Chapter 14 Cannon Fodder White Moonlight 13 Evil Ghost Rakshasa
The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds wrapped around the setting sun, dyeing the entire bamboo sea into a deep red gold. Soon, a strong wind blew up, and thunder was heard faintly in the distance, and a rainstorm was about to come.
The young man, tall and slender, stood in the bamboo forest with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, and a long-unseen black sword was strapped to his waist. "Come out."
The surroundings were silent, with only the rustling sound of bamboo shoots dancing wildly, like the sound of thousands of troops.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised a provocative smile: "Now that you are here, do you intend to stay in the dark?"
But in a moment, a charming female voice came from the depths of the bamboo forest: "Sir, how do you know that I came here specifically for you?"
A woman in a tight red dress sits lightly on a bamboo branch, her feet swinging leisurely in a lazy posture.
He Zhiyan tilted his head, his eyes as cold as ice: "Who are you?"
Xiao Shuangjue giggled, as if she had heard something very interesting.
She fiddled with her fingertips slowly, and opened her red lips slightly: "A dead person doesn't need to know so much."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Shuangjue tapped her toes lightly, and the bamboo branch suddenly sank down, then suddenly bounced up. She took advantage of the momentum to fly out, and the Frost Sword in her hand quickly drew a cold arc and pierced He Zhiyan's heart!
He Zhiyan did not draw his sword, but just slightly turned his body, and the edge of the Frost Sword passed by his eyes. Xiao Shuangjue turned his wrist, and the sword turned around like a ghost and stabbed at his face again.
"Dang——" He Zhiyan raised his eyes slightly and flicked the sword with two fingers, causing the Frost Sword to vibrate and hum.
Xiao Shuangjue felt a numbness in his palm and could hardly hold the sword.
A flash of contempt flashed across He Zhiyan's eyes. He carefully put Ali's medicine bag into his arms and suddenly pushed out with his palm. The strong wind made the surrounding bamboo branches tremble violently.
Xiao Shuangjue was startled and gritted her teeth as she stepped back. The bamboo branch under her feet bent into a dangerous arc and was about to break. She took advantage of the momentum and jumped onto another bamboo branch.
He Zhiyan quickly caught up with him, unsheathed his black sword, and used every move fiercely.
Over the years, he deliberately concealed the original edge of his sword and learned many unconventional sword techniques for his own use. Now his sword edge is very different from before and is even sharper.
Above the bamboo sea, the two figures intertwined like flying birds, and bamboo leaves rustled down.
Xiao Shuangjue wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes becoming more and more interested.
What my mother said was right. His martial arts skills were indeed among the best in the pavilion. However, no matter how good a sword was, if it rebelled and could not be held by its master, it would be destroyed.
Xiao Shuangjue's movements were agile and strange. He swung his sword again, and the sword energy cut off several green branches. The broken bamboo joints fell like a rainstorm.
This sword move was carried out with full force. He Zhiyan blocked it with his sword, but the green bamboo under his feet could not bear the weight and fell rapidly.
He chopped the thick bamboo beside him with his backhand, used the force to spin around, and landed steadily not far away, with blood spots blooming on his white clothes.
Xiao Shuangjue withdrew his gaze from his arm that was gradually oozing blood. With a flash of his eyes, his figure shuttled through the tangled bamboo leaves and disappeared in an instant.
He Zhiyan immediately realized that she was hiding her body, waiting for an opportunity to strike, and her next attack would be a fatal killing move.
This woman's movements were from the same school as his, but she seemed more immature and frivolous.
He Zhiyan stood still and suddenly laughed slowly: "So it's you guys."
Oh, and about the first assassination, He Zhiyan can now conclude that they all came from that killer organization - Yexingge.
Bian Ye told him that there were countless killer organizations and bounty hunters in the world, but the most ruthless and terrifying one was the Yexing Pavilion.
This is not only because the Night Walk Pavilion has the strongest power and the widest scope. No matter whether it is the martial arts world or the government, as long as the bounty is high enough, the Night Walk Pavilion will accept anyone who comes, but also because the method of training its subordinates is extremely cruel.
The Pavilion Master would assign several elders to select children with exceptional strength and muscles, bring them back to the Pavilion, and force-feed them various elixirs to stimulate the children's internal strength.
During this process, many children will not be able to withstand it and die on the spot, and the children who survived by chance will be locked up together and controlled by pills every day to fight and kill each other.
