Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 78: Charming Nature (4,000)
Judging from the amount of blood loss, the assassin probably won't live for long.

Of course, he could still hold on for a few minutes before that.

At this point, Song Yan was no longer in a hurry. He took a few steps back to block the way out, picked up a rag from the shelf, and wiped the blood off the dagger.

He would not fight to the death with the other party at this time.

The most terrifying thing is when a person feels that he is about to die.

He would do anything for that glimmer of hope, at least he wanted to die together so that he would have a companion on the road to the underworld and would not be alone.

For Yu Songyan, this was an unnecessary risk. He just had to wait patiently for the other party to bleed and become weaker and weaker until he died.

It was at this time that Song Yan finally had time to think about the previous question: Why did the two words "Dongling" stimulate the assassin?
Could it be that someone in Dongling asked him to kill him?
But, why?

The farthest distance he had ever walked in his life was only to Songzhou Prefecture. He didn't even know which direction Dongling was. How could he have offended anyone in Dongling?

And even if he really offended a big shot, he wouldn't arrange such a weak assassin, right? If it was a second- or third-rank warrior, he would probably be doomed.

Why does Song An know about Dongling?
Why should he remind himself?
Although there was no irreconcilable hatred between him and Song An, they did not have much in common either.

Many thoughts flooded into his mind, but while he was thinking, his eyes were always fixed on the killer opposite him, never relaxing for a moment.

Tick, tick, tick...

It was the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

The hanging piece of meat was still swinging, and every shake was a strong stimulation to the killer's nerves.

The other hand pressed hard on the upper part of the arm, as if trying to block the severed blood vessels, but it was of little use. Blood still continued to seep out through the fingers. In a short time, both hands were dyed bright red, as if they had been soaked in a pool of blood.

The smell of blood became stronger.

Just as Song Yan expected, the killer was a little panicked.

The severe pain had made him numb, his lips were dry and seemed about to crack, and even his eyes were a little blurry.

He knew that if he didn't find a doctor soon, he would die soon.

He doesn't want to die.

Stimulated by a strong desire to survive, the assassin's eyes had turned red, with bloodshot veins crisscrossing across them as he stared at Song Yan like a wild beast... the door behind him, as if he was looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Do you feel a little dizzy?" Song Yan's voice slowly spread out: "Don't worry, this is normal."

"Step aside."

"I heard that if you lose more than one-third of your blood, you'll die."

"Get out of the way." The man said again. He had already started panting and his chest was heaving violently.

"Tell me, who asked you to kill me?"

The man seemed to want to stick to his professional ethics. He didn't answer, but took a step forward. He even let go of the wound on his arm, squatted down, and picked up the dagger again.

"Can you no longer feel the pain?" Song Yan's tone remained steady. He showed no intention of moving away as he fiddled with the dagger in his hand. "Are your eyes starting to blur? Are your limbs gradually going numb and losing strength? These are all signs that you're about to die. If the bleeding can't be stopped immediately, you will really die."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll fight to the death?"

"You were no match for me before. How much strength do you think you can exert now? Tell me who it is, and I'll get out of my way!"

The man's lips trembled. He didn't think for too long. A killer's professional ethics couldn't outweigh his life after all. "It was someone from Dongling who asked me to kill you."

"Who?"

"I don't know. He's masked, and the voice is male. He's a few years older than you."

"What are the characteristics?"

The desire to survive had broken through his psychological defenses, so much so that he spoke with a certain urgency: "Judging from his clothes, he must be a noble."

"His right leg seems to be a little inconvenient, and he's a little lame."

"Excellent, you may go."

Song Yan smiled and then moved away.

He is a gentleman and will definitely do what he promised.

The killer's eyes suddenly lit up. The approaching death made him unable to think about anything. He staggered towards the door.

He wants to see a doctor. He doesn't want to die.

puff!

Just as he walked to the door and turned his back to Song Yan, a strange voice came into his ears.

The man's body froze in place, looking down at his chest in disbelief. The blood-stained tip of the knife was sticking out of his chest.

puff.

