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Shen Tong barely had time to react before her eyes met those of the old woman.
"It’s you..." the elderly woman murmured in a low voice.
Before Shen Tong could process what was happening, the woman, displaying an agility that belied her age, swiftly packed away her beehive and mud sculpture, then leaped out of the back window.
Her movements were astonishingly nimble, completely unlike those of a frail old lady. Shen Tong attempted to chase after her, but by the time she rounded the back of the house, the woman's figure had vanished into the dark woods, leaving no trace behind.
Returning to the banquet, Shen Tong's heart was still racing from what she had just witnessed. She cautiously made her way back to her seat and forced herself to calm down as she picked up her chopsticks, but the other three noticed her unease.
After several rounds of drinks, night had fallen.
Long Tianming wore a tipsy smile as he urged everyone to drink another round.
Fang Zigui seized the moment to raise his glass and stood up, saying with a grin, "Long Boss, your hospitality is greatly appreciated. However, after our long journey, we are quite fatigued. Allow me to toast you one more time, and then let us call it a night."
Long Tianming waved his hand dismissively. "It’s nothing, nothing at all. No need for formality. You’ve traveled far; it’s best you all rest early."
The four thanked Long Tianming and returned to their arranged accommodations next door.
The second floor of the Brick-and-Tile Cottage had been prepared with two large beds separated by a wooden lattice draped with coarse fabric.
Lin Mingchang cautiously closed the door and secured it with a latch.
They gathered around and Shen Tong quietly recounted everything she had seen in the abandoned Brick-and-Tile Cottage.
They discussed for a long time but could not find a reasonable explanation; all four felt that this case was becoming increasingly bizarre.
As night deepened, the distant sound of mountain winds rustled through the treetops.
Exhausted from their day, despite their various thoughts weighing on them, they soon fell into a deep sleep.
In the dead of night, an unusual sound came from outside the window.
Lin Mingchang immediately opened his eyes; he sat up alertly and noticed that Shen Tong and Fang Zigui were also awake.
He quickly crept to the door and pointed toward the window, signaling Fang Zigui with his eyes.
Understanding the cue, Fang Zigui silently moved to the window to keep watch, casually picking up a copper teapot that rested on his bedside table.
Zigui had just stood by the window when it was suddenly thrust open, and three figures agilely leaped into the room one after another.
All three were dressed in Miao attire, their faces covered with black cloth, leaving only their eyes visible. Each held a curved short knife.
Without waiting for the intruders to act, Lin Mingchang grabbed a wooden chair and hurled it at the one in front. The chair was cleaved in half by a swift stroke of the intruder's knife, but Lin Mingchang was already close enough to strike, delivering a knife-hand blow aimed at the opponent's wrist.
At the same time, Fang Zigui seized a teapot and splashed it toward another intruder's face. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, he kicked the intruder squarely in the abdomen. The man stumbled backward, nearly falling out of the window.
"Xiaoshuang!" Shen Tong shouted as she pulled the still-dazed Ruan Xiaoshuang behind her for protection. She quickly grabbed a door latch to defend against the third attacker rushing toward them. The short knife clashed against the latch with a dull thud, leaving a deep gash in it.
In such a confined space, the three intruders were clearly at a disadvantage, yet their movements were exceptionally swift, indicating they had undergone special training.
During the scuffle, Lin Mingchang shouted, "Who are you?!"
The three remained silent, intensifying their attacks as their knives sliced through the air with deadly glints.
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