Fragrant Killing 1-3 (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

Chapter 1: Beauty in Danger

It was night, deep in the night, and everything was silent.

In the dark room, there was only a dim candlestick, the weak flame flickered unsteadily, and it seemed that it could go out at any time.

Under the dim light, a huge figure was reflected on the wall diagonally opposite. The distorted shadow looked indescribably hideous.

This is the figure of a man. He stood quietly and motionlessly in this room, as if he had been accustomed to standing here and standing in the darkness since time immemorial.

Although the light was shining on him, his face was perfectly hidden in the shadows, so his facial features could not be seen clearly. One could only see a pair of bright eyes, shining with a heart-pounding cold light.

He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes were wandering. After a while, he suddenly picked up the candlestick and walked to the desk in the middle of the room.

A roll of light yellow silk paper was spread out on the table, with the four corners held down by book weights. Seven people's names were written in ink from right to left on the paper.

Seven women’s names!

Seven women of different identities, ages, and sects!

At first glance, these seven women have absolutely nothing in common. But if you look closely, you will find that they have at least one thing in common!

——That is, they are all famous beauties in the martial arts world!

There are roughly two types of women who can gain a great reputation in the martial arts world: one is because of her superb martial arts skills and her ability to do as well as men. The other reason is because of pretty appearance, whose beauty is enough to shock people's hearts.

A beautiful face is a gift from God, but superb martial arts skills are acquired through training. Unfortunately, there are very few women who can possess both, because beautiful girls are often unwilling to work hard.

However, these seven women are all beautiful and powerful. Their beauty is undoubtedly stunning, and each of them has martial arts skills that are unrivaled in the martial arts world. The number of masters who have been defeated by them is even greater than the number of suitors who admire them!

As beauties with a reputation for sex appeal, they are naturally the targets of all perverts. There must be at least eight thousand rapists who are secretly targeting them. But so far, no scoundrel has ever succeeded in doing so.

It is said that even the most notorious playboy in the martial arts world had never laid hands on any of these beauties. If someone dared to target all seven of them at the same time, that person would definitely be regarded as a madman by everyone - only a madman would have such a wishful thinking and would plan such a stupid thing that would never succeed!

But the man standing in the room at this moment is definitely not a mentally ill lunatic. A madman would never have such a calm mind as him, nor would he have such a frightening and vicious look!

He narrowed his eyes and, using the dim light from the candlestick, carefully read the names of the seven beauties, over and over again, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he could never get enough of them...

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In the silent night, there was suddenly a faint sound of horse hooves.

The man's eyes lit up and he murmured, "Here it comes, finally." He put down the candlestick casually, and an unfathomable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, a beautiful maid with a sword in hand walked into the room, bowed, and said respectfully, "Young Master, the guests have arrived and are waiting outside the door."

The man waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Let him in."

The maid agreed respectfully and turned to leave the room. The man stepped back a few steps and stood in the dark corner again, hiding his face in the shadows.

After a while, the candle flame suddenly choked for no apparent reason, as if blown by a strong wind, and the flame flickered and dimmed. At the same time, the man suddenly felt a deep chill invading him, like a cold and sharp blade!

All the muscles in his body tensed up immediately, and he saw a flash before his eyes. A light black shadow floated in like a ghost and appeared in the house silently.

He was secretly shocked, but appeared to show no abnormality as he looked at the person who came calmly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a ghost mask with a green face and fangs. The ferocious expression is quite realistic, and it is glowing with a faint green light, as if it is the death-seeker from hell. It looks chilling.

Under the mask was a loose grey robe that tightly wrapped the person's body. At first glance, you can't tell the person's height, weight, or even whether he or she is a man or a woman.

After a while, the man staring at the ghost-faced man said slowly: "Very good, Your Excellency is very punctual."

The ghost-faced man laughed strangely and said sinisterly, "I have an appointment with the young master of Qile Palace. Who dares to be late for no reason?"

The voice was hoarse, dull and mechanical, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other. It sounded extremely unnatural and gave people a creepy feeling.

Could this be the long-lost secret technique of the world, the "throat control technique" that is specifically used to conceal one's original voice?

The man's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively, "In the past six months or so, you have cooperated with Qile Palace three times, but I have never seen your true face."

The ghost-faced man said calmly: "It's the same as mine. Don't I know who you are?"

The man said, "At least you know that I am the young master of Qile Palace."

The ghost-faced man sneered, "But who is the young master of Qile Palace's public identity? Are you willing to tell me?"

Young Master Qile sighed and said, "No! It seems that we have no choice but to continue cooperating like this forever, with some reservations between us."

"There's nothing wrong with this, at least it's much safer..." The ghost-faced man paused here, and his tone suddenly changed, "It's a pity that today is the last time I see you!"

Young Master Qile was startled and asked in a lost voice: "Why?"

The ghost-faced man's eyes sparkled brightly, and he said in a low voice, "Because I am about to do something extremely important, and I may never live to see you again."

Young Master Qile lost his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

The ghost-faced man said word by word, "Revenge! I want everyone who participated in the blood debt three years ago to pay it back double!"

He seemed unwilling to talk more about this topic, and said grimly: "I have helped Qile Palace three times, but the information I asked you to find out has been delayed until now and there is no follow-up."

Young Master Qile said calmly, "This cannot be entirely blamed on us. What you want to know is a very secret matter. How can it be so easy to do? Besides, it has been three years since this happened."

The ghost-faced man groaned and said, "If it were easy, I wouldn't have to ask you for help."

Young Master Qile said, "Of course. I just have a question for you. Do you really not have the thing our Palace Master wants?"

The ghost-faced man said firmly: "No!"

Young Master Qi Le said calmly: "This is strange. According to our investigation, only the person who holds that thing will have the motive for revenge..."

The ghost-faced man's body shook, and his eyes became frighteningly bright, as if two ghost fires were burning. He stretched out his arms as if ready to pounce on someone and devour them, and screamed, "Who told you this? This is nonsense!"

Young Master Qile looked at him for a long time and said calmly, "Maybe we made a mistake."

He pointed to the desk and said, "There are seven women's names on that piece of paper. Go and see for yourself!"

The ghost-faced man glared at him and said sternly, "The woman I'm looking for is one, not seven!"

Young Master Qile said calmly, "I know. But I can only do so much. These seven women are not ordinary people. They have all been there that night three years ago. The target you are looking for must be among these seven people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost-faced man rushed to the table and looked at the roll of light yellow silk paper. He looked at each name for a long time, as if he wanted to remember the names of these seven beauties firmly.

Young Master Qile had been paying close attention to the Ghost-Faced Man's every move. Suddenly he smiled and said, "The origins of the seven beauties' teachers, martial arts schools, and all the information about them are all attached. I dare say that even their closest relatives and friends don't know them as well as the details recorded here."

The ghost-faced man seemed to have heard nothing and was just browsing the contents of the silk paper. After a long while, he reached out and rolled up the silk paper on the table, put it into his sleeve, and said calmly, "Thank you very much, goodbye!"

He turned around, his grey robe fluttering like a dark cloud. Just as he was about to rush out of the room, Young Master Qile called him, "Wait a minute! I have something else to give you."

The ghost-faced man stopped and looked at him with a puzzled look.

Young Master Qile smiled and said, "This thing is free, just consider it as a token of my appreciation." After saying that, he slapped his palms together, making a "pa pa" sound.