, stared in shock at the motionless man. After a long moment, she gasped in broken breaths, “Brother… brother?” Her voice cracked into sobs as she finally broke down in tears.

Tan Jiuding used a dagger to pry open Zhao Qing’s shirt and searched carefully, finding nothing but several copper coins.

Xu Qi felt both frustrated and angry. She looked towards Ming Liu, who was being supported by Zhuang Sheng and sobbing bitterly. “Stop crying. We have to leave first. It’s not safe here anymore.”

They retraced their steps, seeking refuge in a narrow, shadowed alley before finally stopping.

Ming Liu’s legs gave way, and she slumped against the well’s edge, her spirit shattered, tears pouring endlessly like a lifeless doll.

“You saw it too. Someone wants you dead—they don’t want you to speak out,” Xu Qi reasoned gently, appealing to her emotions. “You want to avenge Zhao Qing, don’t you? He cannot have died in vain.”

This time, Zhuang Sheng sided with her, shaking Ming Liu’s arm earnestly, panic burning in his eyes. “Sister Liu, just tell us! You didn’t want this in the first place! Maybe the magistrate or madam can catch those villains!”

The tear-stained doll’s eyes fluttered, blurred by swelling, unable to focus. Her lips parted and trembled before she finally uttered, “The servant is unforgivable… it was I… I betrayed Miss…”

“What exactly happened? Speak quickly!” Xu Qi stepped closer, pressing for answers.

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