Chapter 133 Jealousy and Anger: This is a struggle with oneself. ...
The sword was already at his throat, but Song Ju remained unmoved, his eyes as cold as ever: "Wu Liangzi, get out of the way."
"The next sentence is either 'is,' or 'sword.'"
There was no room for maneuver; cold-blooded patience had run out.
The instinct of wolves is either to drive them away or to fight.
As a sword cultivator of a sect, Song Ju was naturally not one to indiscriminately kill innocent people, but he was not a good-tempered person either.
The other party was too aggressive, biting like a wild dog. Song Ju narrowed his eyes and refused to back down: "You can try."
These words were exactly what he wanted to hear.
The unsheathed sword flashed and pierced straight for his throat; the cold-blooded sword, like him, was deadly and ruthless.
The sword swept across, causing strands of hair at her temples to fly.
Qi Tang's pupils suddenly shrank to points, and with a swift movement of her wrist, she intercepted his wrist in mid-air with a narrow escape!
The reason she was able to act so quickly was because she intervened as soon as the ultimatum was issued!
If Leng Xue doesn't draw his sword, he's not Leng Xue; if Song Ju is timid, he's not Song Ju.
Without time to think, Qi Tang's heart nearly stopped. Suppressing her restless and anxious emotions, she spun around and stood between the two facing off, her voice suddenly rising: "We have no enmity or grudge, why are you drawing your sword?"
Qi Tang didn't understand why the three of them, who had all come to investigate the demonic calamity in the northern desert, would start fighting over a single word.
Why did Leng Xue launch an attack? Did he really think that the evil spirits that harmed people were related to her?
This sword must not be drawn; if it is, one will die and the other will be injured.
The reason Song Ju did not retaliate was not due to anything else, but simply because he was unwilling and reluctant to draw his sword.
Qi Tang bit her lip, her hair sticking wetly to her skin, trembling as she secretly struggled with Song Ju.
Cold-blooded but unaware of the inside story, the only sword with a chilling gleam was an unsheathed blade, and the one being questioned was none other than himself.
After abruptly sheathing his sword, the knuckles of his fingers, which had been gripping the sword, trembled and went numb. Even Leng Lingqi, who always fought with his life on the line, had learned to redirect his sword intent.
Cold-blooded man's muscles clenched, the sweet voice's words sending a surge of inexplicable anger and pain through him. This was followed by a suffocating, contracting sensation deep within his heart.
He didn't know how to express this complex emotion; his blood vessels felt like they were about to burst, so he could only remain silent out of habit, but he precisely directed his anger at another person.
Cold-blooded eyes darkened as he stared at the sword at the man's waist that did not belong to him. He coldly opened his lips and said, "I am ordered to investigate the Northern Desert Massacre. The cloak and mask in your bag are all related to the evidence."
"Resist arrest, and you will die."
Refusing to cooperate with the investigation is tantamount to resisting arrest, which is the most direct warning.
Obey, or die.
Although Song Ju was cold-hearted, he possessed a certain arrogance and was naturally easily provoked. This man was indeed a constable, but he fought for the sake of fighting.
court death.
Seeing the sparks about to turn into blood, Qi Tang's breathing trembled with anxiety. Forgetting her own feelings of despair and uncertainty, she quickly revealed everything to break the tense atmosphere: "We are also here to investigate the Mobei case, and we are definitely not the masterminds behind it."
"This bundle was discovered through a clue dug out from a lookout hoodlum, which led us to Limpy Li's herbal medicine stall. You...you came here because of this bundle, didn't you?"
With his cold-blooded intelligence, he naturally already knew it.
At this moment, however, he remained silent, his gaze lowered, feeling his blood rush to his head as the truth revealed by the opening and closing of his cherry-pink lips was revealed.
He didn't answer, his sharp, lightning-like eyes fixed on the dark-haired man, ready to bite off a large chunk of flesh at any moment.
Qi Tang was terrified that these two reckless killers might start fighting. If they did, she wouldn't know whose side to take.
Logically and emotionally, she knew that Song Ju was not the real culprit, so naturally she had to stop Leng Lingqi. As for her sword, she had no other choice.
But, but.
She slowly withdrew her hand, bit her lower lip, and had no choice but to say, "Song Ju and I have been friends for many years. I can... guarantee with my life that he has absolutely nothing to do with the Mobei case."
This statement is like adding oil to a raging fire.
Leng Xue's entire body suddenly felt hot, and the bulging veins on the back of his hand holding the sword were trembling.
With a loud 'boom,' his body and soul were torn into separate entities. His body froze, but his soul raged uncontrollably.
"I can vouch for him with my life," those words were like opening a door for him.
An extreme, out-of-control impulse burst forth from the cracks, sweeping through her entire body. A violent, self-inflicted pain-relieving thought suddenly climbed up, only to be scalded and curled up by the cold, ironic gaze of the man before her.
Leng Xue felt a sharp pain in the flesh on his face, and his throat was full of blood and sand, so he had no choice but to swallow it down with all his might.
Fortunately, he was always very good at being patient.
He simply didn't answer, remaining rooted to the spot like a rock.
The biting dog stopped barking, and Song Ju didn't even look up. He forced a smile onto his lips and walked past.
Qi Tang should have followed immediately, but her legs felt like they were sinking into a deep pool. She stared blankly at the other person's muscles and bones as they exerted force, feeling as if a large dampness had spread through her heart, as if her mouth and nose had been covered by the humid and stuffy air of the rainy season.
Qi Tang curled up her ten fingers, only then realizing the stickiness on her fingertips.
The touch of blood was like being pricked by needles, as if it were some kind of reminder. Without hesitation, she lowered her head and quickly followed Song Ju.
