The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

An Qingwan said, "Even if you didn't beg me, I would still kill the Poison Taoist. You're just making a fuss over nothing."

After saying that, she walked straight past Jin Xueyi.

"and many more!"

Jin Xueyi quickly called out to her from behind.

“Miss An, it is extremely dangerous for you to go and meet with the Poison Taoist so rashly.”

"You think I'm no match for him?"

"If it were a direct confrontation, the Poison Taoist would be no match for you, Miss An, but the Poison Taoist is not actually a single person."

"not human?"

Jin Xueyi explained, "What I mean is, the Poison Daoist is not one person, but four people, and Fan Jiuzhong is just one of them. Many people wanted to kill the Poison Daoist, but they didn't know this inside story, so they all died in the end from the combined sneak attack of the four of them."

An Qingwan nodded and said, "This is an interesting piece of information. Miss Jin, please wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

She made a move to leave again.

"Wait!" Jin Xueyi called out to her again, "I'll go with you."

"you?"

Jin Xueyi smiled and said, "Although my martial arts are far inferior to yours, Miss An, I am still able to protect myself. I will go with you, and I can help you if we encounter any trouble."

So this is your real reason for stopping me?

They deliberately leaked information to gain my trust, then launched a sneak attack when I wasn't looking, to ensure they could kill me.

I don't know if you are one of the Poison Masters or one of his subordinates.

An Qingwan remained calm and pretended not to have noticed anything amiss.

"You are not afraid of death?"

“I’m afraid, but I can’t be afraid if I want to avenge someone.”

"Then let's go together."

An Qingwan readily agreed.

Jin Xueyi's face lit up with joy.

All her efforts were worthwhile; she finally managed to lure An Qingwan into the trap.

"Wait for me, Lady An."

Jin Xueyi quickly chased after her.

The two then traveled together towards Shili Pavilion outside Zhen'an County.

Throughout the journey, Jin Xueyi kept stealing glances at An Qingwan.

The more she looked, the more confused and alarmed she became.

In the end, I couldn't help but speak up.

"Miss An, you can actually see?"

An Qingwan turned her head: "Why do you say that?"

Jin Xueyi said, "You have hardly stopped along the way, and you walk more steadily than the average person. Even when you encounter obstacles, you always manage to avoid them."

An Qingwan said calmly, "If you walked this road a thousand times with your eyes closed, you could do it just like me."

Is this really the case?

Jin Xueyi continued to stare at An Qingwan's face, suddenly developing a strong interest in the face beneath the black cloth.

Why did An Qingwan wrap her eyes with coarse black cloth? Did she think the face hidden under the cloth was ugly?

Filled with curiosity, Jin Xueyi found herself at Shili Pavilion.

Shili Pavilion gets its name from the pavilion, which is built on the edge of a lake. Since the canal gangs from Ezhou took control of the Ning River shipping, merchants stopped passing through here, and the area became almost deserted.

"Wait for me here. If you come with me, I'm afraid the Poison Master won't show himself," An Qingwan instructed.

Jin Xueyi immediately agreed.

This suited her perfectly.

For her, the best outcome would be to refrain from intervening and watch An Qingwan and the Poison Daoist fight to the death.

She specifically told An Qingwan about the Poison Taoist's secret because she was afraid that An Qingwan would fall into the Poison Taoist's trap.

If An Qingwan dies easily, how will she get her things back?

An Qingwan, you can easily catch my plum blossom dart, but in the end you still get completely fooled by me.

……

An Qingwan stepped forward, sword in hand.

The boots rustled as they stepped over the fallen water plants.

A year ago, she took this very road when she went to kill that group of notorious bandits.

Now, revisiting this familiar place, the nameless sword that has accompanied her for so long is about to be stained with blood once again.

After walking several hundred steps, An Qingwan suddenly stopped, and a hint of anger involuntarily appeared on her usually indifferent face.

She heard it.

There were people in Shili Pavilion, but not just one.

"You came."

A gaunt old man turned around, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

This person was none other than Fan Jiuzhong.

"I am coming."

"I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

An Qingwan questioned, "Why did you kill Chen Xu and his grandson?"

