The Other Worldly Black Lotus

Chapter 1 - Part 2

In the flourishing night, A red alluring figure flickered in the cold wind. The woman was smiling lightly, her gorgeous red lips hooked upwards, like an opium poppy alluring but deadly. She lifted her hand pointing her dagger right against the mans neck.

"Say it, who sent you to kill me?"
She said in a light and casual tone but the piercing intention to kill in her voice could not be hidden.

"Hmph, do you think you can still escape? Escaping with the target without permission and running away, the only thing that awaits you is death." The man who was kneeling on the floor said arrogantly. He was dressed in red, his face was pale and covered in sweat.

"Is that so? Do you really think me the ex number one would lose to you people?" She said playfully batting her eyelashes. The woman didn't give the man another chance to talk, with a flick of her wrist, the man's neck twisted unnaturally and in an instant he stopped breathing.

Taking out her handkerchief and wiping her hand the woman turned around and led out a stubborn and unyielding small figure.

"It's ok now, let's go" she said softly.

The little boys ink black eyes were misty as if they were covered by a layer of mist like the surface of a pond without any ripples. Still and quiet breaking the hearts of those who saw them.

His eyes drooped slightly and his actions came that a sudden stop, with shaking hands he began to fumble around until he grabbed onto the woman's coat.

Dazed by the boys actions the woman bent down to pick up the boy but the moment she got up her eyes froze. She put down the boy quickly but the slight stinging pain that came from her neck made her whole body freeze.

"Ghost! It's you!" The woman said grabbing her neck in a deep tone.

The boys tender and lovely face instantly swelled up into a weird and ugly shape, giving a scary feeling that his skin would be ripped apart soon. "You are worthy of your title, Phantom, it is I."

A hideous old man dressed in a red robe stepped out from the darkness, as the old man approached the body of the boy also swayed involuntarily as if he was a soulless wooden doll.

"There's no need for you to struggle anymore, you have already been struck by my nerve poison, give me the boy and surrender." The old man said in a dry and husky voice that sounded like insects wriggling making people shudder.

"Phantom, you are an intelligent person" one by one red figures jumped out from the darkness some were buft, some were sexy, some were tall and some were short. These were the Mo family shadow sections top ten assassins.

Other than the knife shadow that had kicked the bucket a while ago the other eight stared at the woman who's complexion was going dark as if they were looking at something that was already dead.

"Haha, with just you guys?" The woman said lifting an eyebrow laughing madly. "You guys can try, let's see who dies first?"

The opponent had obviously lost her ability to resist but her arrogant attitude still made the eight tremble with fear, this fear was what laid deep in their hearts.

Phantom, was unbeatable!

"Hurry......go....." a weak voice came out of the little boy's throat, hearing this the woman smiled brightly "little fellow, so you can talk!"

Just as she finished speaking, a silver flash flashed pass the boys ink black eyes before anyone could react the blood of the strange old man has sprayed on his face. With a foul stench the blood laid on his face like the flower of evil decaying.

On the ground the blood of the old man melted rapidly forming startling holes in the ground one after the other.

Yet the moment the little boy's skin touched the blood it rotted away, revealing the ghastly sight of his bones but in an instant his skin was back and as good as new.

That's right, this special ability his body had was the beginning of the little boys nightmares.

As far back as he could remember, no matter how serious of an injury he had gotten they all healed instantly.

His flesh and blood could even be used as ingredients for medicine to heal others, no matter how serious the injury, how bad the disease would all be healed the second day and as good as before.

He was the most precious "medicine boy" but what no one knew was that he had already been used like this for the past five hundred years. In between the power struggle of different countries and families, he had way too much death and destruction.

He never fell sick, never aged, never mourned and never died.

The assassins in red stared at the boy, their gaze filled with greed.

This boy was indeed a treasure, he could even heal Ghost's poisoned blood in an instant.

The shadow group had used so much effort to get him but because of Phantoms betrayal all this effort went to waste. The shadow group had spent five whole years in search of them and in these five years the life's of the ten assassins were worse than death. Fortunately they were able to find the medicine boy or else they would all go to hell.

After killing Ghost in one move the woman kept up and drew her sword, instantly a few after images were left in the night sky.

TN: This isn't edited so there might be some spelling and punctuation mistakes.