After three moves and two moves, Shen Wujun figured out the path to Chen Xing. First of all, he figured out one thing - her ring-head knife was not used for head-on confrontation. After several collisions of the weapons and observation of the material, he completely confirmed that the knife was made of copper, and its hardness and toughness were not suitable for combat. It is certain that it was a sacrificial tool, and the use of the Chen Star also proves this.
"Blade" is not important to this knife, because its blade is made up of something else. She attached her spiritual power to it, a thin layer that was invisible and intangible. She only does this when fighting, leaving the other party no time to study it carefully. But to be honest, this is not a very novel and special way of fighting. Many Onmyoji do this. The damage they caused to each other was due to the "spirit" attack, not the blade itself. The difference between Chen Xing is that she condenses her spiritual power into the shape of a sharp blade, so that when it protects the sword, it can truly play the role of cutting and tearing with the blade.
Now, both sides have stopped. They stood on both sides of the alley, a foot and a half apart.
"For such a long time, there have been no disasters caused by you in the world. I believe you for the time being." Kanna said, "But let me ask you - outside the city, have you seen anything suspicious recently? ?”
"Nothing." She answered quickly.
In fact, her first reaction was that she met Yin Huan. But how is this suspicious? At first, she felt that it was indeed suspicious for a young lady to appear in those weird places. But after observing him for the past few days, she was sure that this man was just an ordinary little mute. Maybe he ran away from home. There are many possibilities and it's not worth keeping in mind. Her clothes looked expensive, and now they were dirty. There were threads and holes in some small places. She must have been walking for a long time. Everyone has their own secrets, especially herself, and there is no need to get to the bottom of it.
"Really?" Of course no one would believe such a straightforward answer.
"What are you looking for? It's actually worth going to war to seal off such a large city. I saw that the people lived in ease, and after some inquiring, I learned that... there are no living corpses here. Even if there are, it only comes from people's speculation and discussion. Unless...there's something more worthy of concern."
"You know, right? Otherwise, why bother asking. Maybe you can make dead things behave like living things."
"You still doubt me."
"You have rich experience. You must know that the recent strange phenomena are not just living corpses."
Chenxing tilted his head slightly, as if he remembered something, but his surprise was a little perfunctory.
"Ah...it turns out to be this. Living corpses and puppets, don't you think one of them is related to me?"
"I will not convict superficially."
"I think so. There is an essential difference between letting the dead who once had life act like the living and letting the inanimate act like there is life. If you doubt me, it is because of the magic weapon, then can I say , is the appearance of living corpses related to Lord Shuangyue?"
Kanna-kun couldn't refute it, although he didn't rule out any possibility. There is of course an essential difference between the two. They have different origins. One was once alive, while the other was completely dead. But the common point is also clear: neither of them should have the ability to act. As for whether it was originally related to any magical weapon, it is difficult to say, and it may not be possible to investigate.
Neither of them hit their hands, but neither of them spared the other. At this moment, other people appeared between them, coming in from the alley where Chenxing came from. Kannau-kun showed no signs of alertness, and Chenxing realized that they knew each other.
They are two ordinary people. Chenxing could tell at a glance from the way they dressed that they belonged to the Zuojimen.
"Sir, Lan Wei is thundering outside the city."
"She is requesting to enter the city. She is afraid that she is here because of Wuyong's affairs."
Kanna-kun put the sword into its sheath and looked at the two of them.
"What are you doing here?"
"I didn't say clearly what my purpose was, I just said that I wanted to enter the city. The guards were still blocking her. Our people saw it and specially informed you. I don't know if the purpose is the same as yours."
"...it's not impossible to get reinforcements."
Kanna-kun knows how troublesome the Nightmare Tengu is, and he and Mutsuki-kun have experienced this firsthand. But even so, what's the use of sending someone else? But it was impossible to tell whether Baobu Qishui Wujun came for something else or was just passing through. Otherwise, I'm afraid she would be like the woman in front of her, slipping in from nowhere, and why would she need to say hello?
"Send the order for the guards to stop her. I'll go tell you."
"yes."
"What are you still doing here?" Before leaving, Shenwujun glanced at Chenxing, "Waiting for other impermanences to come and preach to you?"
Now was indeed a good opportunity for Chenxing to leave, but she didn't. Instead, she stood there, lifted one side of the curtain to the brim of her hat, looked directly at Kanna-kun who was about to leave, and asked:
"Wuyongshi? Are they here?"
"Now that you have heard it, you should know that the best thing to do is to leave as soon as possible. If you let those people know that you are carrying a magic weapon, you will not be able to escape unscathed. In the past few days, even the villages near the city have been in chaos. of."