Fan Jiuzhong said, "For no reason, I just did it on a whim."

An Qingwan said, "Someone like you is truly beyond saving."

“I, Fan Jiuzhong, am perfectly fine, why would I need medicine to save me? It is you, on the other hand, I heard that your eyes were poisoned and you have gone blind, how pitiful.”

Fan Jiuzhong chuckled.

"Enough with the small talk, hand over the stuff. You should know what I'm talking about."

An Qingwan shook her head: "I don't understand what you're talking about. I didn't bring anything with me this time, except this sword."

"Are you kidding me?"

Fan Jiuzhong smiled.

"It seems those two heads still haven't made you understand the situation. In that case..."

He yanked up the burlap sack next to him, and a groaning sound immediately came from inside.

“There are twenty people here, captured from the surrounding area. From now on, I will count them, and every ten counts I will kill one of them. An Qingwan, you are a hero in their eyes, you won't just stand by and watch them die, will you?”

Fan Jiuzhong had used the same method many times before, and it always worked.

An Qing took two steps forward that evening.

“You just said that I’m blind and therefore pitiful, but I don’t think so.”

"Oh?"

"Because at least I'm still alive, while you're dead."

"?"

Fan Jiuzhong was stunned for a moment, just a moment.

He wanted to laugh; he had never heard such a funny joke before.

I'm dying?

Given the current situation, what means do you, An Qingwan, have to kill me?

Fan Jiuzhong opened his mouth, but to his surprise, what came out of his throat was not laughter, but a series of "giggle" sounds.

He was speechless.

He didn't know exactly when it happened, but An Qingwan's sword had indeed slit his throat.

That sword is too fast.

Just as An Qing was about to break the skin, a gash appeared in his throat, and blood began to flow.

Fan Jiuzhong's eyes widened, and every muscle on his face twitched.

An Qingwan calmly gripped the sword: "Look, you're already dead."

Fan Jiuzhong collapsed and never came to life again.

The whole family should be together on June 6th.

In Jin Xueyi's view, there are three possibilities for An Qingwan's battle with the Poison Daoist.

one.

Although An Qingwan invited her to go with her, she did not actually trust her, and as a result, she was ultimately ambushed and died tragically at Shili Pavilion.

Second.

An Qingwan listened to everything she said, but due to her limited strength, she ultimately died a tragic death. However, she inflicted a severe injury on the Poison Daoist before her death.

Third.

An Qingwan listened to everything she said and successfully avoided the Poison Taoist's scheme. After paying a heavy price, she narrowly eliminated the Poison Taoist who had plagued the martial arts world for more than 20 years.

However, Jin Xueyi never dreamed that a fourth possibility would appear!

"Dead, dead?"

Jin Xueyi's body trembled violently.

Fan Jiuzhong didn't see how An Qingwan drew her sword, and neither did she.

She didn't even see An Qingwan's hand move, but there was indeed a sword mark on Fan Jiuzhong's neck.

Just how fast is this sword?

Jin Xueyi realized she was wrong.

She underestimated An Qingwan.

No wonder An Qingwan was so confident, daring to go into battle alone with a completely unknown understanding of the enemy.

"father!"

While Jin Xueyi was still in shock and doubt, a mournful howl came from the dense reeds outside the Ten Mile Pavilion.

A man in his thirties with a gloomy face walked over through the grass.

After landing, he hugged Fan Jiuzhong tightly.

"Father! How could you be dead? How could you just die?!"

After letting out a few wails, he suddenly threw Fan Jiuzhong's body out like trash.

He wore iron claws on his hands, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws: "You must die! You absolutely must die! Only I can kill my father. No one else can kill him. If you kill him, I will kill you. Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill everyone who is close to you. I will poison all the wells in Zhen'an County and chop you all to pieces!"

He would sometimes burst into tears and sometimes laugh out loud; his mental state was definitely not normal.

An Qingwan was already used to this.

The number of mentally unstable individuals among martial arts practitioners is indeed significantly higher than in other professions.

But this person was not only insane, he was also bloodthirsty.

"How many people have you killed?"