Chapter 17 On the night of the first snow, his mother had used the "Heavenly Spirit..."
With his neck pressed against the cold and sharp blade, Black Wing couldn't even tell whether it was his own pulse beating or the heart of the weapon.
He is already over thirty, but his sexual development stagnated at the age of five.
This is the limitation of his martial arts, but it is also his advantage in combat.
Many people would let down their guard because of his appearance, and thus very few could survive the moment he struck.
However, who is this woman?
Black Wing was oppressed by the murderous aura so close to him that he couldn't help swallowing. His Adam's apple rolled as it touched the sharp edge of the dagger, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Wen Ying sensed the breath of the other two children, which was steady and stable.
He must have fallen asleep.
Children are the "goods" of the Suzaku Cult, and they will not devalue the hard-earned commodities upon delivery, so Changsheng and the girl should be safe.
"Sister, what did you say? I don't quite understand." Black Wing wanted to struggle, but all he got in response was a bloody mark from the cut skin.
Damn, this woman acted without hesitation, she's a professional.
Black Wing cursed in his heart and dared not say another word.
"Don't waste time. I just want to ask one question: who is 'that adult'?"
Wen Ying heard the guardians say "that adult" more than once.
Bu Xingde is just a sorcerer and has no ability to fulfill the wishes of so many people. There must be someone supporting them behind the scenes.
Combined with their close connection with the goddess of mercy, the truth behind his father's death must have something to do with "that adult".
When Hei Yi heard this question, his scalp tingled.
If this woman knew about "that adult", would they still have a chance to survive?
But he had no choice now, and anything was better than dying here.
Just as Black Wing was about to speak, he heard a familiar male voice.
"Have you heard? The leader announced that he will perform 'Rebirth from the Ashes' in three days. There are so many things to prepare... Black Wing? Where are you?"
It's a goldfinch!
Black Wing raised his hand with all his strength and was about to knock on the wooden wall to inform Goldfinch of his location.
But Wen Ying was faster than him and cut off his head cleanly and efficiently. Blood spurted out instantly, staining the girl's delicate face like a red porcelain vase.
Black Wing's body went limp, and he never understood how he lost until his death.
Wen Ying carefully laid Hei Yi's body flat and focused her attention on listening to the noise outside.
Jinque saw the empty cage and muttered, "Did Hongsuo and Lan Gen go to deliver the goods so soon?"
While walking towards the high platform in the courtyard.
One step, two steps...
Wen Ying clenched the dagger in her hand.
The moment she realized there was cartilage powder in the air, she adjusted her internal energy and tried her best to block the drug out of her body, but without ventilation, she was more or less affected.
Before she knew the strength of Jinque, she was not sure of winning.
Boom, boom, boom…
The footsteps merged with Wen Ying's heartbeat, and she heard Jinque standing in front of the platform.
The two men faced each other with only a thin layer of wood between them.
Wen Ying broke out in a cold sweat on her back as she thought about her escape route if she was discovered.
The platform was built exquisitely, with bells and flames carved to look lifelike. After being painted with blue and red paint, it exudes an eerie and gorgeous feeling.
Goldfinch raised his hand, knocked on the wooden board of the platform, and said in amazement: "How much will this be worth if it is sold? It will be burned in three days, what a pity."
After saying that, he walked away, shouting, "Black Wing! Black Wing, where have you been? I'm telling you, we're going to be busy for a while, so you'd better not hide away and be lazy!"
As the voice faded away, Wen Ying's tense nerves finally relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the person who came was a person with a poor brain.
There was a slight chill from her sweat, and Wen Ying picked up the two sleeping children, activated the mechanism after making sure that there was no one around, and flew out.
When she was about to leave, Wen Ying suddenly thought of something and turned back.
He made some cuts with the dagger "given" by Black Wing, and finally took a look at his masterpiece before leaving with satisfaction.
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Changsheng had a dream.
His earliest memory is of his mother's arms.
It was warm but it rained occasionally.
When he looked up, he could see his mother's purple face and tearful eyes.
"Changsheng, you must live a hundred years."
Mother always says this.
Daddy loves him very much. Every time he comes home, he will pick him up affectionately and take him out for a walk.
"Changsheng, you are my cash cow."
Dad always says that.
He didn't understand what "money tree" meant, but his uncle who had eavesdropped on a few classes at the private school next door said it was a good word.
Daddy really loves him.
Only sometimes, really sometimes, he would be thrown into a dark room, and there would always be some adults in the room whose faces he could not see clearly.
Once the bell rang, they would cut his skin with cold blades.
He could feel his body slowly getting colder until it became the same temperature as the blade, and until everything in front of his eyes went dark.
But when I open my eyes, I will see my father's smiling face and feel my mother's embrace.
