Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 466 - 465: Just How Many Secrets Do You Still Have?

Chapter 466: Chapter 465: Just How Many Secrets Do You Still Have?

Chu Qianli hadn’t expected those Fuso Ninjas to have only average martial arts skills, making them merely experts at best.

Yet their Qinggong was of top-tier excellence.

One who practiced the art of stealth wouldn’t achieve it without good Qinggong.

In the blink of an eye, the Ninja had already escaped far away.

It seemed like they were going to lose him!

However, just when Chu Qianli almost couldn’t catch up, the Ninja collapsed on his own.

Chu Qianli chased after him.

In the wind, that tall figure stood against it.

"Hero?" Chu Qianli was somewhat taken aback, "Why didn’t you stay at the Prince Residence to protect Wuya?"

Feng Si looked at her indifferently, his gaze moving past her and back again.

"Right! There’s still a Ninja alive."

Chu Qianli had calculated it herself when she had thrown the needle earlier, blocking the acupoints of that Ninja to prevent him from biting on the Medicine Pills within his teeth to commit suicide.

These Dead Soldiers were all rigorously trained; once their mission failed, if they didn’t commit suicide, they would face inhuman torture upon return.

The others had most likely all bitten on their Medicine Pills to kill themselves—only the one Chu Qianli sealed with silver needles might still be alive.

She glanced at Feng Si and immediately turned back.

Feng Si walked behind her, his steps seeming leisurely but constantly remaining a few paces behind her, never straying far.

As expected, the Ninja was still alive!

Chu Qianli was about to go and remove the poison from his mouth when, after only half a step, Feng Si abruptly pulled her back.

Feng Si walked up to the Ninja and casually kicked him.

The Ninja’s face was struck by his foot, several teeth flying out, with the hidden poison among them.

Chu Qianli looked on, her scalp tingling instantly.

Hero... does it have to be so brutal? It looked very painful!

Could you be a bit more gentle?

"Any complaints?" Feng Si turned his head and caught her disdainful expression.

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of dangerous glint passing through them quickly: "Do you think I’m cruel?"

"No, no, your method is swift and convenient, the best there is, heh."

Chu Qianli immediately forced a smile, though it was visibly strained.

Feng Si snorted and ignored her.

Chu Qianli didn’t want to waste more time, and quickly went to the Fuso Ninja, kicking his shoulder to release his acupoints.

"Speak, who sent you?" she asked in a deep voice.

The Fuso Ninja kept silent, staring at her fiercely.

"Can’t understand my words?" Chu Qianli thought for a moment, then switched to another country’s language, "Tell me, who’s the person behind sending you here?"

Feng Si furrowed his brows, eyeing her: "What bird language is that?"

Chu Qianli felt like rolling her eyes. He didn’t understand, but what did he mean calling it bird language?

Back in the 21st century, she had learned many languages.

Otherwise, how could she carry out missions all over the world?

The Fuso Ninja appeared to be quite shocked too, never expecting this wretched girl to understand their language.

But he still clenched his teeth, a look of resignation to death on his face.

"Not going to talk, is that it?"

Chu Qianli took something from her pocket and scattered it over him.

Suddenly, the Fuso Ninja’s complexion began to change.

At first, he could bear it, but soon after, he screamed repeatedly in agony.

Itching! It was unbearably itchy!

But his acupoints were sealed; he could only open his mouth to speak, unable to move his hands.

The itch was overwhelming, wave after wave, with no way to scratch even once.

"Ah... kill me, kill me! Ah..."

It was that unintelligible so-called birdsong again; however, from his demeanor, one could probably guess what it meant.

Chu Qianli continued to speak in Fusang dialect, "Just tell me who’s behind this, and I’ll give you the antidote. Otherwise, you’ll keep itching. After forty-nine days of itching, your body will rot and you will die."

The ninja, still wailing, cried, "Kill me, kill me..."

"Want to try a bit of the antidote?" Chu Qianli tossed a medicine pill at him, hitting him right in the mouth.

Before long, the relentless itchiness on the ninja’s body miraculously disappeared.

"How does it feel? Comfortable?" Chu Qianli nudged the ninja’s leg with her foot.

The ninja was still lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

But indeed, he was no longer itching.

Yet he knew this was only the beginning.

An ordinary person would surely continue to make him itch as a form of coercion.

But what they did not realize was even crueller—giving him the antidote, offering a glimpse of hope, letting him feel comfort, and then making him itch again was the most terrifying punishment!

Chu Qianli was well aware of this, so not long after giving the ninja the antidote, she gave him another pill that was designed to neutralize the effects of the antidote.

The itching returned swiftly. The ninja howled miserably, "No... kill me! Kill me! Ah... ah... I’ll talk, I’ll talk..."

"Who exactly is it?" Chu Qianli immediately went over and stepped on his chest, "Just talk, and I’ll give you the antidote right away."

The ninja really couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his mouth, wailing as he said, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk... It’s—"

Suddenly, the sound of a flute arose.

Feng Si’s eyes darkened, as he immediately chased after the direction of the flute sound.

Chu Qianli wanted to seal the ninja’s pressure points, but it was already too late.

The ninja’s complexion changed drastically, his gaze grew vacant, his mouth agape, and soon, a black line of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The flute sound ceased, as it was evident that to avoid Feng Si, the flutist had fled.

But for a Fusang assassin, the flute sound had a miraculously potent effect.

By the time Feng Si returned, the Fuso Ninja had already died, bleeding from all seven orifices!

"Inside their bodies, there’s another type of poison, one that the flute sound can trigger!"

Chu Qianli had truly not anticipated that there could be such a formidable method of using poison in this world.

The world is vast and indeed, there is no end to its wonders.

The last ninja had also died.

Chu Qianli turned to look at Feng Si.

Feng Si had no interest in these ninjas; instead, he fixated on her face, absorbed in his thoughts.

"Hero..."

"How many more secrets do you have that I don’t know about?"

Chu Qianli was somewhat taken aback. That question sounded odd.

Why did it seem as though they had known each other for a long time?

Before she could ask, Feng Si’s expression suddenly changed, and he stepped forward quickly, seizing her hand: "Run!"

Wolf howls!

Their battle had attracted a pack of wolves with its scent of blood!

Chu Qianli’s heart immediately tightened. Dealing with enemies was one thing, but facing a pack of wolves... they could only flee!

If it was a large pack, it would be even more difficult to deal with!

Chu Qianli didn’t know if her intuition was particularly keen, as the thought had just crossed her mind when indeed, a large pack of wild wolves surged up from the foot of the mountain.

"There are too many, they can’t be dealt with."

She turned back, grabbing Feng Si’s hand firmly with her own, "Run fast!"

At the base of the mountain were all wild wolves, clearly someone had deliberately drawn all the nearby mountain wolves here.

Now, their only option was to retreat towards the mountaintop!

But the mountaintop offered no escape either!