4254

Chapter 4254: Constantly Being Ripped Off...

"Xiangyun, come back!" Long Hui's heart tightened with urgency, no longer caring about appearances, and immediately roared out.

Long Xiangyun steadied herself, her toes lightly touching the bow of the small boat, which gently rocked with the river current.

Her pink dress accentuated her delicate face, making her appear quite lovely.

Long Xiangyun held a long sword horizontally, her expression wary as she watched the man.

Unexpectedly, while the man looked incredibly free and refined from behind, a frontal view revealed a different picture.

One could only see his muddy, ragged trousers. Up close, his hair was in greasy clumps, as if it hadn't been washed in a very long time.

The man had an ancient zither propped on his lap, and from beneath his long, gathered sleeves, several dark fingers were moving.

The zither's head was already broken, and two of its strings were snapped, giving it an unsettling, bizarre feel.

In such vast, rolling river waters, with no discernible shores in sight.

A raggedly dressed young man, playing a dilapidated zither, was bizarre, extremely bizarre!

Long Xiangyun heard her brother's shout and was about to leap off the bow.

The man, who had been quietly playing his zither with his head lowered, suddenly looked up.

Long Xiangyun met his gaze and screamed in terror.

The man's eyes were merely two empty, hollow sockets, now eerily "looking" at her.

A pair of ghastly, chicken-claw-like hands emerged from his tattered white sleeves and suddenly launched an attack towards her.

Long Xiangyun was startled, enraged, and terrified all at once. She immediately leaped high into the air, and without a second thought, swung her long sword at the man's ghostly claws.

A flash of white light. The man's hand recoiled, but his movements were incredibly fast. As he floated mid-air, he abruptly pulled at the zither strings, striking up a Death Divine Melody.

The music was chaotic and unsettling, a cacophony of random plucking that made Long Xiangyun's chest feel tight, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Getting more and more perfect. Special-grade Corpse Puppet, Level Two," Qiao Mu muttered to herself. "Not only does it look no different from a human from a distance, but it also comes with innate zither skills. Its special melodies can disrupt people's minds and shake their consciousness."

Compared to the previous Eighteenth Sister, Wei Mingli, and their kind, this corpse puppet seemed to be much stronger.

Long Hui turned his head at her words, glaring hatefully at Qiao Mu. "You knew that person was a corpse puppet earlier? Why did you still—"

Qiao Mu coldly glanced at him. "Young Master Long, weren't you also trying to trick us?"

Long Hui was choked by her indifferent remark.

He had indeed been hoping to see the little poker-face and her group suffer, with a mind to watch the show.

From his experience, he had immediately realized that the figure on the small boat was no ordinary person.

Long Hui had intended to wait until the poker-face and her group couldn't handle the corpse puppet, and then he would step in to help.

That way, no matter how unhappy the little poker-face was, she wouldn't be able to scold him, her savior.

Unfortunately, his imagination was beautiful, but the poker-face saw right through him.

Not only did she see through him, but she also tricked his sister, Long Xiangyun, again!

What kind of messed-up situation is this?

He no longer wanted to exchange a single word with the poker-face.

He had realized that whenever he harbored ill intentions, the poker-face might not do anything to him directly, but she would definitely teach his sister a lesson, ensuring Xiangyun continued to suffer misfortune.

Long Hui was both shocked and furious. He quickly waved and shouted, "Quick, someone, go help Young Miss back!"

Dozens of Long clan members on the large ship erupted into action, swiftly rushing towards the small boat, their long swords thrusting towards the corpse puppet that sat cross-legged in mid-air, erratically playing its zither.

"Zheng, zheng, zheng." Several zither notes trembled.