Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 681: Unnatural Death And A Hidden Warning

The Hall Master’s face was pale, lips faintly blue, and eyes dull.

Han Yu checked the others.

They were the same men he had fought earlier.

All of them were dead.

"This is strange... They did not die from any normal attacks and certainly not from my attacks earlier."

What confused him was what he did not see.

There were no new wounds.

No slashes, no crushed bones, no signs of blunt force.

Everything visible on their bodies matched only the damage he himself had caused earlier.

He knelt and examined their necks.

There, hidden beneath collars and stiff skin, were two small puncture wounds on each corpse.

They were deep and clean.

Fang marks.

Han Yu frowned.

"These are not snake bites," he muttered. "The spacing is wrong, and the holes are too large. There are no secondary teeth marks either, so it is not a beast that bites with a full jaw."

He pressed his fingers against the skin.

The flesh was frozen solid, not from the winter air, but from something far colder that had entered from within.

Their blood had frozen inside their veins.

Their organs had stiffened as if turned to ice.

This was not natural cold.

This was cold that had been forced into them.

"A Qi skill."

Han Yu straightened slowly, his gaze dark. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The memory of the energy trail, the timing, and the strange nature of the deaths aligned too perfectly.

"So she does have ’cold fangs’," he murmured.

Madam Cold Fang.

She had cleaned up the loose ends.

Not out of kindness, not out of justice, but out of convenience.

Those men had caused trouble in her pavilion.

They had drawn attention.

They had become liabilities.

And she had removed them.

Silently.

Efficiently.

Without leaving traces that could be easily followed.

Han Yu looked at the bodies again, his expression unreadable.

He did not feel horror.

He did not feel pity.

He only felt confirmation.

Madam Cold Fang was far more dangerous than most people in Frost Plume Town could ever imagine.

And now, he and she shared a secret.

He erased his tracks, returned the bodies to how he had found them, and left the area, rising back into the sky and flying toward town.

By the time he returned to his room, the night was already thinning, the darkness slowly giving way to gray.

He sat down, exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes.

Madam Cold Fang had shown him her fangs.

Not as a threat.

Not as a warning.

But as a message.

’I can erase what I wish, and I do so without sound.’

Han Yu understood it clearly.

And he also understood that as long as neither of them crossed the invisible line between them, this town would remain calm.

But if that line was ever broken, Frost Plume Town would become a battlefield that most would never even realize they were standing in.

Han Yu was certain that what he had witnessed in the forest was not an accident, nor was it merely the result of his own curiosity leading him into a hidden truth. Madam Cold Fang had wanted him to see it, and she had made sure that he would.

With her level of cultivation and control, there was no chance that he would have sensed her movements unless she allowed it. The faint energy trail, the timing of it passing near the inn, and the placement of the corpses in a spot that his senses could easily pick up all pointed to the same conclusion.

It was a warning, quiet and elegant, but heavy with meaning.

She had shown him her method of "cleaning up."

Not to impress him, and not to threaten him openly, but to make sure he understood the kind of person he had exchanged words with in that inner chamber. She had wanted him to know that the courtesy she had shown him at the pavilion was not born of weakness or sentiment, but of calculated choice.

Han Yu could not help but find it a little amusing.

"So much for wanting to handle it cleanly," he muttered quietly to himself. "She was going to kill them anyway. I just gave her a better excuse."

He let the thought settle, then pushed it aside. Whatever game Madam Cold Fang played, it was not his concern as long as their paths did not cross again in a hostile way. He had seen enough to know that crossing her would be a wasteful and unnecessary risk.

He returned to meditation and remained still for a few more hours, allowing his soul Qi and spirit Qi to settle and stabilize after the events of the night.

Outside, the world slowly brightened, though the light came late and weak. When he finally opened his eyes, pale sunlight was slipping through the window, and he could feel the bite of winter even through the walls of the inn.

The sun had not risen until nearly ten in the morning, which was a clear sign that winter had fully arrived in this region.

Han Yu rose, packed his things, and left the inn.

He went straight to the markets, moving through the narrow streets with steady steps, his mind already focused on preparation. He had learned well enough during his journey through the mountains that hunger was not his greatest enemy, but monotony certainly was.

Eating nothing but grilled, boiled, and roasted meat without seasoning had dulled even the best cuts, and he had no intention of repeating that mistake.

This time, he bought spices.

Not just salt, but dried peppers, fragrant herbs, ground roots, and even a few rare aromatic powders that were usually reserved for rich households. He paid without hesitation, stacking the bundles and bottles neatly into his storage pouch.

After that, he headed for a familiar shop and bought Spirit Cinnamon Whiskey.

He did not take a small flask this time, but an entire small barrel, nearly ten liters in volume, and paid for it with spirit stones without blinking. The merchant’s eyes shone as he counted the payment again and again, as if afraid it might vanish if he looked away for too long.