Anyway, the rain just started.
The rain came quite suddenly, but it's also normal for it to fall.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and raindrops began to fall to the ground.
At first, it was just a few raindrops wetting the ground, but after a while, the rain started to get bigger.
The raindrops grew larger and denser, and the sound of them hitting the ground changed accordingly.
In this torrential rain, someone is killing... no, to be precise, relieving pain.
Haha, let's not dwell on that. No matter how you look at it, it's still murder.
Let's shift our focus from that bloody scene and turn it to the rain that just started.
Raindrops fell to the ground and bounced up, turning into mist.
In the fog, everything in the city appeared hazy.
Both people and objects were blurred, and even various sounds became indistinct.
Apart from the sound of rain, there was almost no other sound in the world.
It's often said that rain can wash everything away, but now it seems that's an exaggeration.
Because the bloodstains on the ground had not dissipated, and the blood that had seeped into the soil had not dissipated either.
Even with the heavy rain, the ground remained a dark red.
After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually subsided, and the fog dissipated.
The people and things in the city have reappeared. Perhaps the rain has lessened, because there are other smells in the air besides the smell of earth.
What does it taste like?
The taste of blood.
The smell was there before the rain, because Wu Er had lost so much blood, so it naturally had a bloody smell.
Even after the rain subsided, the stench of blood did not dissipate; instead, it became even stronger.
This means that someone was bleeding again just now, and quite a lot of it.
So whose blood was shed?
The answer is self-evident.
Wu Er stood amidst the ruins, his feet on the ground and his head under the sky.
His body was already soaked through by the heavy rain, and rainwater mixed with blood dripped down from his body.
"Phew~"
Looking at the surrounding scenery, Wu Er gasped for breath.
No one knows what he's thinking right now; all he wants to do is stay put.
Not far away, Fang Tianzhi brushed aside the messy raindrops and slowly walked to Wu Er's side.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better? Your injuries shouldn't hurt anymore, right?"
Looking at Wu Er, Fang Tianzhi couldn't hide his smugness.
This material is not easy to refine. First, they launched a plague, then brainwashed people with various speeches, and now they have slaughtered a city.
He spent more effort on Wu Er than on other "materials".
However, he believed it was all worthwhile, and Fang Tianzhi couldn't wait to see the results.
After experiencing all this, even the kindest person would go crazy, right?
After killing so many people, who wouldn't go crazy?
And as it turned out, Wu Er really did go crazy.
Beneath the rain and amidst the pool of blood, he stared blankly at everything around him.
Wu Er slowly raised his hands. Although the rain had washed away the blood, there was no longer any blood on his hands.
But things stained with blood will always leave traces.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
After calling out twice, Wu Er's eyes became even more terrified.
He took a few steps back, swaying uncontrollably, his face contorted in pain.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Then Wu Er cried out twice more in pain, and then covered his chest with his hand.
The pain in my body stopped, but my heart started to ache again.
When you're angry, you act recklessly, but in the end, your heart will still ache.
Fang Tianzhi was increasingly satisfied with what he saw, and he almost cheered.
"What a perfect material! A cultivator who is so kind yet infiltrated with so much evil—there's probably no other like him in the whole world!"
In the rain, in the city, in pools of blood.
One person suffers, another rejoices.
"With your help, my sword will definitely be perfect."
Fang Tianzhi began his final work.
He refined Wu Er in this way so that he could use Wu Er to forge a sword.
What about that sword? Actually, that sword has already appeared before.
It was the sword that people used to bleed Wu Er, the sword that had gathered countless evil thoughts.
Fang Tianzhi made a grasping motion towards a spot not far away, and the sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, flew to his side.
Raindrops falling on the sword's edge would split in two, stained with Wu Er's blood.
Even under such heavy rain, the bloodstains on it could not be washed off.
Fang Tianzhi used his magic to bind Wu Er again, then gripped the sword in his hand. "Do you know what this sword is called?"
Wu Er, who had been pierced through, remained silent.
Fang Tianzhi didn't want Wu Er to speak either; now that the situation was settled, he was the victor.
The victors should enjoy some of the rights of victors.
For example, mocking those who fail.
"This sword is called Wujian. Do you know why it's called Wujian?"
Another question was posed, but Wu Er still didn't answer. All he could do now was silently stand in the rain.
Fang Tianzhi started walking again, walking with the air of a victor.
He walked around Wu Er in the rain, saying, "Because this sword is entangled with countless wronged souls, it is said that the ghosts of this sword can fill the Avici Hell, so I named it Avici."
After saying all this, Fang Tianzhi nodded in satisfaction.
The victor's declaration has been delivered, and naturally, it feels good.
Perhaps this is why those villains talk so much.
"Alright." Fang Tianzhi held the sword horizontally at his side. "You've heard everything. Now it's time for you to consecrate the sword."
After saying that, Fang Tianzhi raised his sword and was about to slash at Wu Er.
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