Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Lu Qiusheng had once said that, based on the information his father had uncovered back then, there was definitely more than one person hiding behind the Bai Family.

Now that Bai Xian’er and the Little Monster had appeared at the same time, it seemed they were determined to get what they wanted this time.

As Bai Xian’er spoke, Bai Jingmo’s body suddenly began to tremble. Every muscle went taut, as if he were fighting back with all his might.

“Jingmo, be good,” Bai Xian’er continued. “I can lift you up to the heavens, and I can just as easily trample you into the mud. Don’t force me to use harsher methods on you while I’m still at my most infatuated with you.”

Her seductive voice abruptly turned icy. Bai Jingmo shuddered, and that faint hint of resistance from a moment ago vanished in an instant.

Bai Xian’er really was ruthless.

The next moment, her gaze swept toward the doorway. “My good son, I’ll leave this place to you. Show off your skinning skills properly. I want a flawless beauty’s skin.”

With that, Bai Jingmo turned around, swaying his waist with enchanting grace as he leaned against the beauty couch nearby to watch the fight.

My heart jolted.

Bai Xian’er had made a deal with Feng Lishu. She had accepted the girls Feng Lishu sent her and agreed not to touch me for now.

But now she was ordering that Little Monster to skin me.

She was unilaterally breaking the alliance!

If Feng Lishu found out about this, what would she think?

The next moment, I heard the whoosh of wind behind me.

The Little Monster was clutching a Silver Needle and charging straight at the back of my head.

This was his usual trick. First, he would stab the Silver Needle into the back of his target’s head and take control of them. Only then would he start skinning them.

Just now, Bai Xian’er had called the Little Monster her good son. Was that just a pet name, or had Bai Xian’er really given birth to him?

A half-human, half-hedgehog monster… Who on earth was his father?

Just as the Little Monster lunged at me, the doors of the Bai Family Medical Hall were slowly swinging shut.

Crack!

A sharp crack of a whip suddenly rang out, lashing hard against the doors. The next instant, Li Qingying kicked open the doors that were about to close and charged in, clashing with the two burly men guarding the entrance.

At the same time, I drew my bow and fired several bursts of flame at the Little Monster in quick succession.

The Little Monster was incredibly nimble. He dodged left and right, the Silver Needle still pinched between his fingers, his eyes fixed tightly on the back of my head as he kept looking for an opening.

Li Qingying swiftly dealt with the two burly men and attacked the Little Monster from behind. With us striking from both sides, we successfully trapped him in the middle.

This was the Bai Family’s territory, and Bai Xian’er was watching from the side.

Controlling Bai Jingmo’s body, she reclined there lazily, as boneless as if she had no spine at all, yet she showed no intention of intervening.

Did she really have that much confidence in the Little Monster?

Whoosh!

Another burst of flame shot out. This time, it struck the Little Monster squarely in the back, instantly scorching a small patch of Flesh Thorn black.

I quietly let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, the Little Monster didn’t have that black aura on him that could devour Fengwu’s flames.

At the same time, Li Qingying seized the chance and struck the Little Monster’s back with her Long Whip as well.

A shrill squealing erupted. The Little Monster was hurt, and he flew into a rage.

He sprang into the air, his body flipping several times. More than a dozen pieces of Flesh Thorn flew off him and shot toward Li Qingying and me.

Each piece of Flesh Thorn was as long as a finger joint and carried unstoppable force. If one hit, it would tear flesh open.

That was how Lu Qiusheng had been stabbed to death.

At first glance, there had not seemed to be many wounds on his body. But on closer inspection, beneath his skin and flesh were nothing but holes, and in the end, he had bled to death.

“Ngh!”

Li Qingying let out a muffled groan. A piece of Flesh Thorn had pierced her left wrist. Fortunately, she had dodged quickly, so it had only passed through flesh and had not struck bone.
Things were even worse on my end. Three or four Flesh Thorns shot toward my face at the same time. I could dodge one, but there was no way I could avoid them all at once.

