Chapter 51 The Blind Man
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zheng showed a playful smile. The next moment, he came like a gust of wind, spinning around and waving the axe.
The man had no time to resist, and in the blink of an eye, his head fell to the ground, with blood gushing out from the cross-section.
The bloody means shocked everyone, but the man's words were not without reason. At this point, if the information was false and fell into Ling Zheng's hands, he would not let them survive.
Now they had no choice but to fight to the death, betting that he was just a spent force. With great tacit understanding, they decided to attack him together.
"Let's go together!"
"Okay! Brothers, charge—"
Next to a wooden house in the suburbs, a woman in a thin silk green shirt dances like a startled swan, facing the enemy head-on with one hand, and her moves are unpredictable.
With the other hand, he opened the Gu jar and released a large number of Gu worms. The air was instantly covered with a layer of blue-gray poisonous gas, which made people terrified.
As everyone knows, Ling Zheng is a master of witchcraft, and they have been on guard for a long time. However, it is precisely because of his high talent in making witchcraft and the extraordinary grade of the witchcraft insects that there is no absolute antidote in the world.
After throwing the poisonous insects, Ling Zheng held the two axes and moved among the enemies like a ghost, constantly reaping souls. The sharp blades were stained with large amounts of blood, dripping with sound.
On the surface, we are unstoppable, but we are outnumbered. These people are not small fry, and each of them has their own skills.
The poisonous insects can at most hinder them but cannot kill them, so Ling Zheng can only fight them with his body.
As time passed, Ling Zheng's physical energy was rapidly lost. His solar plexus seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, swelling and swelling, and every part of his limbs was groaning in pain.
In order to stay awake, he had bitten the tip of his tongue, and his mouth was filled with the taste of rust. Before Ling Zheng could catch his breath, enemies came from all directions.
He kicked the oncoming enemy in the chest, sending him flying.
With a "crack", the fence in the yard broke, and the man was pierced all over by the sharp cross-section. He convulsed for a moment and then died.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed into his throat, and Ling Zheng couldn't help coughing twice. The suppressed blood rushed up, and a trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Ling Zheng actually vomited blood!"
"The intelligence is true! He can't hold on much longer!"
Seeing this scene, the enemies who were originally in low spirits seemed to be energized. All their intentions to retreat disappeared, and they all vied to be the ones to chop off Ling Zheng's head.
Ling Zheng licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with evil: "You can't kill me."
Amidst the crowd's disbelief, his strength grew rapidly. The axe blade in his hand spun like a top, the whistling sound was endless. Soon he transformed into a cold-faced butcher, blood and flesh flying everywhere he went.
A few were lucky enough to escape, but the rest died in panic.
It's finally quiet.
His face suddenly turned pale, he staggered to his knees, gasping for breath, and a sharp hallucinatory sound rang in his head, foreshadowing the collapse of this body.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air, and someone's clothes were rustling in the wind.
He comes with bad intentions!
Ling Zheng tried his best to roll to the side, but he never expected that a large amount of white powder would be scattered towards him, with a faint strange fragrance.
The physical exhaustion made his reaction slow, and he was caught off guard for a moment, and the powder attached to his eyes.
At first it was itchy, and I wanted to scratch it with my hands. Then it felt like an unbearable stinging pain, as if I was being pierced by countless needles.
Physiological tears instantly filled my red eyes, and in the blink of an eye, tears streamed down my face.
In the dim light, Ling Zheng could only see the attacker's figure. He held on to his last breath, stood up, and practiced light skills with his back to him.
When his life was hanging by a thread, he suddenly burst out with unimaginable strength and slipped away right under that person's nose.
Ling Zheng dragged his broken body and leaped while thinking, his figure did not seem to be what he heard. What was the purpose of that person killing him?
Seeking revenge? Profit? The burning sensation in his dantian didn't allow Ling Zheng to think any further.
In the previous battle, he had used up all his own energy to drain the Qi from his Dantian. Now he was forcing himself to use his Qi, and the dried-up Dantian showed signs of breaking.
At this moment, Ling Zheng's vision began to blur and his mood fell to the bottom. This was the first time he was forced into such an embarrassing situation.
Following the direction of the noisy voices, he climbed over the eaves and walls and settled in a corner in the busy street.
In broad daylight, that person might be afraid of the eyes of the people.
Ling Zheng leaned against the wall with all his strength, staring blankly at one place, his eyes gradually losing focus.
He knew what that pinch of powder was. The scent of this spice was the Sun-Blinding Powder from the Western Regions, which was actually blinding.
The medicinal power is very strong. If it weren't for his special bloodline and extraordinary resistance to poison, the Bi Ri San would have taken effect immediately. Therefore, that person did not want to reveal his identity.
Is it that God wants to kill me today?
In such a situation, even someone as powerful as Ling Zheng would feel sad.
No! He suddenly remembered that he still had a resurrection pill! It was given to him by the emperor some time ago, and he had been keeping it with him.
There is always a way out. Ling Zheng's spirits lifted, and he reached into his lapel and felt a small, hard, gourd-shaped object.
Found it!
"Princess Shangle is giving food on the street--" someone shouted excitedly.
Ling Zheng didn't take it seriously. He opened the cork, poured out the only pill inside, placed it in his palm and was about to eat it when something unexpected happened.
People flocked to the street, and one of them accidentally bumped into Ling Zheng while running, and the pill rolled to the ground.
The man didn't even apologize and ran away with the crowd.
At a makeshift stall, the mysterious woman who had played the game of pitching pots earlier was wearing a simple skirt, decorated only with a plain hairpin, and was handing out porridge-soaked steamed buns with a smile.
