Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

As soon as the words were spoken, the wind in the alley suddenly tightened.

A figure flickered before my eyes, so fast it was almost unreal.

Li Si's heart skipped a beat. He drew his sword half a foot from its sheath, its cold gleam just beginning to flash.

The next instant, it felt as if a gentle breeze brushed against my upper arm.

It was so light it didn't feel like an attack.

He lowered his head blankly.

His entire right arm had been severed at the shoulder, but the severed hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist, hanging there bloodily and swaying slightly.

Blood then gushed out and spread, staining the cracks in the alleyway red.

Li Si stood there stunned for a long time before he reacted, and a shrill scream immediately burst from his throat.

"Ah—! My...my hand..."

Before his scream could even finish, he received a vicious kick to the groin.

The force was like a heavy hammer blow, sending him flying into the air before crashing heavily onto the bluestone bricks. He curled up in a ball, writhing and convulsing in pain.

Before he could even utter a cry of pain, a cold, hard piece of metal was already pressed against his neck.

Looking to the side, he saw that what was pressed against his throat was a wide-mouthed, thick-backed butcher's knife.

Li Si was drenched in cold sweat, and his soul seemed to have left his body.

He was, after all, a sixth-rank master who had immersed himself in martial arts for over twenty years; when had he ever suffered such a great loss?

His arm was severed by a butcher's knife, and he didn't even see how the other person did it.

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Just then, the night wind swept away the thick dark clouds, and a clear moonlight broke through the clouds, coldly shining on that person's face.

Li Si's pupils dilated, and he froze instantly.

This face... he could never mistake it.

It was Xie Xiaoyi, the madman who single-handedly defeated hundreds of elite armored soldiers at Fuyu Mountain in the East China Sea a few days ago!

"You...you're Xie Xiaoyi?"

Xie Xiaoyi's wrist sank slightly, the pig-slaughtering knife twirling between his fingers, the back of the blade striking Li Si's face again and again with crisp, cracking sounds.

"Now I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. If there's even the slightest thing that displeases me, you'll soon find out what it means to wish you were dead."

Li Si was in excruciating pain, but he still harbored a fierce rage. He clenched his remaining left hand into a fist and swung it angrily at Xie Xiaoyi's face.

"I'll answer your mother—"

Xie Xiaoyi slightly turned his body to avoid the attack, then flipped his hand and grabbed Li Si's wrist, pressing it against the bluestone brick.

The next moment, a glint of light flashed from the blade.

"Click—"

A thumb snapped off and rolled into the blood.

"ah--"

Li Si screamed in agony, his eyes still bloodshot as he cursed wildly, "Kill me if you dare! You bastard—"

The blade flashed again.

His index finger also rolled into the blood.

Li Si froze, finally terrified.

He then realized that Xie Xiaoyi wasn't actually physically harming him; he was clearly torturing him to death.

Every curse you utter takes away a finger.

He kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to utter another single dirty word.

Xie Xiaoyi sneered, not even glancing at Li Si, and lightly flicked his knife.

The middle finger was severed at the base.

Li Si was in excruciating pain, his whole body convulsing, tears and snot streaming down his face. He screamed in despair, "I didn't curse! I didn't curse you—!"

Xie Xiaoyi didn't say anything, didn't even look at Li Si, and stabbed him again.

"Snap!"

The ring finger and little finger have also moved.

"Ah—" Li Si let out a shrill roar.

Xie Xiaoyi slowly stabbed his bloodied and mangled palm with the tip of the knife, and sneered:

"I didn't say I wouldn't chop you up if you didn't curse me. I only said—answer whatever I ask, understand?"

Li Si was terrified. He nodded frantically, not daring to utter a sound.

Xie Xiaoyi continued slapping him with the knife, her voice icy cold: "When Wang Yu was bullying 'Fu Yaoqin,' who else was there?"

Li Si's heart sank suddenly, and he instantly realized—so he had come to seek revenge for that woman!

He quickly calculated in his mind that if he confessed that he had also participated, the devil in front of him would definitely torture him even more severely.

I can't tell!

His mind raced, and he stammered, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Xie Xiaoyi's lips curled up, and without saying another word, his blade flashed like lightning as he slashed down diagonally.

"Pfft—"

Blood splattered as half of Li Si's foot snapped off. He groaned in pain and passed out.

Xie Xiaoyi, having studied medicine, knew best how to revive someone who had fainted.

He condensed a wisp of gentle true energy at his fingertips, which went straight to Li Si's Fengfu acupoint on the back of his neck. A moment later, he pulled him back from unconsciousness.

As soon as Li Si woke up, a sharp pain shot straight to his head, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Xie Xiaoyi, just kill me, stop torturing me."

"Don't worry, I'll treat you exactly as you've fainted today. I'll make sure you understand exactly what's going on with every cut!"

"You...you..."

Li Si wanted to curse, but then he thought that he would only suffer after he cursed, so he only said "you" twice and then shut up.

Have you learned your lesson?

Xie Xiaoyi sneered, raised his hand, and with the back of his knife, delivered another slap:

"I originally wanted to chop off your toes one by one, but that was too much trouble and I thought it was dirty, so I just chopped off the whole thing."

I'm not going to waste any more words. If you don't speak up now, you can forget about getting your other leg too.

Li Si was terrified and only wanted a quick death, so he simply told the truth: "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Besides the Second Prince, the others who made the move included me, Wang Wu, Zhao Liu, and Zhang San! Just the four of us!

Xie Xiaoyi coldly pressed, "Why did you bully her?"

Li Si stammered as he spoke, "The Second Prince said... such alluring beauties, one's heart would itch if one didn't taste them."

At first, he only wanted to have some fun, but when the woman said she had someone else in her heart, the second prince got angry on the spot.

We originally intended to immobilize her by striking her pressure points, but the Second Prince insisted that he enjoyed watching women struggle and resist...

Xie Xiaoyi flew into a rage, his eyes blazing with overwhelming ferocity: "Where are you bunch of bastards?"

At this point, Li Si only wanted a quick death, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and say, "We all got a share, are you satisfied now? Just give me a quick death!"

......

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Passersby at the alley entrance discovered a corpse, were terrified, and scrambled to report it to the authorities.

The news quickly reached the capital's government office, and the goddess constable Shui Furong immediately led her constables and coroner to the scene.

This coroner was named Qin Ming, and he was extremely famous in the government offices in the capital. He never made a mistake in examining corpses, and his discerning eyes could distinguish between life and death.

He crouched down, examined it carefully for a moment, and when he stood up, his face was cold and stern, and he slowly spoke:

"Lord Shui, the wounds on the deceased were all left by heavy broadswords. The person who did this was very knowledgeable about the human body's meridians. Every cut avoided vital points, only causing the victim to bleed slowly and suffer."

Just as the blood was about to congeal, a new wound was inflicted, causing the patient to bleed to death... This person was ruthless and cruel, deliberately torturing the victim; his cruelty was truly inhuman.

Shui Furong's gaze fell on Li Si, her brows furrowed, and she said in a low voice, "I recognize the deceased. He is Li Si, a trusted bodyguard of Prince Wang Yu."

I observed a total of forty-eight knife wounds on his body, yet his face remained completely unmarked.

The killer's actions were not assassination at all; he deliberately preserved the prince's appearance as a blatant show of force.

Just then, a murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.

"Did you know? Li Si's house was set on fire last night; several houses were completely burned to the ground!"