Chapter 47: Soul Clan

  Wang Cun was startled by the woman's voice, and he thought to himself that his carefulness had been discovered by this woman, thinking that people from 500 years ago were indeed extraordinary.

  It's not entirely true to say that he didn't have any reservations about this woman, but what he feared most was being intimidated by her. However, his morale absolutely couldn't be crushed by her. Wang Cang suddenly stood up straight and felt a lot more relaxed in his lower back, thinking to himself, "Ah, no wonder people say that standing while talking doesn't hurt your waist."

  Then Wang Cuo strode towards the wooden door, and just as he was about to reach out and pull it open, the door suddenly creaked and swung open by itself. Meanwhile, the woman remained seated in front of the mirror, continuing to comb her hair without stopping.

  Wang Chu stood outside the door, his eyes fixed intently on the woman inside. He couldn't shake off the feeling that the face he saw earlier, with its deep wrinkles, bore some resemblance to Tian Mi. And when he connected it to the purple nightgown, Wang Chu couldn't help but believe that the woman in the mirror was indeed Tian Mi.

  At this moment, the woman in front of the mirror seemed to see through Wang Cang's mind, and suddenly stopped combing her hair, coldly smiling: "Hehe! You saw it all just now! That's right, she is the girl you are looking for!"

  Wang Chu's expression didn't change much upon hearing this, perhaps because he had already guessed eight or nine out of ten beforehand. However, despite this, Wang Chu couldn't accept the fact and cursed in his heart: "You're a dead old man, you've actually turned my girl into an old lady!" He really wanted to rush up and beat the old man to death right now, but he was forced to hold back because he didn't know anything about the woman's background.

  The woman had just finished speaking when a series of crisp cracking sounds, "Ka, ka, ka...", came from her hand, sounding like something hard was being broken.

  After the sound disappeared, the woman slowly turned her body to the right, and her white hair covered her face. When she had turned two-thirds of her face, Wang Chu looked at the woman with his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck in his throat. The face was almost identical to Tian Mi's in the mirror.

  The prince showed a look of astonishment, as if the woman had expected it all along. She was too cunning and vicious, taking advantage of the opportunity to throw five short red hairpins at the prince's chest.

  Wang Chu was shocked and hastily dodged, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He cursed inwardly: "Damn it! I've been hit by one of her hairpins! She's trying to take me down with a sneak attack as soon as we meet face-to-face. What was that 'clicking' sound just now? It turns out she broke off the teeth of her hairpin, how treacherously cunning!"

  At the moment when Wang Zhuang was stabbed in the arm, that woman suddenly threw out five more hairpins with her other hand. This time they were like a flowing light, even more ferocious. Wang Zhuang dodged and weaved but couldn't avoid them. The five hairpins pierced through his chest cavity and flew out of the door. In an instant, Wang Zhuang spat out a mouthful of blood, and from the five small holes in his chest, fresh blood flowed freely.

  "Old demon indeed isn't covering it!" Wang Chu sighed softly. He looked at Tian Mi's reflection in the mirror, and his heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sourness, muttering: "Isn't she just good at throwing a few darts? Maybe that's all her skill, a paper tiger!"

  "I didn't think you still had some skills, with five holes in your chest, yet you still don't fall down. But you're just a soft persimmon, at my mercy!" The woman stretched out her hand and made a pinching motion, as if she was counting renminbi."

  However, at this time, Wang Chu stretched out his hand and pulled out the comb from his arm, revealing a sly smile, and said fiercely: "Then let you taste the power of soft persimmon!" Then he threw the comb at that woman, and the space scratched by the comb was actually distorted.

  The woman witnessed this scene, was shocked by it, she knew she couldn't dodge in time, the comb pierced straight into the woman's chest, the woman suddenly let out a muffled hum, spat out fresh blood, strangely, the comb actually stayed inside the woman's body.

  The woman stared at the five bleeding holes on Wang Chu's chest, which were slowly healing by themselves. It seemed unbelievable, and confusion and fear occupied her mind.

  "You... who are you, exactly? As far as I know, only the Soul Sect has such a bizarre and sinister technique! Are you from the Soul Sect?" The woman seemed to have weakened significantly after being injured, her hands propping herself up against the dresser behind her to maintain her balance.

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