The knife was pulled out again, and the body fell to the ground, twitching nervously. Some blood foamed from his mouth, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

He had promised to move aside, but he hadn't promised not to stab him from behind, so... there was nothing wrong with that.

"There's one question I forgot to ask. How much money did he give you?"

How foolish! Believing that the target he wanted to kill would let him go? The man grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
"Ten... ten taels... of silver..."

The sound became weaker and weaker.

In the end, even the slightest breath could no longer be heard.

The light of survival in his eyes gradually faded and turned gray.

This is the second person he has killed. When he killed Yang Guifang, he was a little agitated, but now he is very calm.

Ten taels of silver, life is really cheap, whether it is him or him.

But there was one useful piece of information: the person who wanted to kill him had some problem with his legs and feet... Song Yan's face darkened. He searched carefully in his mind and was very sure that there was no such man in his memory.

Are you crazy? I don't even know who you are, and you still want to kill me?
He also knew that he had extorted 100,000 taels from Song Zhen and would come to Qian's Trading Company to withdraw the money.

Song Yan felt a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being targeted but not knowing the other person's identity.

Creak. The door was pushed open.

The chubby figure of Manager Qian appeared in front of him again.

Looking at the body lying at the door, a gleam of light flashed in his green bean-like eyes, and his expression quickly returned to normal. He seemed not to have seen the body at all. He stepped on the pool of blood and came to Song Yan, holding a thick account book in his hand: "Sir, you can talk in secret."

The money houses were also filled with filth.

Anyone who can become the manager of a bank is an extremely shrewd person. This man's disguise cannot be hidden from his eyes, but he doesn't care.

He might kill someone.

The Qian Shop would also be involved in a murder lawsuit because of this, but the Qian family behind it had enough power to settle the lawsuit. At most, they would just have to pay a small amount of silver as compensation, but the silver in the counter would belong to the Qian family forever.

It's basically a case of black eating black.

The secret code was passed, and in seven days a huge sum of 110,000 taels of silver would be delivered to the Luo Mansion.

Normally it would be 90,000 taels. In this era, if you deposit money in a money house, not only can you not earn interest, you also have to pay money to the money house. Generally speaking, the rate is one in ten, but this time you lost money.

Since the client was assassinated in the dark room of a bank, he must pay some compensation.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Manager Qian and Song Yan returned to the hall, that chubby face was still smiling. No one knew that a life had just been lost, as if nothing had happened.

"Son-in-law, what happened?" Gu Banxia keenly noticed that Song Yan's mental state was a little abnormal, and asked cautiously.

"Nothing, back to Ningping."

The carriage sped along the way and stopped when the sun just set a little. In front of them was the Duke of Song's Mansion.

When the doorman of the Duke's Mansion saw Song Yan coming out of the carriage, he was so scared that he trembled all over and his face turned pale. He remembered clearly that the previous doorman Zhang Xiaoshan was killed by Song Yan.

The Ninth Young Master, who was once bullied by everyone in the Duke's Mansion, has now become a demon star feared by everyone.

There were even rumors that the Ninth Young Master was involved in the imprisonment of the Fifth Young Master Song Zhen and the death of the Seventh Young Master Song Yun, but there was no evidence. He swallowed his saliva with a gulp. He dared not neglect the matter and hurried over to greet him, nodding and bowing, practically kneeling before Song Yan.

"Is my father in the mansion?"

"My uncle is not here. He went out with my fourth cousin. If you have anything to do, you can come in and wait." Before Menzi could answer, a soft voice came from inside the mansion.

The voice was soft and sticky, with a captivating charm, like a feather stirring the heart.

Yang Siyao.

A woman whose voice is far more alluring than her looks.

She still had that ordinary appearance, with something wrapped around her chest, and her figure also looked ordinary. Judging from her appearance alone, Yang Siyao now was the kind that you couldn't find in a crowd.

It was this woman who possessed an allure that was hard to resist. It was like poison coated in honey; even though one knew drinking it would kill them, they still couldn't help but want to taste it.