Beside him was the guard A Liu, and there were heavy guards on both sides of the stall.
The princess is at the beginning of the street, Ling Zheng is at the end of the street, close at hand, yet far away.
After the pill fell to the ground, Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment. Ling Zheng slowly lay down, supporting the ground with one hand and sweeping the ground with the other hand. The ground was very rough and had many particles.
Every time I touched something, I pinched it with my fingertips, but it wouldn’t budge—it was just a small stone.
He was suddenly hit by a blunt force on the side of his waist, and someone kicked him to the ground like a dead dog.
"Where did this blind man come from? He doesn't even know he's blocking the road. Get away from me." The angry voice gradually faded away and the person left.
Then, there were more footsteps coming from far away, then from near to far away. It was impossible to find the medicine pill.
Aside from the muffled groans he let out when he was hit, Ling Zheng curled up and made no other sound. Assessing the situation was ingrained in his instincts, and he knew full well that he had no power to resist.
Following this familiar feeling of powerlessness, his thoughts went back to the days many years ago when he first worked as a medicine man in the Cliff Valley, where he was also at the mercy of others...
When the voices of people gradually died down, Ling Zheng walked around by feeling his way along the brick wall and came to a dilapidated temple.
He sniffed and smelled the scent of incense and a hint of stale wood.
Since it was completely dark in front of my eyes, my other four senses became clearer.
The next second, the subtle sound of two feet stamping on the ground was heard from behind.
"I found you."
The voice was hoarse, as if it was deliberately disguised, which proved that they had met before.
This was Ling Zheng’s last thought before he fainted from the excruciating pain in his dantian.
…
"He's moving!" a clear voice shouted. It was a child's voice, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
"It's hopeless. It's all your fault for being cowardly!" Another person was furious. He was probably older and could tell it was a boy.
"But, but he is still alive." The child said in a low voice.
"What's the point of being alive? We're almost starving to death." It was another different child, speaking in a soft voice.
"If only I could have snatched the princess' alms offering two days ago."
Ling Zheng could still hear several breaths, and the sour smell of clothes was very pungent. They were surrounding him, and their conversation was chilling.
His first reaction was to open his eyes, only to see nothing. Oh, he had forgotten, he was blind.
He tried to sit up, but a tearing pain shot through his lower abdomen, instantly provoking a cold sweat on his forehead. Ling Zheng touched the thin silk and found that the blood had formed a hard lump.
He pressed it gently and suddenly his whole body shuddered. It was the wound in his dantian that was pierced by a sharp weapon, and now there was a thin scab.
A shattered Dantian means the total destruction of one's martial arts abilities. Most people with a destroyed Dantian will never be able to return to the path of martial arts.
The corners of Ling Zheng's mouth twitched as he let out a meaningless laugh, which scared the children around him. They thought he was crazy and ran away in a hurry.
Having survived a great disaster, I will definitely avenge this vengeance. Ling Zheng's pretty face turned hideous and ferocious. He dug at the earthen wall and spent a long time forcing himself to stand up. His slender fingers were stained with blood.
After lying in the ruined temple for two days without food or water, coupled with excessive blood loss, it was a miracle that he could wake up. The most urgent thing was to relieve hunger and thirst, restore his strength, and then find a way to heal his eyes.
Ling Zheng leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on a certain place. His throat felt sore as if it had been cut by a knife. He asked calmly, "Kids, do you know any restaurants nearby?"
"I know, but do you have money?" the child replied.
He reached towards the purse, but found it empty. He raised his voice unconsciously and asked, "Did you take it?!"
"No." The ragged little girl shook her hand. "When we found you, you had no money on you." She did not shy away from revealing the fact that she had tried to plunder Ling Zheng's belongings.
Ling Zheng searched his body and found that several bottles of Gu were missing. However, for some reason, the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue was still there. He remained silent. Should he be thankful that the thief still left him clothes to cover his body?
“…Goodbye.”
Ling Zheng groped his way along the wall and stumbled out of the temple. Due to his lack of experience, he almost tripped over the threshold.
Water was easy to get. There happened to be a river passing by the temple. He carefully approached the river bank, scooped up a handful of water and drank it.
The clear river water is better than nectar, relieving the burning throat.
Since he was not thirsty, he thought for a moment, picked up the wet mud beside him and smeared it on his face. Now, an overly eye-catching appearance would do him more harm than good.
Ling Zheng walked for a long time, asking for food everywhere, but as expected, he got nothing. What's more, some people saw that Ling Zheng was blind and insulted him verbally.
A few sharp-eyed people, seeing through his disguise and his striking appearance, wanted to capture him and take him to Nanfeng Pavilion. Ling Zheng used his remaining weapons to defend himself, and they gave up the idea because they didn't dare to get close.
Ling Zheng's energy was wasted in vain. His internal organs felt like they were being torn apart by a wild beast, and his body was hot and cold. When he was about to give up, a waiter came out of the restaurant in front of him, holding a wooden barrel and placed it in front of several beggars.
"The shopkeeper is so kind that he gives you the leftovers." He said in a cold tone and quickly returned to the restaurant.
The beggars didn't care about the waiter's attitude at all. They excitedly grabbed the edge of the wooden barrel and were about to use the wooden spoon to scoop food into their broken bowls.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by for no reason. They looked around but found nothing. When they turned around, they found a man standing in front of them, picking up the leftovers with his hands and swallowing them in big mouthfuls.
The food was cold and had a sour smell of decay, but Ling Zheng didn't care and ate it desperately. He wanted to live!
When Ling Zheng was in the most miserable state, his desire for life reached its peak.
He wants revenge! He wants to make those who hurt him suffer a thousand times more than he did!
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