Just like now.
Changsheng slowly opened his eyes and found himself being embraced. It was an embrace smaller than his mother's, but equally warm and powerful.
He raised his head and his eyes met the dark metal mask.
Wen Ying lowered her eyes and said in a soft voice, "Is that all right? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Changsheng's mind was still a little dull. He felt his body and found it was no longer stiff and cold as before, but warm.
So, he shook his head and said, "I'm fine, who are you?"
After saying this, he suddenly realized that the other party seemed to have said that she was his mother's friend, so he quickly added: "Can you take me to find the 'Heavenly Spirit Grass'? My mother needs it to save her life."
Wen Ying didn't say anything, she just walked with him in her arms.
Changsheng didn't ask any more questions. His head was still a little dizzy and he had no strength in his whole body. He could only collapse in the girl's arms.
The day has ended. There are no oil lamps in the suburbs, and even candles are a rare commodity. The only light is the flame of the Vermillion Bird god.
Changsheng watched Wen Ying walking against the light. When the artificial firelight faded, the little boy realized that the light cast by the moon was enough to illuminate his way forward.
"S-Sir?"
Changsheng heard his father's voice and tried to turn his head towards him.
I usually feel like a very tall figure, but now I am kneeling on the ground crying, I look so small.
"Please forgive me!" Hong Liu cried with tears and snot, "I was just bewildered for a moment. If you like this kid, I can give him to you! I promise I will never report him to the police. Please forgive me."
Wen Ying looked down at Hong Liu, her eyes like frost clinging to wintersweet.
This is what a useless person is like. When he raises his hands, he is extending his fists to the weaker person, and when he kneels down, he is begging for mercy from the stronger person.
She ignored Hong Liu's barking and just tilted her head and whispered, "Changsheng, what do you think?"
Hong Liu was stunned, and immediately understood what Wen Ying meant. He crawled on his knees and begged Changsheng: "Changsheng, you know, Daddy has no ill intentions. Daddy just wants some money so that our family can live a better life."
Changsheng looked at Hong Liu and did not respond to his words.
He still remembered the day he came back, the ecstasy in his father's eyes, and the words "all is well" and "all is well" he kept saying.
The eldest son moved his lips and asked only one question: "Daddy, where is Mom?"
Hong Liu's voice stopped abruptly.
"The day I came back, you said you and mom were fine, but where is mom?"
The weather in early winter is cold. Every time you call "Mom", a white smoke will float out from every child's lips.
Hong Liu only heard that on the day Changsheng escaped, his wife also died under the feet of the marchers, and he never cared about her again after that.
How did he know where Changsheng's mother was?
Wen Ying knew everything when she saw Hong Liu's expression. She frowned slightly and thought about how to comfort Changsheng, but Changsheng spoke first:
"...Sister, let's go."
The girl's eyes flickered, and after a moment she asked softly, "Aren't you going home?"
Changsheng shook his head, the world spinning before his eyes: "My home is not here."
Wen Ying understood Changsheng's meaning, turned around and walked away with Changsheng in her arms.
When Hong Liu saw Wen Ying taking a step forward, he felt safe for a moment and grinned.
Women are easily deceived. If he then reports it to the police, the child will be back, right?
He also had to thank this bitch for rescuing his son. Now he could...
In an instant, the silver light broke through the frosty air and pierced into the man's brow, freezing his beautiful dream forever in the cold winter night.
The blood glowed black in the night, slowly flowing down and blending into the muddy ground.
Wen Ying withdrew her hand and walked in the moonlight holding the boy in her arms.
Suddenly, a little bit of coolness fell on her cheek. The girl looked up and saw pure white snowflakes falling from the sky, sinking into her skin and disappearing.
The first snow of this year.
"elder sister."
Changsheng's voice drew Wen Ying's attention back, and she responded softly, "Yeah."
"No need to find me 'Heavenly Spirit Grass'."
A smile appeared on Changsheng's childish face. Wen Ying felt her shoulders were a little wet, not knowing whether it was the falling snowflakes or the boy's tears.
"I already have it, my 'Heavenly Spirit Grass'."
That night, his mother had already used the "Heavenly Spirit Grass" to buy him a glimmer of hope.
The omnipotent herb that his mother mentioned was in his body.
Exuding vigorous vitality.
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Yan Jing heard the deliberate landing sound made by the newcomer, and looked away slightly, saying in a light tone: "Will Liming be so late?"
"There are always some things that need to be dealt with first." Wen Ying moved her wrist and asked in a deep voice, "What stage has it reached?"
When Yan Jing looked at the girl, he felt that she seemed more motivated today than before, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
He didn't ask any more questions, but just said softly:
"The stage has been set, and the false god has announced his own death in broad daylight."
"It's time to kill the gods."
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