Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Besides, Li Mochou has already discovered that I'm hiding here. I can't let Shadan get involved!"

Thinking of this, Lu Wushuang couldn't help but feel a deep sense of self-blame and worry in her heart, because she knew clearly that her enemy, her master Li Mochou, was so cruel and ruthless that she would never easily let go of anyone who might threaten her.

Her hiding place at the moment had obviously been exposed. Lu Wushuang didn't want to let the innocent fool be involved in this unnecessary disaster, and she didn't want to implicate him because of herself.

However, the time at this moment was not enough for Lu Wushuang to come up with a solution. Time seemed to be extremely tight at this moment, and every second that passed made Lu Wushuang feel unprecedented pressure.

Lu Wushuang's eyes seemed to carry endless sorrow. Gradually, the blush spread until her entire eye sockets were wet with tears. Two lines of clear tears, like pearls that had broken off the string, silently slid down her fair cheeks.

It drips on the cold and hard ground, making a subtle but crisp sound, splashing tiny and fleeting water droplets, as if it is the only vivid footnote in this silent moment.

Lu Wushuang suppressed the grief and despair in her heart, slowly turned her head, and her eyes fell gently and firmly on the young man Yang Guo beside her who was called "Shadan".

At this moment, her eyes were as clear as a spring, yet as deep as the sea. Not only did they contain deep concern for the person in front of her, but also an indescribable reluctance and determination, she said with concern.

"Silly boy, Li Mochou...she doesn't know you right now, and she won't show you mercy. You must run away right now, the farther the better, and pretend that you don't know me at all. Only in this way can you have a chance of survival."

Although her voice was soft, every word was clear, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the softest part of her heart.

At this point, Lu Wushuang's voice couldn't help but tremble slightly, but she still tried to maintain her outward composure, because she knew that every bit of calmness at this moment was a responsibility for each other's lives.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Her delicate hands trembled slightly involuntarily, and she took out a booklet from her arms that looked ordinary but was extremely precious.

The cover of this booklet is yellowed and the edges are slightly worn, obviously having gone through the test of time. However, it is this inconspicuous booklet that carries all of Lu Wushuang's expectations and determination for revenge.

"Take it!"

At this moment, there was a hint of determination and reluctance in Lu Wushuang's voice, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if at this moment all her hopes were placed on this booklet, as if it was Lu Wushuang's last resort.

She quickly handed the booklet in her hand to Shadan (Yang Guo) beside her.

"Wife! What is this??"

Yang Guo, who didn't understand what was going on, subconsciously took the booklet and asked with a bewildered look on his face.

Because Yang Guo had never seen such a thing before, and he didn't understand why Lu Wushuang would hand it to him so solemnly, and why she gave it to him with tears in her eyes?

"This is the Secret Book of the Five Poisons, a book that records the rare poison techniques and antidotes in the world. Its value is self-evident. Silly boy, you must keep it properly. It is a treasure in martial arts."

"You must treat this secret book as important as your life. Study it day and night to improve your martial arts. Don't let me down. Remember, you must practice this inheritance I gave you well. If you have the chance one day, you must avenge me!"

Lu Wushuang's beautiful eyes flashed with determination and reluctance. She looked at Shadan (Yang Guo) beside her affectionately. Her eyes showed both fear of the unknown and endless trust and dependence on him.

After saying this, Lu Wushuang prepared to go outside to die with a heroic look of being ready to die.

"and many more!!"

At this time, a firm and urgent voice sounded behind him. It was Yang Guo's call, full of unquestionable power. He quickly reached out and grabbed Lu Wushuang's slender hand to prevent her from going out, and said in a very firm tone.

"Wife! We two must go together, and we must stay together!"

Yang Guo's tone was extremely firm, and every word sounded like a vow bursting from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Li Mochou's originally pretty and cool face instantly became as cold as ice, and her eyes revealed unquestionable determination and ruthlessness. She gently flicked her right palm, and it seemed as if an invisible power wave filled the air.

Then, an exquisite cup on the table suddenly flew away from the table as if controlled by an invisible hand, and turned into a sharp arc, heading straight for the table where Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang were hiding. Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up.

"Oh no, wife! Let's hide!"

Yang Guo, who was hiding under the table, frowned slightly. Realizing the danger, his voice sounded hurried. At this critical moment, he did not hesitate at all. He quickly stretched out his arms and grabbed Lu Wushuang's soft and boneless hands beside him.

The two men's hands were tightly clasped together, conveying their firmness and trust in each other. Then, Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang stretched out their bodies, shot out from under the table like two lightning bolts, and rushed to a safe place nearby.

“Pah…!”

A crisp and sharp shattering sound suddenly rang out in the inn, echoing in the surrounding air. The originally stable table was seen to have been hit by the cup that contained powerful internal force from Li Mochou.

It collapsed with a loud bang like a piece of paper, with debris flying everywhere and dust rising. The cup that was the culprit had already turned into countless tiny pieces, scattered all over the ground, flashing cold light.

Because, just as Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang ran out, the table was smashed to pieces by the cups and plates thrown by Li Mochou. Looking at the messy scene in front of them, they couldn't help but feel grateful for having survived the disaster.

"Ah! Run! Kill someone!!"

Screams pierced the quiet air of the inn, carrying endless fear and panic. A woman in the crowd suddenly cried out in despair. Her voice trembled with fear, as if every word carried the weight of life.

"This... this is the big... big devil Li Mochou! The devil who kills without blinking an eye! Let's run!!"

Then, an even more trembling voice sounded in the crowd, exploding in everyone's heart like thunder. The name was none other than the [Red Refining Fairy] Li Mochou. Like a bolt of lightning that suddenly appeared in the cloudy sky, everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.

Because Li Mochou is the witch that everyone in the world is afraid of. She is ruthless, erratic, and kills people without blinking an eye. Today, she unexpectedly appeared in this small inn.

Following this exclamation, the diners who were originally immersed in their own worlds came back to their senses.

The people in the inn began to rush towards the door desperately. Some knocked over chairs, and some stepped on their companions' feet, but everyone had only one thought: to escape from this place that was about to become a Shura battlefield.

Although such fighting in the underworld is not uncommon in a place like an inn where all kinds of people gather, for most ordinary people who just want to live a peaceful life, every conflict may mean a test of life and death.

Therefore, for those who do not want to cause trouble, it is a big deal. After all, life is important. They chose to escape without hesitation. After all, in this chaotic world, the most important thing is to keep their lives from being harmed.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The rapid and heavy footsteps echoed like war drums on the first floor of Yuelai Inn. Every step seemed to step on people's hearts, stirring up ripples. The air was filled with a sense of tension and uneasiness.

The originally bustling inn suddenly became silent, with only the approaching footsteps echoing in the empty lobby. The diners looked at each other, with fear and panic in their eyes.

They all put down their bowls, chopsticks or teacups, stood up quickly, and rushed to the door as if driven by an invisible force. Some hurriedly put on their coats, and some hurriedly grabbed their packages, fearing that they would be caught up in this sudden storm if they were a step late.