I had already braced myself to sacrifice my face to save my life when a fragrant gust swept past me. The Flesh Thorns all dropped to the floor.

I stood frozen in place, my heart still pounding, when Bai Xian’er’s voice rang out. “My good son, be careful. I don’t want any scars on my face.”

I jerked my head toward the soft couch, as if finally realizing something.

Bai Xian’er hadn’t ordered the Little Monster to peel off my skin to make a Human-Skin Red Coffin.

She wanted my entire human skin for herself!

But why?

The Little Monster squeaked twice. When it attacked again, it was clearly much more cautious.

Li Qingying had already retreated to my side. She gripped the Long Whip and lashed out several times in succession, shielding me the entire time.

But after a few strikes, the Long Whip suddenly slipped from her hand.

Only then did I realize that the hand pierced by the Flesh Thorn seemed to have lost all strength.

The Flesh Thorn was poisonous!

Just then, the Little Monster struck at Li Qingying again.

I rushed forward and shoved Li Qingying aside. At the same time, I drew my bow, and the flames struck the Little Monster again.

The Little Monster rolled and retreated several steps.

It crouched on the ground, every Flesh Thorn on its back standing rigid. Its bright red pupils glared at me with hatred, and the single Silver Needle in its hand became three.

It arched its body, coiled for a moment, then sprang into the air. Three Silver Needles tore through the air toward me. This time, they were no longer fixated on the back of my head, but attacked from three directions at once-my brow, the crown of my head, and my throat.

Li Qingying struggled to retrieve the Long Whip, but she couldn’t even crawl.

The poison wasn’t fatal, but it had an extremely powerful nerve-paralyzing effect. Li Qingying’s whole body gradually went limp, leaving her helpless.

I threw myself backward with all my strength, trying to dodge, but the three Silver Needles seemed to have eyes. They stayed locked on me the entire time.

There was nowhere left to run. By chance, I spotted a medicine vat standing against the wall in the front hall.

It was still half-filled with medicinal liquid. Someone must have used it for a medicinal bath.

I bit open the tip of the middle finger on my left hand. With my right hand, I formed the Sword Finger and slid it upward from the base of my finger. The instant the Sword Finger reached the fingertip, I plunged my left hand into the medicine vat.

This was a desperate gamble. I wasn’t sure whether I could successfully summon the Dragon-Shaped Water Ripple the way Liu Junyan had taught me last time.

The next moment, a Dragon-shaped form burst out of the medicine vat. It was noticeably smaller than the last one, its entire body wreathed in dark brown medicinal liquid. It threw its head back and let out a roar, and the three Silver Needles shattered at the sound.

The Little Monster was also slammed hard to the ground. It had suffered the backlash.

The Dragon-shaped form vanished at once, and the Water Ripple returned to the base of my middle finger.

The medicinal liquid in the vat had dried up as well.

“Useless thing!”

Bai Xian’er, on the soft couch, finally lost her patience. Controlling Bai Jingmo’s body, she flashed forward and appeared right in front of me.

Between her fingers, she was also pinching a Silver Needle.

That Silver Needle gleamed with a chilling light and carried extremely powerful magic. It was nothing like the Silver Needle the Little Monster had used just now.

In that instant, I knew I was completely finished.

I wouldn’t be able to save anyone today. Most likely, even this skin of mine would be left behind for Bai Xian’er.

A thought even flashed through my mind in that split second: Bai Xian’er wanted a complete beauty’s skin. Maybe I should slash my own face and refuse to let her get what she wanted.

But before I could react, a pitch-black shape flashed out of nowhere, accompanied by a shrill cat’s cry.

The next moment, Bai Jingmo clutched the right side of his face, and Bai Xian’er’s scream rang out. “My face! My face!”

Across Bai Jingmo’s face, three bloody claw marks ran all the way over his cheek. Strangely, from the torn, upturned flesh, wisps of black smoke were pouring out.

And the Black Cat had already landed steadily on my shoulder…