God's Container (Part 3)

He saw him silently approach the back of a guard, stretch out his fingers and touch his neck gently.

After a moment, they exchanged two or three quick blows, and the guard fell down. There was no warning at all.

The young man motioned for him to follow.

As Li Yuebai left, he glanced curiously at the guard who had fallen silent.

He was lying face up, with no light of life in his eyes.

He saw that there was a piece of his neck missing, revealing a bloody hole.

The same was true for the next few people.

"How did you do it?" Li Yuebai asked curiously.

After they left the warning area, Rost said casually:

"I used my spatial ability to remove his larynx first to prevent him from making any sound."

Li Yuebai: "It's so terrifying."

Rost: “?”

"Then why didn't you use this move when you fought me?"

The young man paused and asked, "Which teammate of yours do you want to have his larynx removed?"

Li Yuebai smiled.

*

Although he was decisive and ruthless in killing his enemies, Rost felt a headache when he faced Li Yuebai.

They had been alone together for some time.

...Originally, someone was arranged to pick them up outside the security zone, but because Li's destination had subtly changed from the original, he did not meet up with the rebels as originally planned.

Thus, the two people embarked on a psychedelic journey.

When Rost said there was an unknown danger, Li Yuebai was taking photos and checking in.

When Rost killed people coldly, Li Yuebai covered his mouth and screamed.

While living in the open air in Rost, Li Yuebai was being picky.

The young man added precipitant to the wild water he took. After sedimentation, he filtered it three times with a filter and finally handed it to him.

"I can't drink it." Student Li said, "It's really hard to swallow the water."

Disgusting noble, perhaps that's what he should think.

Rossiter slowed down his pace and built a simple distillation device.

Every time he used this device to distill spring water, Li would stare at the water mist, wondering what he was thinking.

His face was immersed in the hazy mist, with a hint of moisture, appearing fresh and timeless.

Li Yuebai: Reminiscing about high school courses.

After walking for a while, Li felt tired.

"I can't walk anymore."

"If I remember correctly, you passed the academy's physical fitness test with good results?" Rost was sharpening his dagger.

He used the sword more often before, but a sharp dagger is more suitable for them now that they have to act cautiously.

"You don't understand. Tiredness is just a feeling."

"Oh? Don't you think about which young master is so insistent on going home?"

Student Li didn't want to pay attention to him.

Even his suggestion of "carrying him and walking" was rejected.

He put his hands on his head and slowly combed his hair, again and again.

He soothed him as he would a flower, a lily of the valley.

"Student Li..." As expected of a former team leader, he was reliable and considerate. He always asked about his feelings and adjusted the plan based on his opinions.

He saw that there was some moisture in his eyes.

He slowly stroked his thumb over his cheek, touching his smile.

It seems that Li's mood has improved again.

*

The Li family was in extreme danger at the moment, and without the strength of the Sword Saint, Rost was unsure whether he could escort the person to the destination, so he decided to take a detour and hand the person over to Tang Yimeier, who had taken refuge with the Li family after the war. Li Yuebai agreed.

After the Li family's rebellion, Don Yimei no longer concealed his identity and through manipulating the living dead, his strength increased exponentially.

Because of the evil deeds he committed on the battlefield, most people hated him and were unwilling to even mention his name, only calling him the Puppet Master.

…He put the sharp dagger against his neck.

"Why aren't you afraid at all? You." The young man whispered in his ear.

It sounded like a threat, but also like an ambiguous whisper.

Li Yuebai buried his face and said nothing.

He should play the villain well, but he couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, remembering the last time they practiced, he supported his waist and said almost helplessly: "Don't fall into my arms."

Student Li said, “But I just can’t stand.”

The young man came to his senses, raised his eyes, and challenged his enemy: "Why don't you disperse these things for your master of the Li family? Otherwise, I will cut his neck open, okay?"

There are countless pairs of dark eyes all around.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, almost nauseating.

Don Yimer stood there without saying a word, his black clothes fluttering.

Just as Rost was thinking about whether this attempt had failed and whether he should retreat in time, the puppeteer moved his fingers slightly.

Countless pairs of lifeless eyes moved further away.

He finally got a better look at the scene nearby.

Wherever the puppet passed, there were no intact corpses, only blood all over the ground.

Even corpses that cannot be made into puppets will be disassembled by these living dead and pieced together into a more complete body.

They are tireless, fearless of life and death, and just keep attacking. Those who die at the hands of these puppets will only feel despair.

...The murderous intent that felt like a thorn in the back became more obvious.

Rost said calmly, "Put down your weapon and come closer."

The black-clad puppeteer opened his empty hands, made a hugging gesture, and said his first words: "The puppet is my weapon."

His vocal cords were clogged and his voice was hoarse.

This strange sound made Li Yuebai look at him curiously, and then he was stunned.

This guy... why is he different from before?

"Don't move," Rost warned him.

Li Yuebai lowered his eyes obediently.

Continue to play the role of a poor little thing held hostage by the villain.

Although Li said that he had a good relationship with Tang Yimei, he still had to make sure that he would not hurt him.

So they planned this test together.

The puppeteer followed his instructions and slowly approached.

10m.

7m.

5m.

In a flash, they suddenly moved at the same time.

The young man thrust the dagger into his heart.

The puppeteer neither dodged nor fought back.

Perhaps because he was running out of time, he first turned sideways and embraced the hostage who was about to fall.

Then he extended his other hand.

Under the influence of the puppet thread, the dagger's landing point shifted, leaving only a heavy cut on his chest.

Blood splattered.

In a moment, the retreating puppets came back like a tide.

Rost pretended that the assassination attempt had failed and retreated swiftly.

The thick bloody smell all around seemed to condense and turn into a sharp sword, shooting towards him.

The puppeteer held the hostage tightly, then looked at him, his dark pupils filled with anger and murderous intent.

All the puppets were facing him, with identical expressions.

Hmm, it looks like I’m going to be hunted down.

But...they do seem to have a very good relationship.

If Tang Yimei hadn't tried to help Li, he wouldn't have been cut so badly and deeply by him.

He was still counting on him to send the person home, so he didn't even kill him.

He suddenly recalled a certain memory.

Student Li sat on the ground, propped up his chin and asked, "Since everyone thinks the Li family is anti-human, why do you still want to send the enemy home?"

"I just follow my heart." He lowered his head and sharpened the dagger repeatedly.

"oh."

"Do you think we are enemies?"

Student Li shook his head without hesitation.

He said, “Then I am just like you.”

During a later failed uprising, in his dying trance, he could still recall his sudden smile.