Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 912 - 443: The Mad Woman, The Missing Mirror_2

Chapter 912: Chapter 443: The Mad Woman, The Missing Mirror_2

Qing Niang crawled while brushing away the wet hair from her face, "I have information about Jiang Mo, I know where he is... Your Highness the Third Prince..."

The woman estimated the distance in her mind.

As the distance between the two parties was about two zhang, she suddenly stretched her right hand behind her, in a posture almost leaping forward.

"Die!"

Qing Niang grabbed the firearm and aimed at Zhou Yin.

However, before she could pull the trigger, her entire body flew backward like a broken kite.

Bang!

The woman hit the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Qing Niang!"

Lu Renjia shouted in sorrow.

At the spot where Qing Niang was ready to act, a tall woman appeared out of thin air.

It was Zhou Yin’s personal protector, Ms. Yue.

Zhou Yin seemed unfazed by such assassination attempts, without any extra expression from beginning to end, just curiously observing Qing Niang: "You know Jiang Mo?"

He picked up the fallen firearm from the ground, weighed it in his palm, and said with a smile: "A weapon of the Liushan Division, huh."

Only then did Zhou Yin turn his gaze to Lu Renjia.

A protector outside the door picked up a ladle of rainwater and splashed it onto Lu Renjia’s face.

As the charcoal dust on Lu Renjia’s face was washed away, Zhou Yin’s expression finally showed a hint of surprise, and then he realized: "Oh, it’s you, what’s your name again? Lu... Lu Renjia, right. How are you still alive."

Upon hearing the name "Lu Renjia," Li Kuanglan was moved.

He recalled that in his daughter’s occasional correspondence with him, she mentioned her three subordinates, and Jiang Mo’s name appeared the most, followed by Lu Renjia and Zhang Yunwu.

Could it be that this fellow named Lu Renjia was once his daughter’s subordinate?

"Your Majesty, this person is completely paralyzed."

The protector confirmed Lu Renjia was not a threat, and said to Zhou Yin.

Zhou Yin chuckled: "I know, it’s because of me that he is like this now. No wonder I felt something prickling when I entered this ruined temple."

Lu Renjia glared full of resentment at the person in front of him, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam: "Zhou Yin, you will end up in hell sooner or later! Jia will be waiting for you in hell!"

Zhou Yin gave a brief acknowledgment, not bothering to delve into why Lu Renjia was here, glanced at Qing Niang, and said with a laugh:

"Lucky you, found a woman already. Well then, I’ll send your woman on her way before your eyes. Remember not to reincarnate early, so as not to miss me."

Zhou Yin raised the firearm, aimed at Qing Niang.

"Your Majesty..."

Realizing that this man was once his daughter’s subordinate, Li Kuanglan wanted to plead, but meeting Zhou Yin’s indifferent gaze, hesitated for a moment, then swallowed his words.

Boom——

At this moment, a sudden loud noise erupted outside the temple.

The great noise seemed to shatter people’s eardrums, blasting in waves.

Before everyone could react, half of the ruined temple collapsed with a thunderous crash, a dusty cloud rising with falling debris, like raindrops falling.

Several soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time were instantly buried by the pouring rubble.

Immediately after, a woman’s piercing scream, as if a night owl’s wail, pierced straight into everyone’s ears.

Everyone turned towards the sound, seeing a blurred figure enveloped in rain vapor, charging like a ghost, bringing endless murderous aura.

Her speed was swift, kicking up a gust of wind, disturbing the surrounding rain threads into disarray.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Everyone was startled, hastily surrounding Zhou Yin.

As the figure approached, everyone could see clearly it was a woman.

The woman’s hair was disheveled, exuding an aura of madness.

Her clothes were already tattered, stained with mottled blood.

And in her hand, surprisingly, she held a large skull knife.

The knife was surrounded by blood qi.

"Boom!"

The woman rushed into the temple, kicking up debris.

"Mirror... mirror... where’s the mirror?"

The woman was evidently in a frenzied state, her blood-red eyes glanced around, continuously howling, "Where is the mirror!? Yue’er... Yue’er... give me back Yue’er... mirror..."

And upon seeing the woman, Lu Renjia’s eyes widened.

We Zhaodi!

That’s right, the woman was Zhang Yunwu’s wife—We Zhaodi!

Wasn’t she with Zhang Yunwu at Bailan Peak in the Western Regions?

How did she appear here?

Furthermore, why did We Zhaodi, a weak woman without cultivation, suddenly possess such high cultivation?

Lu Renjia’s mind buzzed.

Just as everyone was stunned by the mysterious woman wielding a skull-covered blade, drenched in blood, a sound of "swoosh!" suddenly pierced the air as a figure shot out like an arrow.

