Chapter 75 Why did you meet me?
The alley was narrow, and the walls on both sides swallowed up the remaining rays of the setting sun, leaving only a narrow strip of twilight overhead.
This is a dead end.
Blocking the two gray-clad assassins, or rather, the two shadows of that one assassin.
"Ya Zi."
Shen Juansheng spoke, but his voice was terrifyingly calm, and even had his usual clear and gentle tone.
"It turns out that my two uncles are still alive." He smiled slightly, and that smile was so beautiful that it seemed a little abrupt in the dim alley.
"Are you alive?"
The gray-clothed man on the left snorted coldly, "The Nine Dragon Sons of the Tianji Pavilion were so majestic in the past."
The gray-robed man on the right had a glint of resentment in his eyes. "—Qiuniu, Bi'an, these two building owners were loyal and devoted, yet you secretly murdered them. Not even their bodies have been found."
"Suanni and I were lucky enough to escape and survive. You cut off the arm of that rat Chaofeng and subdued him, turning him into an old dog under your saddle."
"Pulao was tortured, his shoulder blade ripped out alive, and then replaced with a slave boy found from nowhere. Fuxi has a shady relationship with the court, and Baxia was handed over to a little girl!"
Two voices, one on the left and one on the right, were like poisonous blades in their hands, dissecting the bloody interior of the Tianji Pavilion one sentence at a time.
"You evil creature, within a year, you have turned the old Pavilion Master's hard work upside down!"
"You've even brought up this ridiculous thing about love poison, bringing disgrace to the Tianji Pavilion!"
Shen Juansheng waited for them to finish speaking seriously and silently.
"Hmm." In the end, after hearing this bloody rebuke, he remained silent.
"You two have followed my father for many years, and I am deeply grateful for your kindness. Today I will send you on your journey to accompany him."
Before he finished speaking, the two figures intertwined like ghosts and the attack started again.
Qing Guiyu only felt a tightening around her waist, and her whole body was pressed deeper into his arms. The young man in black turned around and completely protected her between himself and the wall.
There was an extremely cold feeling in the air.
Chen Juansheng's profile was pressed against her cheek, and his cold hair brushed against her eyelashes.
She couldn't see his expression at the moment, but she could clearly feel that the cold marrow energy circulating in his body had suppressed all the panic he had just felt. The blood flow in his heart, guarded by the life-threatening needle array, was coldly stable.
It was as if the young man who was blushing, heartbeating and panicking while hugging her just now was just a dream in her life.
This is the real Young Master Jin Sheng.
The twin killers known as "Jia Zi" were extremely cunning and coordinated perfectly, with one attacking from the front and the other attacking from the side.
The knife light was like two intertwined fangs, opening and closing, just like a pair of sharp scissors, weaving through the gaps between the golden threads.
Chen Juansheng held her in his arms and moved around in the dark alley between the abbots.
But in a moment, scattered stars hid the sky, and clouds and rainbows formed into five shapes. In the narrow night, it was like a group of stars and a bunch of hanging silk threads.
Suddenly, she felt a lightness on her waist and flew into the air. It turned out that she was carried by Chen Juansheng and stepped ostentatiously onto the top golden thread.
Suddenly the stars left the clouds and the sky was high and vast.
Chen Juansheng lowered his head indifferently, his black hair falling along the golden thread. He just hugged her tighter, and his free hand made a vague clasping motion in the air.
A chill was floating in the air, and all the golden threads in the alleys seemed to have heard the command, instantly gathering and squeezing down.
It was no longer a silk thread, but a rapidly shrinking cage made up of countless sharp silk blades.
A series of dense crisp sounds of "ding ding dang dang" were the collision of the poisonous blade and the golden wire.
Ya Zi and the other two obviously did not expect that he would react so quickly. They cried out and quickly retreated, trying to escape from the strangulation formation.
But it's too late.
"My father has countless warriors under his command."
Shen Jiansheng's voice was very soft, but it carried a cold intention, ringing in her ears.
"Only the two of you can practice this 'One Acupoint, One Heart Technique', connecting your auras as if you were one."
He hesitated for a moment, then tightened his arms around her slightly, as if afraid that she would be disturbed by what was about to happen.
“What a pity.”
The moment the words fell, the five slender fingers that were clenched in the air suddenly closed.
In the alley, dozens of taut hanging wires simultaneously let out a long, whimpering sound.
Young Master Jin Sheng hooked his fingertips back, and one of the silk threads suddenly broke out from the formation and wrapped around the ankle of the killer on the right like smoke.
