651 Fellow Travelers
His eyes held a chill, like the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder emanating from him, impossible to conceal, like burning firewood.
At this moment, the woman opposite him smelled like a snake, mixed with the scent of rouge and powder, but it couldn't be concealed. He couldn't help but understand something in his heart!
But he thought to himself, 'We are not the same kind of people.'
Zhan Liu's eyes turned slightly cold. Thinking of the statue he had obtained, he wanted to test it, but he held back a bit of his strength when he made his move. However, the large blade in his hand still slashed out as fast as lightning, and the sound of blades whistling filled the air.
The woman's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to strike her, her figure suddenly became as agile as a snake. She pulled out a short blade from somewhere and accurately blocked Zhan Liuliang's attack.
However, he was no match for her strength and had to take two steps back, instantly arriving at the window.
The woman's expression showed a hint of annoyance. She gripped the short blade tightly in her hand, her chest heaving. Clearly, she had been caught off guard and had suffered some loss. She asked in a low voice, "What is the meaning of this, young master?"
After enduring six blows with a single strike, a sense of understanding dawned on him, but he did not relax. He said softly, 'Although I care about the people, I am used to acting alone and am afraid I am not comfortable with companionship.'
Suddenly, the surrounding water surged, a strong wind arose, and the doors and windows burst open, letting in a torrent of rain.
Like ripples spreading across a calm surface, it seemed something was rapidly approaching. A figure moved swiftly through the wind and rain like a snake, its movements agile and fluid, as if it were truly swimming in water.
In an instant, the woman seemed to leap out of the storm, dressed in tight black clothes, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, making her face appear even more beautiful. However, her eyes revealed an indescribable terror and ferocity.
The woman glanced around, her gaze fixed on Zhan Liuliang, as if trying to see through him. Zhan Liuliang felt the pressure increase instantly, but he didn't back down, gripping his large blade tightly, ready to respond.
The woman's eyes were cold, and her hand transformed into sharp claws, as hard as refined iron, like snakes swimming in water, as she stabbed towards Zhan Liuliang's throat!
A cold glint flashed in Zhan Liu's eyes. He moved swiftly and instantly met the attack. A loud clang rang out as if their weapons had clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
Zhan Liuliang felt a sudden pressure. The moment he struck the blade, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if his hand was about to split open!
With a hint of fear on his face and no desire to continue the fight, he gathered all his strength and slashed at the woman's face with his blade. The woman's expression immediately turned angry, and she blocked with her claws. Zhan Liuliang seized the opportunity and darted out of the door.
'I can't die! I have a wife and son! I can't die!'
Zhan Liuliang's speed instantly reached its peak, like a lightning bolt ripped through the night sky, disappearing in an instant at the end of the storm. His figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, leaving only a series of rapid footsteps and splashing water.
In the wind and rain, his figure was like a cheetah, agile and swift. He traversed narrow, familiar alleys, dodging haphazard obstacles. At this moment, his whole body seemed to explode with power, each leap appearing as if he could jump several meters away.
In the wind and rain, panting heavily, my heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of the wind and rain. Every breath was filled with strength and inexplicable exhaustion. I seemed to be getting thinner, lighter, and running faster.
The woman in black watched Zhan Liuliang disappear quickly into the wind and rain, hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the pursuit.
Looking at the three corpses of the yamen runners on the ground, he looked troubled.
Looking at the woman in tattered clothes who was bowing respectfully and not speaking, he understood and said softly, "I know you are eager for revenge, but don't let this interfere with important matters. Take all of these people away."
The disappearance of a few constables might not be a big deal, but if they were to die here, damaging the reputation of the government, that would be a serious problem.
"Yes, thank you, sister." A soft voice said, bowing her head and expressing her gratitude.
Then, the slender arms gently pierced through the backs one by one, lifting the three corpses.
The woman in black said nothing, gracefully walked to the wall, and gently touched the surface with her slender finger. The solid wall cracked instantly, as if she were poking tofu.
Outside the cave, the torrential rain seemed to have found an outlet, and the gale-force winds rushed into the room like a flood, carrying an irresistible force that destroyed everything in its path.
The bloodstains on the ground were quickly washed away without a trace!
The two women stood in the rain, like snakes swimming in a river or fish swimming in water. The woman in black said softly, "The filth of this world always needs a heavy rain to wash it away."
The aura of that person was similar; they were also chosen by the gods and probably dared not reveal themselves. But you were lucky this time.
From now on, don't act on your own. Go!
The two moved as nimbly as fish, their figures darting swiftly through the rain, leaving only the soft sound of splashing water. But in the heavy rain, this faint sound was quickly drowned out, as if it had never existed, and soon disappeared into the wind and rain.
Zhan Liuliang fled rapidly through the wind and rain, his figure flickering like a ghost in the night. His chest heaved rapidly, each breath accompanied by a deep gasp, as if he were sucking out every last breath of air from his lungs.
His heart was filled with fear and unease. His last experience of death was etched into his memory; he never wanted to relive that endless darkness and despair. He knew he had to run for his life to escape the woman in black.
The rain came, and it already felt cold and biting. The power of the internal energy cultivation method that was automatically circulating in my body seemed to be about to be exhausted, and my blood energy seemed to be running low.
She herself became extremely thin and weak, as if she were nothing but skin and bones.
The phrase kept echoing in my mind: 'I really don't want to die again this time.'
His unwavering belief was also his driving force in fleeing. He knew he couldn't stop, couldn't afford to relax in the slightest, because he had a wife and children to protect. 'I can't die!'
After running for an unknown amount of time, all that remained behind me was the sound of the rain gradually pattering down, and then complete silence!
Zhan Liuliang finally ran out of strength and was exhausted. He leaned against a large rock, letting the rain soak his whole body, soaking his clothes and running down his cheeks, mixing with his sweat.
He was panting heavily, but the emotion in his heart was not the joy of escaping, but endless anger. That weak anger, like a suppressed flame, burned fiercely in his chest.
I used to be angry at my own powerlessness, angry at my inability to resist. Now that I have been granted power by gods and demons, how come I am still so weak?
The rain relentlessly washed over his body, yet it could not wash away the rage in his heart. He gripped the large blade tightly, as if trying to concentrate all his anger into his hand.
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