Finally, the remaining children were allowed to be placed in the courtyard of the pavilion, where they were taught by special people and learned martial arts and other techniques for carrying out their tasks.
In this way, within a few years, a top-notch killer can be trained and used by the cabinet.
Moreover, successive Pavilion Masters have established an iron rule: anyone who enters the Night Walk Pavilion must be killed before leaving. If anyone defectes, they will be hunted down to the ends of the earth.
There were continuous lightning and thunder in the sky, as if they were going to overturn the world. Darkness enveloped the entire bamboo forest, but the heavy rain was slow to fall, like a gate knife hanging overhead.
He Zhiyan only listened for a moment, and murderous intent suddenly rolled in his eyes, and he stabbed straight in a certain direction.
Xiao Shuangjue was unable to react in time and was knocked to the ground by him. The sword in his hand was bounced back heavily, and his internal organs were injured by the sword energy. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before Xiao Shuangjue could stand up, a long sword was already across her neck.
He Zhiyan approached slowly, his eyes indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Xiao Shuangjue's throat was filled with the smell of blood, and his eyes were unwilling: "Why don't you do it?"
He Zhiyan's expression became even colder, his hand moved slightly, and blood appeared on the blade of the sword.
Xiao Shuangjue didn't hide or evade, but looked fearless: "Are you worried that you won't be able to get out of this bamboo forest? Or..."
She paused, staring at He Zhiyan with her cat-like eyes without blinking: "Are you still worried about your sister, He Li?"
"boom--"
A loud thunderclap rang out, illuminating the faces of the two men.
He Zhiyan suddenly grabbed Xiao Shuangjue's neck, lifted her up, and pressed her hard against the cold bamboo. Veins on his forehead were throbbing, but his tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he had done this action countless times before.
"What are you going to do?"
Xiao Shuangjue's face turned red instantly and she could hardly breathe. The men in black who were ambushing in the woods suddenly surged in like an undercurrent, surrounding the two of them. Their swords and knives reflected unfamiliar faces.
He Zhiyan seemed unaware of anything, and the hand that was pinching her kept tightening, the wound gradually tore apart, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body was like a taut bowstring.
Only then did Xiao Shuangjue realize that he really wanted to kill her.
"...Has your sister ever seen you like this? Does she...know that you have killed someone?" Xiao Shuangjue squeezed out a broken sentence from her mouth. Although she was clamped by He Zhiyan, a very cold smile slowly appeared on her lips.
The calmness on He Zhiyan's face collapsed in an instant, a chill crept up his spine, and his blood congealed into a bone-chilling cold.
But in an instant he returned to normal, walked forward, lowered his voice, and uttered a few words: "She won't know."
Xiao Shuangjue noticed that the suffocating force on her neck had loosened a little. She calmly gathered her energy and, while He Zhiyan was relaxed, suddenly attacked with a palm.
He Zhiyan flew out obliquely like a fallen leaf. A green bamboo as thick as a bowl was broken in half, making bursts of explosive sounds. He stuck his sword into the ground and tried his best to steady his body.
Behind him, the group of men in black were approaching.
He Zhiyan swallowed the blood surging in his throat, glanced around, without fear or avoidance, his eyes lowered and smiling, full of cruelty and killing.
*
Ali slept very restlessly that night.
Thunder roared outside and the house was stuffy and hot. She turned over several times and stared blankly at the roof.
Most of the lamps that He Zhiyan lit for her before leaving had burned out, leaving only one lamp by the bed.
After an unknown amount of time, Ali felt a little thirsty and got up from the bed.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ali was startled and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Who could it be so late?
Ali did not open the door rashly, but listened for a while. The knocking sound was intermittent and seemed weak.
Is it your brother?
Ali walked carefully to the door, placed the lamp next to the door, then held the door with one hand and opened it a crack with the other.
It was pitch black outside the door. Fine raindrops started to fall without anyone noticing. I could barely make out a young man squatting on the stone steps at the door.
The young man looked up when he heard the voice, and Ali recognized his face. It was the man Yan Jing had saved.
The young man seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time. His clothes were thin and his lips were dark purple. He curled himself up into a ball and shivered constantly, looking very pitiful.
Ali opened the door a little and asked him, "Why are you here?"
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes and he spoke haltingly.
It turned out that he woke up after Ali visited him in the afternoon, but Yan Jing did not come back until nightfall.