Chenxing glanced at the two bewildered Zuojinmen beside him. She knew very well what Wuyong's people had done. They have been in contact with the Yin family a long time ago, with the purpose of collecting magical artifacts scattered in the world. She also knew that the current supreme commander of the Zuoji Sect was none other than Kanna-kun, but he did not directly order them, but allowed them to act as before. Several leaders of this killer organization have been eliminated in the past, but they can still unite with each other precisely because of his secret control. Nowadays, it is an open secret that the Zuojin sect and the Wuyong family are hostile to each other, and they have not even accepted orders from the Wuyong family. This was something that had never happened before, because these guys were emotionless killing tools who would do anything for money. Things only changed after Kanna-kun took charge. In the past, they also moved in pairs, but now it is no longer strict.
The most important thing they did was to eradicate the Yin family, whose conspiracy had just sprouted. It is normal to form a relationship with the Wuyong family - although the union between the Wuyong family and the Yin family is not unbreakable, it is just due to other interests. Wuyong snatched a famous magical weapon from the tower guarded by the eminent monks, which was a demon-subduing pestle made by Shura. During a cleaning mission at Zuojinmen, this magical artifact flowed out of Yin's house, but disappeared in the chaos. Kanna-kun didn't let his men investigate, maybe he thought it would be better to do so.
That's right... Chenxing knew that he had to leave. She jumped onto the wall without saying goodbye to Kanna-kun. The sky was already darkening, and she had been wasted a whole day in Cangye City. The clouds in the west are purple in orange and red, colorful and mottled. She felt a heavy feeling in her chest, probably because she was remembering something bad.
She and the Wuyong family's confirmed heir may be old acquaintances.
The man's name was Wuyonglan. When they first met, he was still very young, even just a child in her eyes. Because of some things, he clearly knew that he was carrying an important magic weapon - very important. Until he gradually took charge and cooperated with the Yin family, he still did not reveal his secret. If you ask other people in the Wuyong family, they know nothing about it. It seems that Wuyonglan concealed this matter for some purpose. Of course, it's not because of how kind he is, Chenxing knows this very well. The more he behaves like this, the more unsettling it becomes. Maybe he has other plans. Maybe he knew very well from the beginning that the Yin family's goal would never be achieved, and they would be punished by the six paths of impermanence. The two families have different purposes, they are just exchanges of money and power. Presumably, joining forces with the Yin family was just the idea of the Wuyong family, who had limited power at that time. The Yin family has a rich family fortune, and the power and wealth Wuyonglan controls is limited after all. For other powerful people in the family, they only understand this as a business. But through this alliance, Wuyonglan and his followers not only escaped unscathed, but also accumulated enough wealth. He is too shrewd, so shrewd that it is frightening.
After leaving the city, it was completely dark. The village outside the city wasn't exactly brightly lit, but it could still point her to a path. After sunset, the city was still quite noisy, but the people in the village had finished their day's work and had begun to rest. Things have been tense lately, so there must be no extra lamp oil to waste. Chenxing returned to the farmer's house where he had entrusted Yin Quan during the day, and knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. She didn't feel that no one was home, so she had some doubts, so she went around to the backyard and climbed over the wall.
The middle-aged couple were standing in the courtyard, looking surprised when they saw her.
"Hey, aunt, girl, you are back..."
"What happened?" She got to the point.
The two of them were hesitating and couldn't come up with anything. They must have had some trouble with Yin Huan. Is she out? Impossible, if that were the case, these two old guys would say it directly. What's more, their eyes always glanced into the room, as if they were a little guilty. It seems that they are really not suitable for lying. Chenxing was about to go directly into the house, but was grabbed by the two of them, going back and forth without being able to explain why. Noisy noises came from the guest room. Chenxing lost her last patience and opened the old guy holding her. Her husband caught her and helped her up, while the two of them were still pleading behind her.
The door was kicked open, and the old piece of wood had no defensive capabilities. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a strange man grabbing Yin Quan's wrist and tugging at her. When he saw her kicking the door open, he looked angry and scolded her harshly.
"Who allowed you to break in the door?! Who are you?!"
"who are you?"
"This is my home! You don't need to control me!"
Two middle-aged men hurried over to try to save the situation, and Chenxing realized that this was probably the couple's son, who had gone out to do farm work at noon and disappeared. I guess I came back in the evening and had bad thoughts when I saw the beautiful mute who couldn't speak. His parents were so protective of him, so there was no need to reason with them. Chenxing drew out the knife, and the man's tone trembled three times.
"W-what are you doing? Don't think I'm afraid of you, a prostitute..."
It only takes a moment for the knife to rise and fall.
And more than one life.
Blood splashed onto Yin Huan's face, and she froze. Except for dolls, this was the first time she saw such a living person die in front of her, not to mention in such a bloody way.
"Not worthy of sympathy."
Yin Huan looked at the old man lying on the ground again, his face was pale and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had something to say.
"Same sin." Chenxing put the knife into its sheath, "This is how I deal with the problem. If you have any objections..."
The frightened Yin Quan suddenly rushed towards her and hugged her waist tightly, leaving her breathless. Her shoulders shook slightly from silent sobs, which stopped Chenxing from saying the next words.