It was the personal bodyguard named Ms. Yue.

She clutched a short blade gleaming with a cold light, her figure flickering in the air a few times as she swiftly dashed towards We Zhaodi.

In the air, thin strands instantly spread out.

These crisscrossed thin lines formed a sharp net drawn by every Sword Qi, exuding a chilling aura capable of shredding anything daring to come near into pieces.

"Give me back my daughter!!"

We Zhaodi let out a frenzied roar like a wild beast.

Before the roar had even subsided, the skull-covered blade wreathed in Blood Qi was already swinging, whipping up a scarlet whirlwind.

The already dilapidated temple couldn’t withstand such ravage; walls and pillars crumbled into chunks of rubble under the impact of the bloodied whirlwind, scattering in all directions.

Li Kuanglan fixed his gaze on the woman’s skull knife, exclaiming in shock: "Is this blade the Prison Blade?"

There are two great demonic blades in the world.

One is the Seven Kills, also known as the "Tomb Blade."

The other is the Prison Blade, forged by the skeleton Buddha through the sacrifice of countless souls, later becoming the ceremonial blade of the Esoteric Sect’s Protector Deity.

It’s said that the wielder of this blade can punish all guilty persons.

However, due to the heavy contamination of evil aura and deep entanglement of karma, without a fearless Buddhist mind, an ordinary person wielding this blade would invite sins upon themselves, caught in an endless cycle of suffering and demonic possession.

It is said to be a long sentence, with no end in sight.

Li Kuanglan remembered that after the Protector Deity of the Esoteric Sect died, this blade was destroyed along with it, so how could it appear here?

Though We Zhaodi’s aura was terrifying, Ms. Yue’s cultivation was higher; amidst the twirling and darting, she managed to carve several deep wounds on We Zhaodi and sent her flying away multiple times.

Yet We Zhaodi seemed utterly oblivious to the pain, her eyes like those of a Nine Netherworld Evil Ghost, filled only with frenzy.

The skull knife swung ceaselessly, further fueling the chaos around, with ruins and debris continuously hurled into the air.

The crowd had no choice but to repeatedly dodge.

After several intense rounds, a blue lightning shaped like leaf veins crackled across the sky.

A fierce Rakshasa Buddha Face vaguely appeared.

We Zhaodi was suddenly provoked, letting out a piercing shriek towards the sky.

Then, as if driven by some invisible force, she spun around maniacally and dashed towards the depths of the rain-soaked darkness, shouting phrases like "mirror, Yue’er."

The woman’s figure soon completely disappeared.

Leaving behind only the ravaged, ruin-like temple and a crowd still engulfed in astonishment.

"Ms. Yue, who was that person?"

Zhou Yin curiously asked Ms. Yue.

Ms. Yue brushed off a wisp of Blood Qi from her arm, shaking her head: "Not sure, let’s leave here first and then talk."

Zhou Yin nodded.

At this moment, a guard suddenly said: "Bad news, those two are gone!"

The crowd turned back to look, only to realize that Lu Renjia and Qing Niang had disappeared without anyone noticing.

Apparently, during the chaos earlier, Qing Niang had secretly left carrying Lu Renjia.

"Your Majesty, I’ll go after them!"

The guard said.

Zhou Yin pinched the bridge of his nose reluctantly and waved his hand: "Forget it, it merely buys them a few more days of life, let’s focus on the main task."

Zhou Yin glanced at Li Kuanglan, who had been frowning all along, and smiled: "General Li, be careful on the way back, make sure to avoid that madwoman."

Li Kuanglan snapped back to reality, hastily clasping his hands together: "I will definitely be cautious."

"Take care then. Oh, by the way, accept these gifts from Empress Dowager Xiao."

Zhou Yin glanced at some goods buried under the rubble, then turned to leave with his guards.

Watching Zhou Yin’s receding figure, Li Kuanglan unconsciously clenched his fists.

He turned back to a subordinate and said: "Send someone to check Medicine Valley."

——

Nanjin Country, Capital City.

After wrapping up several pairs of high-quality silk stockings, Jiang Yi embraced the newly purchased clothing, humming a tune as she lightly walked out of the fabric store.

Behind her, Jiang Erliang, carrying a broad heavy sword, held a large number of parcels.

A veritable sidekick.

"Pretty sister!"

At this moment, a clear voice called out.

Jiang Yi turned her head and saw a dirty little boy, clearly a beggar, looking at her with bright eyes.

"Pretty sister, want to buy a mirror? It’s my family heirloom, selling it to you for one hundred taels."

The little boy held up a mirror about the size of a palm.