The man felt his feet tighten and he lost his balance. His companion on the left turned around to rescue him, crossing his swords and slashing at the golden thread.
Shen Juansheng just laughed softly.
There was undisguised brutality and cruelty in that laughter.
"I told you," he said softly, "our auras are connected, as if we were one."
The golden thread trembled.
The tied-up killer on the right was thrown by this force towards his companion who risked his life to save him.
The killer on the left turned pale with horror and wanted to put away his knife, but it was too late.
The two short blades, which were soaked in deadly poison, went straight into his twin brother's chest with a "puff" sound.
Time seemed to end at this moment.
The killer on the left stared blankly at his own hands, at the two knife handles that had pierced his brother's body, his face filled with complete disbelief, fear and despair.
The brother he killed with his own hands suddenly had black blood foam coming out of his mouth, and the last thing reflected in those eyes that looked exactly like his was his horrified face.
“Big Brother——”
A shrill wail finally broke the silence.
The golden silk loosened, and the still warm corpse slid softly to the ground.
But the living one seemed to be crazy, dropped the weapon in his hand and pounced forward.
"Ah...ah..." He cried incoherently in his throat, hugged the gradually cooling corpse, and trembled violently all over.
Young Master Jin Sheng watched this scene calmly, his face expressionless. The last trace of warmth in those misty eyes had vanished, leaving only a chilling indifference that chilled his marrow and gnashed his bones.
The surviving "Ya Zi" suddenly raised his head in the midst of grief and madness, and stared at Chen Juansheng with a pair of red eyes.
He didn't say anything else, but just grabbed a poisonous blade that his brother had dropped on the ground, staggered to his feet, turned around and tried to escape deeper into the alley.
However, the moment he turned around, a strand of golden thread came out of nowhere and lightly wrapped around his neck.
"I'll spare your life," Young Master Jinsheng said gently, "and let Suanni know."
The golden thread suddenly tightened and loosened in an instant.
The killer let out a scream, a cloud of blood swirling around his neck, but his throat wasn't cut. He clutched his bleeding neck and, without a backward glance, fled hastily into the endless night.
The alley finally returned to silence.
All that was left was the body lying in a pool of blood, and the increasingly thick, disgusting smell of blood that filled the air of the alley.
Qing Guiyu's stomach was churning.
It's not like she hasn't seen dead people or blood before.
But who has ever seen such a brutal, such a sophisticated and strategic strangulation in such a cramped and small place?
That was not the lightning-fast fight between masters, but the cold and ruthless planning of moves.
Chen Juansheng didn't even reveal a trace of anger or hatred. He just calmly used the deepest friendship between the twin brothers, as if solving an interesting game, to lead them to the most tragic end.
He didn't even kill the second person himself.
He simply held out the knife.
In this way, at the smallest cost, the opponent's will to fight is destroyed heart-breakingly.
This is something more chilling than mere force; it is a sinister measure of the human heart, tainted with deadly poison.
The smell of blood mixed with the dust of the north, mixing oppressively in this narrow alley, and then violently penetrated into the nostrils.
She couldn't bear it any longer, so she pushed him away, bent down, covered her mouth, and retched towards the cold corner of the wall.
I don't know how long it took,
There was only dead silence behind him.
The lingering, cold and gloomy fragrance disappeared at some point.
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, barely supported herself against the wall and stood up straight. She was about to turn around and say something, even if it was just calling him a "madman", it would be better than this suffocating silence.
But when she turned around, she was stunned.
Shen Juansheng didn't stand there.
He did not use his usual calm and gentle attitude, waiting for her to calm down, and then handing her a clean handkerchief in a familiar and obedient manner.
The young man in black clothes leaned against the stained wall on the other side, half sitting on the dusty and rubble ground, as if waiting for her. It was unknown how long he had been waiting.
The black robe with gold threads was now stained with the gray dust from the corners of the wall, and a few splashes of blood that he had not had time to avoid.
The hanging golden threads had lost their luster and lay scattered on his sides like wings that had been plucked out.
He rested his head on one of his bent knees, his long black hair flowing down, obscuring all his expression.
The young master Jin Sheng, who was calm and cruel, who took people's hearts as his plan and decided life and death in the midst of laughter and conversation, was suddenly swallowed up by the shadows in this alley.
All that was left was this confused and broken shadow sitting on the dirty ground.
Qing Guiyu was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.
"Chen Engraving?" she called out tentatively.
The figure trembled violently, as if frightened by her voice.