Song Yan had met two such women, one was Yang Siyao, and the other was Mingyue in Qun Yuyuan. Mingyue was charming and graceful, but Song Yan felt that if Yang Siyao had Mingyue's appearance, that charm would probably drive men even more crazy.

The so-called natural charm is just like this.

The strong urge to hold the woman in front of him in his arms and love her tenderly kept stimulating his nerves... The methods of the Hehuan Sect were so terrifying.

If it were a man with a weaker willpower, he would probably fall at the feet of the woman and become her lapdog.

But Song Yan is not an ordinary person after all. Although he is young, he has experienced too much. He let out a sigh and his slightly disordered mood returned to normal: "Okay."

In the evening, the Duke's Mansion seemed to be unaffected by Song Yun's death and returned to its usual state. Some maids gathered in twos and threes, chatting about trivial family gossip. When they saw Song Yan appear, their faces immediately changed and they dispersed.

It was as if the person appearing before his eyes was not a handsome young man, but the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Monsters from the underworld.

"Am I that scary?" Song Yan felt a little regretful. He felt that he was actually a good person.

At least he didn't bully men and women or oppress the good.

In this era, being able to do these two things makes you an extremely good person.

"Haha, they must have bullied my cousin before, so they're naturally afraid." Yang Siyao beside him smiled and said, "Having someone like my cousin as an opponent, not to mention these servants, even I'm a little scared."

As they chatted casually, they arrived at a pavilion. Yang Siyao stopped and said, "Why don't we take a rest here?"

"Alright."

A maid brought fragrant tea, set the cup down, and hurried away, seemingly rude, but Song Yan didn't take it seriously. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu stood guard, one on each side. Anyone approaching within a few dozen meters of the pavilion would be detected by the two.

He took a sip of the tea, which was a little hot, and put it down again: "Miss Yang, you're joking. When did Miss Yang and I become rivals?"

"This is pointless. I've already given up, what else does my cousin want?" Yang Siyao shook her head slowly. "Song Yun is dead, Song Zhen is disabled and imprisoned, and I'm afraid he won't live much longer. My aunt has lost her power over the household, and she might die suddenly in her room soon."

"You are the biggest winner in this series of events."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Miss Yang, you are really getting more and more outrageous. Seventh Brother died, and I was very sad. Didn't you see that I cried so hard at the funeral..."

"That's right. Rubbing ginger on your eyes will make anyone cry."

Song Yan leaned forward to make the massage from Gu Banxia behind him more comfortable. He glanced at Yang Siyao and was not sure what this woman wanted to do.

This woman is much more difficult to deal with than Song Yun. Although Song Yun is smart, he is greedy for fame. The woman in front of him, Song Yan, does not know her weaknesses.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Song Yan simply got straight to the point: "Miss Yang asked me to come here just for this cup of tea, right?"

"If Yang Miaoqing saw this, she would probably suspect that you and I were in cahoots. Besides, you're about to become Song Zhen's fiancée, and therefore my sister-in-law. This wouldn't be proper."

"That's not the case. She probably thinks I'm approaching you to control you, or to see through you, understand you, and deal with you better next time." Her slender fingers stroked the teacup. The furniture in the Duke's Mansion was extremely exquisite, and the teacup's rim was delicate and smooth, feeling quite pleasant to the touch. "Besides, she probably doesn't have time to monitor me right now. She's probably entertaining five guests who have traveled all the way from Japan."

Japanese country?

Japanese pirates?

Song Yan leaned back subconsciously. Wow, he never expected that Yang Miaoqing would be so cruel and actually collude with the Japanese pirates.

Could it be that he wanted to use the Japanese pirates to get rid of him? Wasn't he afraid of being criticized?
Well, that woman only has Song Zhen in her heart, so she probably doesn’t care about that much.

But why did Yang Siyao tell me these things?
The corners of Yang Miaoqing's mouth curled up, and her ordinary face became more charming: "Cousin..."

"Let's make a deal."

Here is the third chapter with 4,000 words, and 8,500 words were updated today.

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