Two years later, in Fengzhou City, just as night was falling, the wealthy wine tower was bustling with activity in its rear kitchen.

  He Le An, dressed in ordinary mens clothing, looked at the tray that had just been forced into his hands, which held two exquisite dishes, and asked the middle-aged man who was stir-frying beside him: "Uncle Xiong, Zhang San said to send it to which floor and which room, but I didnt hear clearly, he ran off in a hurry."

  "Its probably Room 303." Uncle Xiong said without thinking, picked up the pot and scooped the dishes onto a plate, urging loudly: "Xiao Ke, hurry up, today is short-handed, the person in charge of plating has taken a leave, Im still waiting for your help."

  Looking at everyone busy in the kitchen, He Lean had no choice but to resign himself to carrying dishes upstairs.

  As she walked to the third floor, third room door, she hadnt even knocked when a strange loud noise and painful cry came from inside. He Lean subconsciously didnt want to enter, but two drunken guests who were hugging each other stumbled by, and with one push, they sent her crashing into the thin door. The unlocked door was pushed open by the tray in her hand, and she also stumbled into the room.

  In that instant when he hastily raised his eyes, He Lean was stunned, disbelievingly staring at the bed, under the bright moonlight, with disheveled hair, half of her face swallowed by darkness, a hint of crimson on the corner of her mouth, a long sword in her hand piercing the figure on the bed to death, like a malevolent spirits pure white figure.

  She was about to pretend she hadnt seen anything and calmly turn around to leave when she met a pair of cool, icy eyes that seemed to be hiding snow. A chill suddenly hit her in the face, a strong gust of wind swept past her ears, and the wide open door slammed shut with a bang.

  He Lian was startled, and saw that half of the face slowly escaped from the darkness, revealing a beauty that was difficult to describe, yet pale. He licked the blood on his lips with a hoarse voice and laughed softly: "I didnt expect that God would still take care of me, knowing that one person couldnt eat enough, and sent another over. Although its thinner than before... but its better than nothing."

  "Is it a man-eating monster?!"

  He Lians eyes widened in horror as he tried to say something, but before he could utter a word, he drew out the long sword that had killed people, and blood splattered everywhere, spraying half of his body. His pure white robes were quickly stained with clusters of gorgeous red flowers, which was terrifying enough to make ones heart skip a beat. As she watched him get off the bed, she retreated backward, trembling and stuttering, "I-I-I, I dont want to eat!"

  He suddenly stopped in his tracks, the half of his face that was exposed at that time was now completely hidden in the darkness, only his eyes seemed to be glowing, flashing with a cool and sinister intent. A strange laughter kept flowing out of his mouth, he hoarsely said: "Ah, I just like eating things that dont taste good."

  "I dont know if its still timely for her to change her tune and say that shes very delicious now!"

  He Leans face was gloomy, and he was hastily thinking of a countermeasure when the door was lightly knocked on, followed by a mans respectful voice saying, "Sir, the thing has been delivered."

  "Hmph." She heard the person standing in the darkness let out a low snort, and before she could react, a strange gust of wind blew through the room, opening the window, and that splash of blood on the pure white disappeared in an instant.

  The man outside the door, having received no response for a long time, seemed to sense that something was amiss and suddenly pushed open the door. He stared blankly at He Lean, who was still holding dishes on the side, before looking again at the familiar figure lying on the bed, only to find it gone. Instead, there was only a dead man in black clothes. Thinking that the little servant had been scared away by the chaos, he took out a 20-tael gold ingot and threw it onto the tray, saying, "You have nothing to do with this matter anymore."