Chapter 63: The Scarred Man’s Game
An ominous feeling crept up.
Behind her…
It felt like someone was there!
Without time to think, Fang Xiaocao swung her dagger fiercely behind her.
At this moment, a knife was far more useful than a gun!
The dagger cut through the air, but behind her was nothing but emptiness.
Fang Xiaocao froze.
She had clearly felt someone behind her just now!
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened.
Yun Luoshu was gone!
“Not good!”
She gasped, dashing toward Yun Luoshu’s tent.
It must have been “Zhi Qi”—or rather, the scarred-faced man!
He had silently taken Yun Luoshu while she was busy searching the tents.
Fang Xiaocao didn’t even know when Yun Luoshu had been taken.
Rushing to the tent, she found a distinct drag mark leading straight into the forest.
It was like a deliberately left breadcrumb trail.
Clearly, “Zhi Qi” wanted her to go into the forest.
A blatant trap!
“Damn it!”
Fang Xiaocao cursed under her breath.
“When exactly was Yun Luoshu taken?”
Her mind replayed everything that had happened.
And then—
A chilling realization struck her.
Ever since she took down “Wen Shi”—
The person sitting in front of the tent wasn’t Yun Luoshu at all!
The one in the tactical jacket, holding a gun, smiling at her—
It was “Zhi Qi”!
He had been watching her every move…
A cat-and-mouse game.
The thought sent shivers down her spine.
She was the mouse—
Being toyed with by the cat.
“Rustle… rustle…”
Footsteps echoed from the forest.
The sound was eerily familiar.
Yes!
It was the same sound she’d heard in the woods before.
That deliberately measured pace—
Like the rhythm of death itself.
It made her blood run cold.
The footsteps grew closer.
Fang Xiaocao took slow steps back, raising her gun toward the forest.
And then—
Silence.
“He’s afraid of the gun?”
She muttered doubtfully.
Impossible!
If the scarred-faced man feared her weapon, he wouldn’t be playing this game.
He had countless opportunities to shoot her dead.
Why let her arm herself and become a threat?
Fang Xiaocao suddenly stopped.
Behind her—
A heavy, ragged breath.
“He’s right behind me!”
A shiver crawled up her spine.
She spun around, gun raised—
Nothing.
The heavy breathing had vanished.
“Rustle… rustle…”
Footsteps again!
This time—
To her left!
Fang Xiaocao turned instinctively, gun aimed.
A shadow had appeared inside the empty tent.
A figure crouched by the entrance—
Watching her!
A wave of chills swept over her.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
She fired three shots at the tent!
Blood splattered, painting the canvas red.
The shadow collapsed.
A surge of relief washed over her.
She sprinted toward the tent to confirm the kill.
Pulling back the flap—
Inside lay “Su Wanqing’s” corpse.
She froze.
Horrified, she turned toward the remnants of the campfire.
Just moments ago, someone had been lying there.
She looked again—
And her pupils constricted.
By the smoldering fire—
A body still lay there.
“Then who is this?”
Her breath hitched.
Could it be… the scarred-faced man?
Her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Was it fear?
Or was it something else?
She glanced at the tent again, confirming it was indeed “Su Wanqing.”
The knife wound on her neck.
The bullet wound in her chest.
No doubt—
She was long dead.
No longer a threat.
Fang Xiaocao took a deep breath and raised her gun, stepping cautiously toward the fire.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to shoot—
But she knew she wouldn’t hit her target from this distance.
And she couldn’t risk hitting the wrong person.
Every step she took quickened her heartbeat.
Her restless heart pounded in her ears, ready to leap from her throat.
“Gulp.”
Her mouth was parched with tension.
She swallowed dryly.
Closer.
Five meters.
Now she could shoot with confidence.
She stopped, unwilling to get any closer.
Her sharp eyes locked onto the body by the fire.
Carefully, she scanned their face.
It was “Wen Shi!”
The ropes that had bound her were mysteriously undone.
But she remained unconscious.
Fang Xiaocao’s heart skipped a beat.
Was the scarred-faced man human or a ghost?
How did he manage to move “Wen Shi” here?
And when did he prop “Su Wanqing’s” corpse inside the tent?
She had noticed nothing.
All of this happened within three minutes—
Yet she hadn’t sensed a thing!
“Wen Shi” showed no signs of waking, and Fang Xiaocao didn’t dare tie her up again.
The scarred-faced man was too eerie.
Too fast!
She feared that if she looked up, he would be standing there—
Smiling.
“Rustle… rustle…”
That chilling, deliberate footstep.
So close.
Yet so far.
As if he was teleporting through the trees.
Fang Xiaocao inhaled sharply and turned toward the sound.
And sure enough—
That hideous, scarred face was smiling at her again.
Even after seeing it so many times, it still made her skin crawl.
“What do you want?!”
She screamed.
“Heh…”
A chuckle drifted through the night.
The next moment—
The scarred-faced man bent down.
And lifted someone from the ground.
It was—
Yun Luoshu.
(End of Chapter 63)
