There were also the two maids of Junior Brother Tuolong.
Since his maids were dragging corpses there, that meant Tuolong was definitely hiding inside as well.
In other words, even if Wolf King Lao Mo’s powerful strike had failed, there was still another Wolf lying in ambush within.
And according to Bai Wuzhuang’s analysis, Sage Xun was the Curse Wolf, which meant Tuolong must be the mysterious Shadow Wolf.
“As expected, someone is leading the way.” Bai Wuzhuang’s expression was grim.
The Wolf Pack’s plan was to lie in ambush at the center of the Maze, blocking the Bell Striker’s Inevitable Path in advance, so that whenever a Lamb approached, they’d kill them one by one.
“The distance still isn’t enough,” Chi Xue muttered quietly.
“Your Sheepdog Ability is honestly so confusing and useless,” Bai Wuzhuang remarked.
“So what should we do now?” Chi Xue asked.
“One word: Run,” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
The two of them slipped away stealthily, circled around, and squatted again at the very first and farthest junction.
Bai Wuzhuang’s scheme could only be described as despicable to the extreme. Though their attack had failed, what loss was there for us?
There was absolutely no loss—in fact, we even confirmed that the center room of the Maze really was full of Wolves lying in wait.
The only casualty was Divine Seal Bodyguard Er Xiaozhi, but who cares about him?
Now, the two just waited for the next unlucky soul to approach.
And this time, with Wolf King having lost his power, it wouldn’t be so easy to instantly kill a Qi Cultivator.
It might be a bit shameless, but at a time like this, who cares about the Usual Rules of the Jianghu?
And with the last experience, next time we’d know exactly what to do—our skills at setting traps would only improve.
Still, there was one thing that made Bai Wuzhuang feel at ease: both the new Wolf King Lao Mo and Shadow Wolf Tuolong were lying in ambush inside.
That meant Dong Huiting, who was wandering outside, would be safe.
The remaining Curse Wolf had no offensive power; no one could kill her.
This time, Bai Wuzhuang wasn’t distracted, but completely focused. She kept her eyes glued to the Brass Mirror.
No denying it—this little Brass Mirror she’d picked up along the way was simply too useful, an absolute must-have in the Secret Realm of Murder.
Soon, the second unlucky soul appeared.
It was none other than Bodyguard Sang Biao.
He slipped out from the central passage, his steps silent, walking steadily toward the Central Chamber.
Yet the moment Bodyguard Sang Biao caught sight of the bloodstains on the floor—not to mention the thick scent of blood—he immediately realized something was wrong.
“Who’s in there? Come out!” Bodyguard Sang Biao drew his sword with a sudden motion, shouting angrily.
Bai Wuzhuang and Chi Xue continued spying, admiring how reliable this brother was; his senses were so keen, he didn’t even need their warning to sense something amiss.
But the truly puzzling events were still to come…
“It’s me, don’t attack, I’m one of us.”
Because someone really did step out from the corner of the Maze’s central chamber.
It was Prisoner Old Mo, both hands raised in surrender.
“Stop, don’t come any closer. What happened here?” Bodyguard Sang Biao leveled his sword at Prisoner Old Mo’s throat.
“What happened? I’m a Sheep, a good person! Isn’t there a White Sheep among those girls? She proved Qing Shaofei was the Wolf King, and Qing Shaofei, along with the Military Adviser, tried to get people to vote me out. I must be a good guy!” Prisoner Old Mo protested again and again.
“You think I can’t see the blood on the ground?” Bodyguard Sang Biao remained vigilant, his voice fierce.
“Heh.” Prisoner Old Mo’s expression suddenly changed, giving a cold laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Bodyguard Sang Biao instantly sensed something was off.
But it was already too late—
“Pchhk~” A Soft Sword with White Hilt had already pierced through his heart from behind, its tip emerging from his chest.
Bodyguard Sang Biao’s eyes widened as he struggled to turn his head, only to see nothing behind him—no one, only half a sword blade hanging in midair, eerily strange.
Yet, as his eyes followed the blade back, a smiling youth in white gradually appeared behind him—it was Junior Brother Tuolong, launching a silent, deadly sneak attack.
“How… is this possible? How could someone… approach my back so easily?” Bodyguard Sang Biao’s face contorted with pain and disbelief.
“Brother Tuolong, fine swordsmanship!” Prisoner Old Mo cupped his fists in congratulation.
“Right back at you.” Tuolong drew his sword from Bodyguard Sang Biao’s back, and the body collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
But just as the corpse thudded to the ground, a streak of white shot from the darkest corner of the passage.
Her figure was like a female ghost, her eyes fierce as a demon’s, gripping a pitch-black short sword, aimed straight at Junior Brother Tuolong’s back.
Bai Wuzhuang had picked the moment when those of the righteous path loved to clasp hands in mutual salute—a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack, so perfect that even she was caught off guard.
“Ghost!”
Just then, a maid of Peerless City stepped out from a corner of the Maze’s center, catching sight of Bai Wuzhuang’s charge and screaming aloud.
That scream made Tuolong react instantly, whirling around.
“Whummm!”
But the flash of a black sword cut through, already slashing open his white robe.
“[Flower Shift]!”
Alas, in that critical life-or-death moment, Junior Brother Tuolong shouted and unleashed his unique secret technique.
In a split second, Tuolong and his maid switched places.
“Pchhk!”
In the end, Bai Wuzhuang’s sword could only heartlessly pierce the maid’s chest.
“Tuolong! You despicable wretch, hiding behind women!” Bai Wuzhuang cursed loudly.
Junior Brother Tuolong spun around and thrust his sword backhand, the blade piercing through his maid’s back and out her chest, blade reversing to threaten Bai Wuzhuang.
But Bai Wuzhuang was already on guard, withdrawing with her sword drawn.
The Soft Sword with White Hilt lashed out like a venomous snake, but only sliced through empty air before Bai Wuzhuang.
With a thud, the maid who had taken two sword blows fell to the ground.
Her face was calm—the sword had been too fast; she died without pain.
“You knew my sword’s range?” Junior Brother Tuolong flicked his sword, asking coldly.
Yet even as he spoke, his wrist moved faster than his words, swinging his sword in another fierce assault.
Bai Wuzhuang narrowly dodged two strikes, barely making it out in time, but the next three attacks were impossible to avoid.
Her body was simply too weak.
Even after awakening as a Qi Cultivator, facing even the lowest Inner Sect Disciple of Peerless City meant getting cut down in three moves—there was no way to win.
Her one perfectly timed sneak attack had failed; Bai Wuzhuang’s momentum was completely spent.
But Bai Wuzhuang had one more trick…
“Dong Daren, save me!” she suddenly shouted.
Sure enough, hearing those words, Junior Brother Tuolong froze, strategically retreating instead of delivering the fatal blow.
Because there really was a figure dashing up behind Bai Wuzhuang.
But when they looked carefully…
It wasn’t that formidable Frost Female Qi Refiner.
It was just Nameless Faction Trash Number Two, barefooted Chi Xue.
She couldn’t even run fast—always late to the scene, even if there were leftovers to be had.