The Cold and Pure-hearted Killer: She Says I’m a Bad Person
[Master, his Favorability toward you is showing a downward trend.]
[That’s exactly right.]
The Killer was guarded and aloof, separated from the world by a thick barrier.
Rather than gradually seeping through, it was better to break it directly.
This was Yuyi Yue’s strategy in this world.
She whispered to the Killer:
“Stop trying to hurt me to escape your debt. I won’t remove the gu poison until you pay.”
Ignoring the Killer’s blazing gaze, Yuyi Yue took a fresh roll of gauze and an exquisite small porcelain bottle from the table.
She turned around and reached toward the Killer’s abdomen.
The Killer instinctively tensed up in defense, but his wound tore open again due to his earlier movements.
Yuyi Yue’s expression darkened. Without another word, she pushed the Killer down onto the bed, then swiftly threw the bedding in front of him aside.
The Killer was so stunned he forgot to resist.
By the time he regained his senses and tried to push Yuyi Yue away, she had already begun unwrapping the gauze on his abdomen.
“What are you doing?!”
“Reapplying your medicine. Don’t move.”
“Don’t touch me!”
The Killer snarled fiercely, trying to resist.
But Yuyi Yue simply pressed a few points on his chest, sealing his meridians.
Now the Killer was completely immobilized.
He was forced to sit on the narrow bed, leaning against the brick wall covered in faint moss, as Yuyi Yue’s soft hands roamed over his body.
What exactly was she trying to do?!
Yuyi Yue ignored the Killer’s tense body. She let out a soft sigh, tapping his wounds while scolding him:
“Even a bad person should treat themselves better.”
The Killer’s body was covered in gruesome scars—new wounds layered over old ones, not yet healed before fresh injuries appeared.
The gauze was slowly peeled away, revealing the terrifying wound that had reopened.
The Killer strained to lower his head.
He saw Yuyi Yue’s fingers lightly press several acupoints on his body, and the once-gruesome wound stopped bleeding.
He had never heard of such a method to stop bleeding.
Who was she, really?
The Killer pursed his lips tightly, his gaze flickering.
He couldn’t see through this woman at all.
Yuyi Yue sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound, then took out specialized silver needles and silk thread from her sleeve to stitch it up. Finally, she carefully wrapped the wound in gauze before straightening up with satisfaction.
Her sleeves were stained with blood, and her fingers were covered in grime, yet her expression showed no trace of disgust—only a hint of pity that made the Killer’s heart tremble.
Yuyi Yue dipped her hands into a basin of clean water nearby and said to the Killer:
“One roll of gauze, one bottle of hemostatic medicine—two taels of silver in total. That makes nineteen taels now.”
After washing her hands, she released the acupoints she had sealed on the Killer.
The Killer’s expression was complicated.
At the very least, he could confirm that Yuyi Yue didn’t want his life at this stage.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived this long.
Then why? Did she want him to do something for her?
It seemed Yuyi Yue was short on money, and the Blood-Severing Pavilion’s assassins were famously expensive.
Especially the top-ranked assassin on the Blood-Severing Pavilion’s Heaven-tier list.
That made sense.
Why she saved him, why she treated his wounds.
She probably wanted to kill someone but couldn’t afford the fee.Thinking of this, the Killer directly asked Yuyi Yue, “Who do you want to kill?”
As long as Yuyi Yue cured him of the Gu poison, the Killer could help her as repayment for saving his life.
But Yuyi Yue’s face was filled with confusion.
She said to the Killer, “Your way of greeting is quite unusual.”
The Killer was taken aback and asked in return:
“You don’t have anyone you want to kill?”
“No, you’re the first person I’ve met after leaving Misty River.”
Yuyi Yue’s eyes carried a hint of reproach:
“My Master said there are bad people outside Misty River, and bad people not only refuse to pay their debts but also hurt others. I thought my Master was lying to me, but the first person I met turned out to be a bad person!”
Faced with Yuyi Yue’s accusing gaze, the Killer was left speechless.
He knew he was utterly wicked, but no one had ever called him a “bad person” to his face.
Hah, it was actually quite fitting.
The Killer sneered, “Well, I’m truly sorry then.”
Yuyi Yue shook her head, “It’s fine, I forgive you. I’ll just treat it as gaining experience in the jianghu.”
…
The Killer was completely at a loss for words.
Could she really not tell this was sarcasm?!
He asked Yuyi Yue incredulously, “Which sect are you from, exactly?”
“I am the chief successor of Misty River!”
At this, Yuyi Yue raised the corners of her lips with a hint of pride.
But the Killer didn’t understand what she meant.
Misty River—he had never heard of it before. Was it a place name? A sect name? Or a person’s name?
And what did “chief successor” even mean?
Seeing the Killer’s puzzled expression, Yuyi Yue kindly explained:
“My Master said that Misty River is a fairyland formed from the tears of an immortal. My Master and I were chosen by the immortal as successors.”
As she spoke these words, Yuyi Yue’s face was filled with pure joy.
“My Master taught me medicine and Gu Arts and told me to go down the mountain to gain experience, returning to Misty River after a hundred years. By then, having witnessed the ways of the world, I would truly be qualified.”
“Qualified?”
The Killer couldn’t help but repeat the word.
Yuyi Yue nodded, “Qualified to be taken by the immortal to the fairyland. My Master has already gone to the fairyland. She said she would wait for me there.”
Looking into Yuyi Yue’s clear eyes, the Killer felt nothing but absurdity and ridicule.
There was no such thing as an immortal or a fairyland. Such words were too childish and laughable even to deceive a child.
Yet Yuyi Yue clearly wore an expression of happiness.
How ridiculous. So there really were people in this world who lived on fantasies.
The Killer knew very well that Yuyi Yue’s Master must have already passed away, only weaving such a lie for her disciple before dying.
As a healer, did she not even understand the concept of death…
After a moment of silence, the Killer asked Yuyi Yue:
“Yesterday, I killed someone. Did you see it?”
Yuyi Yue nodded, “I saw it. He died on the spot. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of him. You don’t need to pay; just help me clean the courtyard to repay the debt after you recover.”
The Killer was stunned.
He realized he had misunderstood.
So Yuyi Yue understood “death”?
As if reading the Killer’s question, Yuyi Yue smiled and replied:
“Of course I know my Master has already died. I know she made up such a story because she didn’t want me to be sad.”
A trace of loneliness tinged Yuyi Yue’s cool brows:
“My Master lied to me, and I know it. But… I have nothing else. I have no family, no friends. I only had my Master.””If being deceived can bring Master peace of mind, then I don’t mind being deceived.”
Yuyi Yue looked into the Killer’s dazed eyes and revealed a faint, beautiful smile:
“Having someone willing to deceive you is also a very fortunate thing, do you understand?”
This time, the Killer could no longer say anything.
This was something he had long since missed the chance to understand.
…
[Stellar Eye, let’s study the death escape methods in this world.]
[So soon, Master? His Favorability toward you is still very low.]
[Just thinking ahead for now. And don’t worry, get ready for a surge in Favorability.]
[Understood, Master. I will always trust your judgment.]
[By the way, did you record the part where I treated him? When editing, focus first on my technique, then switch to a wide shot, capturing the scenery outside the window, especially the weeping willows and sunlight.]
[Understood.]
In a previous world, Yuyi Yue had deliberately spent over a decade learning medicine from a male protagonist who was a divine physician.
Now, it was coming in handy.
It’s always true that having more skills never weighs you down.