However, before he could even move, his momentum was abruptly halted.
Leng Xue gripped the sword in a reverse grip, the hilt resting against his arm, held horizontally across Qi Tang's chest. The position was perfect, half an inch from her front, neither touching her nor allowing anyone to cross it.
Qi Tang paused, her gaze following the sword hilt in astonishment upwards.
Leng Xue remained silent, his sword-wielding hand as steady as a rock, his gaze calmly fixed on a point in the void, offering no explanation.
Qi Tang gritted her teeth and swallowed the question that was about to come out of her mouth, then turned and took a step to go around it.
However, Leng Xue took even bigger steps, moving with a stiff gait, and Qi Tang almost bumped headfirst into his arms.
It looks like she's throwing herself into someone's arms.
An inexplicable sense of shame, anger, and embarrassment welled up inside Qi Tang. She felt that Leng Lingqi was truly wicked! Did he treat her as a toy that could be discarded like trash when busy and summoned and dismissed at will when free?
Having read many storybooks, she naturally understood that there were many such fickle and heartless men in the world.
Who would have thought that there would be one right now! Otherwise, how could he do whatever he wanted, leaving or staying as he pleased, without a single explanation?
Didn't they already abandon her at the inn, pretending never to see her again?
Why are you stopping her now?
A stifling, aching feeling pressed against her chest, making Qi Tang's breathing unsteady. Only then did she realize that she wasn't as carefree as she had imagined.
She even thought irrationally: Even if she was no ordinary person, how could Leng Lingqi hold a grudge over this?
She won't stay now if you try to stop her!
However, the other party seemed to be able to read minds. As soon as Qi Tang put her legs together, the hilt of the knife moved forward even further without any doubt.
His cold-blooded expression left no room for doubt, and his voice was slightly deep: "You two are suspected of involvement in the case. According to the law, I have the right to supervise you. Until the matter is clarified, you must be within my sight."
It was not a discussion, but an order.
She was inexplicably labeled a suspect in a bloody crime, and the person in question was Leng Lingqi. It was as if everything she had experienced in the nightmare was an illusion, and all the kindness she had shown him had been wasted.
This person was truly heartless and cold-blooded, even more so than Song Ju!
Seeing his cold, indifferent demeanor, as if solving the case was above all else, she couldn't help but resentfully say, "What if I don't?"
"You have two choices. First, come with me."
"Second, he was apprehended as a wanted criminal who resisted arrest."
He lowered his brows, but his eyes were sharp, as if he were about to detain her at any moment.
Qi Tang choked, and her eyes welled up with tears.
How can she refute the other party's claim that the case is under their guise? No matter how she explains or clarifies, unless the real culprit is found, it is impossible to verify the facts in the short term.
The cold-blooded answer, while seemingly offering a choice, actually left no room for rebuttal.
She is neither human nor a citizen of this world, so logically she should not have to heed the decrees of the imperial court.
However, the constable happened to be this person.
Should we resist arrest by the previous stubborn and ruthless constable?
Qi Tang raised her eyes and quickly glanced at the other person, then said hatefully, "If you doubt me, you can either keep a close watch on me or lock me up in jail."
After saying that, she forcefully pushed aside the strong chest blocking her way, lifted her skirt, and chased after him.
Two bastards.
I can't find a good one! And I'm not waiting for her!
Although Song Ju did not stop walking, his hearing allowed him to clearly hear the conversation between the two people behind him.
He didn't want to investigate further, and he scoffed at cold-blooded thoughts. The reason he didn't stop them and let them follow was entirely because of that piece of jade pendant.
He believed in following the local rules, and since the other party had already invoked the imperial law, he did not wish to argue further.
Song Ju had his own set of rules for doing things. As long as these meddlesome constables didn't cause any trouble and didn't cross his bottom line, he wouldn't take them seriously at all.
The cold-blooded idea is actually very simple: the wilderness has always been a dog-eat-dog world, and whoever is weaker should leave.
Those high-sounding words are nothing more than a wolf sensing that its beloved is approaching danger and instinctively trying to forcefully pull that person into its protective range.
Leng Xue was left standing there, the begonia pattern on his sleeve soaked with blood from the bursting wound. He pursed his lips, his gaze lowered. After a long while, he followed from a distance, like a lone wolf returning to its den.
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Carrying his bundle, Song Ju found a superior room at the Camel Peak Inn, following the word he had been given. As soon as he opened the door, a letter lay quietly on the round table facing the entrance.
It only meticulously marked the location and date, and instructed people to wear cloaks and masks when they went.
These few lines of text were quite expensive, costing a considerable amount of gold and silver. He turned them lightly with his fingertips, read them, and then burned them.
Fortunately, we're lucky; the ghost market that's been quietly developing here will be revealed tomorrow.
Ashes fell softly from between his palms. Song Ju held his breath and closed his eyes to rest.
In the past, knowing that there would be a bloody battle the next day, he would always light a lamp and wipe his sword, but tonight he did not utter a single word about it.
Qi Tang glanced at him, then felt extremely uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, she secretly slipped out.
The night was cool and still. The inn was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and the front yard was usually the noisiest place, filled with peddlers, wandering knights, and merchants.
At this time of day, the place would normally be packed with guests eager to hear tales of the martial world and explore all sorts of strange and unusual stories. But tonight, however, it was eerily quiet, with everyone keeping their doors tightly shut, as if afraid of provoking the evil spirits lurking in the courtyard.
Leng Xue was soaked through, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose. His arm muscles were spasming from excessive sword swinging, but he ignored it, having long been accustomed to using physical pain to temper his will.
The suppressed emotions in my heart are like a volcano urgently needing to erupt, with desires heading in completely opposite directions.
This is a struggle with oneself.
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