He was panicked, worried that something had happened to Yan Jing. Thinking of Sister He that Yan Jing had mentioned to him, he went to find him.
"Master Yan Jing said I couldn't be found by anyone in the temple, so I had no choice but to wait until late at night," the young man sobbed, nearly suffocating. "You're the only one I know here. Can you help me find Master Yan Jing?"
Ali felt a little regretful. After meeting the host and Xu Lingjia in the afternoon, she forgot about looking for Yan Jing. Where would he go?
Ali brought the soaked boy into the house. When he stood up, his steps were unsteady and he almost bumped into the door frame. It seemed that his condition had worsened.
"Please sit for a while. I'll get you a set of clean clothes." She picked up the only candle in the room and whispered comfortingly.
The moment Ali turned around, the young man behind him pulled out a dagger from his waist and pointed it at Ali's back.
In a flash, Ali saw the shadow on the ground, turned around suddenly and smashed the candle at the boy's face. The dagger slashed across her palm at high speed, and she felt a pain in her hand, and the candle rolled down and went out.
The young man didn't expect Ali's action and couldn't dodge in time, so he was knocked to the ground by her, and the dagger fell not far away.
The room fell into complete darkness.
Everything happened so fast.
Ali didn't care about the injury on her hand, and quickly got up and ran towards the door. However, she didn't expect that the young man looked thin but was surprisingly strong. He rushed forward and subdued Ali in an instant, pressing her to the ground.
The boy's body temperature was terribly high, and it was obvious that he was still sick, but Ali couldn't break free no matter what he did.
"Who are you? Help!" Ali's eyes were filled with darkness and he was covered in cold sweat. He could only struggle and shout desperately, hoping that someone could hear him.
At this moment, the rain outside the window finally poured down, crackling against the door and window sill, completely covering up Ali's cries for help.
The boy's face completely changed. With a maturity that was totally inconsistent with his age, he grabbed Ali's clothes and dragged her backwards.
The back of Ali's head hit the table leg, causing severe pain. Even his limbs were shaking and numb, and he was completely unable to move for a while.
"What are you running for?"
The young man grinned, picked up the dagger that had just fallen, slowly walked closer, and grabbed Ali's hand that was subconsciously resisting.
Ali was still struggling desperately, trying to see his appearance clearly: "I have no grudge against you, why, why do you want to kill me?!"
The boy paused, as if this sentence touched a nerve.
He suddenly burst into laughter, unable to stand up straight, and said in a sad voice: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Yeah, why do you want to kill us?" The young man murmured and nodded, his distracted eyes refocusing on Ali's frightened face. "So, I will let my sister die quickly. I won't torture you, okay?"
"After all, my sister once saved me."
The boy's tone was both innocent and cruel, and he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it hard.
Ali closed his eyes in despair, but the expected pain did not come.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the continuous lightning outside the window illuminated the room as bright as day.
The ferocious expression of the young man in front of him seemed to freeze in an instant. The next second, his neck tilted in a strange direction, and his head rolled to the bottom of the bed. His pair of resentful eyes were still staring at Ali.
His body seemed to be unaware of what had happened, still maintaining the posture of holding the knife and stabbing. Blood gushed out from the broken neck. After a moment, he fell heavily at Ali's feet. Large amounts of blood flowed out from under him, staining Ali's vision red.
Ali's eyes were dull and empty, as if she was nailed to the spot. The boy's warm blood splattered on her face and body, flowing down with the tears on her face.
The people who were still alive just now were beheaded in the blink of an eye.
Ali fell in a pool of blood in horror, unable to help shaking all over. His stomach kept cramping as if a knife was stirring inside, and he almost vomited.
The man behind him was walking towards her with a black sword in his hand, each step was extremely slow.
Another bolt of lightning struck, causing pain in the eardrums. Ali saw the man's face clearly. He was pale and handsome, with eyes hidden in the darkness flashing with a cold and terrifying light. The upturned corners of his eyes were red, and the whole person looked as if he had just been pulled out of blood. The original color of his clothes could no longer be seen.
His heartbeat roared in his ears and breathing became more and more difficult. Ali watched all this with tears streaming down his face, unable to utter a word.
As he approached, scarlet blood kept dripping, forming bloody footprints under his feet, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.
The thunder roared and the air became sticky, as if one was in the Avici Hell.
At this moment, He Zhiyan is the evil ghost Rakshasa crawling out of hell.
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