He raised his head very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
The blood color on that extremely beautiful face, which always easily showed a real or fake blush, disappeared completely, leaving only a pale and panic-stricken look of fear.
She walked over step by step, and the man seemed to be trembling again.
"You're leaving, Miss Qing."
He suddenly said, staring at her blankly.
This is not a question, but a judgment, a desperate foresight that there is nothing to be done.
It is to use the smartest mind in the world to deduce the inevitable outcome.
Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment and had no way to refute.
Because at this moment, she really wanted to leave.
Of course I have to escape from this man, escape from the smell of blood around him, a mixture of honey poison and coldness.
She didn't speak, but in this pause, the engraving voice seemed to know.
He slowly lowered his head.
"But you can't leave," he continued, almost numbly, with a look of misery and stubbornness in his frightened eyes.
"I'll find another way to keep you from going anywhere."
He laughed briefly, the sound was very light, as if he was trying to convince her, or as if he was trying to convince himself.
This wasn't a threat, but rather a helpless statement, a statement of his own incorrigible nature, which was bound to act this way.
This is him.
This is Master Jinsheng.
Even in such a miserable and seemingly completely collapsed situation, the entangled madness hidden deep in the bones never disappeared.
Like a dying poisonous snake, it uses its last bit of strength to tightly wrap around the only prey that can give it warmth.
Qing Guiyu was frightened by his words and subconsciously took half a step back.
The sound of the engraving seemed to be hurt by this distance,
He suddenly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently, as if he could not bear any light.
When those beautiful eyes opened again, the brightness in them had dimmed.
A mist-like ice cloud rose up, as if it had actually formed a piece of heavy ice, and then quickly sank.
"You are so smart and so kind."
He stared at her blankly, his eyes empty.
"Why did you meet me?"
"I'm sorry," he suddenly looked away in embarrassment, his voice so low it sounded like a sob.
"Miss Qing...it's really too unfortunate. I actually saved me back then. I'm really...sorry."
It's really unreasonable.
As if it were all her responsibility,
After all, it was Chen Juansheng who had clearly written the words "no rescue" on the steps of the medicine house.
And she, Qing Guiyu, was the source of all this trouble because she had to run to save him.
She hadn't had time to get angry with him yet.
Shen Juansheng slowly raised his hand and covered his face with the hand wrapped in gold wire that had just strangled someone.
He seemed to be lost in some memories, trying hard to see something else.
"Just now, in the gambling house... when you looked at me like that and talked to me..."
The voice suddenly became very soft, leaking out from between his fingers, trembling uncontrollably.
“I thought, it would be nice if it could always be like this.”
"I'm betting with Miss Qing, I don't want to win you."
His voice suddenly became rapid, and the fear that had been hanging in his heart dropped. It seemed that if he didn't speak up now, there would never be another opportunity like this again.
"I was just thinking, there are so many people there, it would be great if Miss Qing could just look at me."
At that time, the crowd was noisy and everyone was watching.
But what can be done in this case?
Qing Guiyu was in a dilemma for a moment.
After all, he really didn't want to be saved at that time, and she...ah, well, she was the one who insisted on saving people.
So she could only walk forward and squat beside the corpse that smelled of blood and dust.
"Shen engraved sound." She looked at him and pondered for a moment.
Shen Juansheng seemed to be frightened, his body trembled violently, and he wanted to turn his face away, but she stretched out a hand, supported his chin, and forced him to slightly raise his head and look directly at her.
The skin on his face was as cold as jade, incredibly pale, with some stains on it, but it was trembling slightly.
"It's so dirty."
Qing Guiyu looked at him, frowned, loosened the hand that was pinching his chin, and spoke with disgust in his tone.
In his other hand he still held the old bamboo flute, wanting to play it, but afraid of getting it dirty, he had to put it back on his waist.
Then she grabbed his cold wrist with both hands.
But after hearing her say this, Shen Juansheng's body trembled again, as if he wanted to pull his hand back.
But what kind of look would this be? If someone else saw this, they would probably think that she killed that person and bullied that person.
"stand up."
She pulled him up from the ground with force.
Those hands tried to hold her back as usual, but their bodies felt heavy, as if they had no strength left.
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth and used his internal energy to pull up this beautiful glass woman who looked like she would break at any moment from the cold and dirty ground.
"Going back," she said randomly, her tone unclear, but for some reason, she always thought he could hear her.
So she dragged him out of the alley, toward the few remaining lights.
"Go back and wash up."
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