584 The Ancestor will not let you go.
With salvation at his fingertips, the Fire Clan Head moved with incredible speed, feeling as if he were flashing by, his luck surging as he stepped through the elegant and exquisite arched stone gate of the deep courtyard.
My inner voice screamed, 'I'm going to survive!'
He ran while shouting, "Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!"
At this moment, all the weariness, despair, and loneliness seemed to vanish.
I was saved by the power of my family's ancestor. My ancestor is amazing, protecting the family for thousands of years.
Endless longing and hope amidst despair, he seemed to see a ray of hope shining ahead—the protection of his ancestor, and his only chance to survive.
A flicker of longing rose within him again. 'There are still people in the shadows of the Fire Spirit Sect. I hope they'll make their move soon. They're always being served beautiful women; I hope they'll remember some old feelings.'
The moment he stepped into the mansion, the head of the Huo family suddenly stopped in his tracks.
As always, it was completely silent; there wasn't a single person in sight.
I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, straightened my chest, and was just about to rush to the door.
Suddenly, a silver light pierced his chest like lightning, and another wave of excruciating pain spread throughout his body.
Startled, he couldn't help but look down and saw a narrow, thin longsword, like a silver snake, gleaming with cold light, piercing through his chest.
The sudden ambush left him in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear and despair. He turned around abruptly and said in a venomous voice, "How dare you kill me? I am the head of the Huo family."
"If you kill me, my ancestor will never let you get away with it."
The longsword trembled slightly, then spun like a hurricane, violently churning the internal organs. Blood gushed out, filling the air like a blood mist, staining the vermilion gate.
It is now even more vibrant and red.
The power of blood and qi was insufficient to protect vital organs, and life was rapidly slipping away.
I felt my consciousness gradually fading, and the world before my eyes growing darker and darker.
His internal organs were pulverized by this force, and pain and despair enveloped his entire being.
He was already surrounded by people waiting for him to come down; there were men and women, young and old, all with ferocious teeth, as if they wanted to devour his flesh and blood.
Suddenly, Ren Pingsheng drew his sword, and the Huo family head was involuntarily rushed towards the mansion's main gate.
A cold, sharp sword light burst forth from the longsword in Ren Pingsheng's hand. The sword energy crisscrossed, his eyes were ruthless and cold, and there was a hint of crazy, insane pleasure in his gaze.
With a terrified scream, his body was instantly torn apart by the sharp sword light.
From top to bottom, it's divided in two, neatly and precisely, as smooth as a knife slicing tofu.
The two halves, now out of control, continue to rush forward due to inertia, like two pieces of uncontrolled wreckage.
The sword energy surged forward a few steps, then suddenly split open.
The blood-soaked half-body, carrying fragments of its own body, crashed into the vermilion gate at an astonishing speed.
The gate shook violently from the impact, and the exquisite dragon and phoenix carvings seemed to come alive.
The loud noise shook the entire mansion.
The entire Yansha Prefecture seemed to be shaken by an earthquake, a truly earth-shattering event.
At the moment of impact, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire gate crimson.
The wind fell silent in an instant, people froze in an instant, leaving only splattered blood and scattered fragments on the ground.
Explain the reasons for the delay.
On the other side, Yun Baiyi, Zhang Dazhuang, and Wei Si were hiding and waiting in the distance.
Mu Shanlong and Gu Shanqing followed Ren Pingsheng silently, like shadows.
Walking in the night, the knife unconsciously gripped his hand, his eyes cautious and careful, his steps light.
The sounds of the Demon Slayers' actions filled the air, flames soared into the sky all around, and shouts of battle echoed continuously.
The Demon Slayer Division made its move, ruthlessly, and in a quick glance, all those wielding swords were killed.
The sounds of swords clashing began to echo throughout the neighboring houses surrounding the Huo family patriarch.
What he saw along the way made some sense to him: 'This Demon-Slaying Division intends to exterminate them completely, leaving no future trouble.'
He couldn't help but think of himself and the others, and sighed inwardly, 'The Demon Slayer Division certainly has far more cunning than we do.'
I don't want to think about right or wrong anymore.
As if afraid of breaking the delicate silence, the two nodded slightly, their eyes met briefly, and they gently parted ways to continue on their way.
Mu Shanlong followed closely behind, while Gu Shanqing, longsword in hand, sighed inwardly, his eyes narrowing, and quickly departed, thinking to himself, 'A swift and decisive victory.'
The dark-faced servant, carrying a black bowl-shaped cloth bag, cautiously peeked out, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation.
He quickly headed toward a dog hole he had previously paid special attention to.
Meanwhile, other servants were also hurrying along the road.
His face was covered by a tattered cloth, and his clothes were somber, blending into the night. In a daze, he saw a familiar person.
He thought to himself, 'You all really have ulterior motives.'
Seeing that he hadn't put on a rag to cover his face, he was suddenly filled with fear and quickly took off his coat to cover his head.
A thin, pale servant hurried to the inner courtyard to train the singing girls for the inner quarters.
At this moment, people inside were also in a daze, and all sorts of noises arose.
The gatekeeper had vanished without a trace.
He hurried toward the brightly lit room, gently pushed the door open, and found it unlocked. To his surprise, a beautiful woman was getting dressed.
Upon hearing the door open, I was startled to see a servant, and it was a man.
Enraged, he cried out in alarm, "Ah! A thief!"
The servant, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, quickly closed the door and headed towards the next room.
In my mind, I could still see a patch of white and red that I had just seen.
For a moment, my steps faltered.
I quickly tried to open the next one, but it wouldn't budge. It seemed to be locked from the inside. I could only hear the sound of things being packed inside.
After trying several methods without success, a sense of worry suddenly arose in my heart.
He couldn't help but become anxious, "Sister Lian, Sister Lian, where are you! Come out quickly!"
Before I knew it, fine beads of sweat had formed into small streams on my forehead.
Suddenly hearing a slight noise, he immediately turned his head alertly.
He saw a servant dressed in tattered cloth covering her face. She had a graceful figure, long hair, and was a head shorter than him, but he immediately recognized her as his childhood sweetheart, Lian.
The two exchanged a glance, and Sister Lian quickly stepped forward.
"Brother Ming, keep your voice down."
"What's wrong? What happened?" Lian, her childhood sweetheart, quickly asked softly.
He looked around cautiously, his expression tense.
Seeing Lian, my anxiety eased a little.
Grabbing Lian's shoulders, he said urgently, "Lian, tonight is the perfect time! We must escape quickly, or it will be too late!"
Lotus Sister's eyes flickered, seemingly hesitant, but even more so, fearful.
It seemed she was thinking of those sisters who secretly ran away, whose fates were tragic and unbearable to witness.
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