In a bustling city.
There were bustling crowds of people coming and going on the streets.
"Selling shaobing, shaobing!"
"Sir, would you like to stay in a hotel or work in a hotel?"
The sounds of vendors in the market and the waiters of inns soliciting customers are endless.
Most of the people on the street were dressed in rough clothes, but some looked out of place.
One was a little boy drinking tea in front of a street inn. He was brightly dressed and looked like a kid from a rich family. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He didn't know which family he came from.
The little boy's eyes were full of smiles, as if something happened to make him happy.
He drank all the tea in the cup and asked the store to pay the bill in a slightly childish voice.
The shopkeeper collected the money in his hand and handed the reins to the young master in front of him with a smile on his face. As long as you have money, it doesn't matter whether you are big or small. In this era of war and chaos, who cares about making money? Even if the young master was chopped into pieces when he left the city, it didn't have much to do with him.
The little boy led the carriage out of the city and onto the post road. The horse was too tall for him, and others would only think it was strange. What did the young master's family think? A carriage alone is not worthy of a coachman.
But the little boy didn't take it seriously and always had a faint smile on his face.
Because he found the groom he wanted.
There was a ragged man sitting on the side of the post road. Perhaps the man was too dirty and looked like a beggar, so he was stopped by the city defenders. Or perhaps it was because the man was holding a weapon and was not allowed to enter the city.
In short, this man was sitting outside the city like a beggar, but no one along the way dared to hand him any coins, because what he was holding was indeed very intimidating in such turbulent times.
It was a long and narrow knife, and the little boy recognized it at a glance. It was a samurai sword. The legendary demon sword that kills people without staining blood - Murasame.
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"How fast?"
The boy smiled and looked at the man holding the knife on the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed across his face, and something seemed to dazzle the boy's eyes. The boy's expression remained unchanged and he was still smiling.
But the rope of the money bag around his waist has been cut off.
Then the boy saw the man on the ground hiding the last blade of the long knife in the scabbard, and the money bag at his waist was already in the man's hands.
The man took the money bag and took out a coin from it. A cold voice came from under the bamboo hat: "This one is enough."
Then he threw the money bag back to the little boy.
The little boy threw the money bag and seemed not to be frightened by the knife just now, although this knife seemed to be able to cut the person in front of him in half if he wanted to.
"One is too little, just enough for you to buy a steamed bun." The boy threw the money bag to the man on the ground again, "Take it, this is the deposit, send it to me somewhere, and I will have it when I get there."
"..." The man under the hat didn't speak. He just looked at the money bag in his hand silently, and finally put it away carefully. After waiting for a moment, he stood up from the ground and said one word, "Okay."
If Sun Haoran and Lu Mingfei were here right now, they would probably be so surprised that their eyes would pop out.
Yes, this man who looked like a beggar was none other than Chu Zihang, who had been unconscious before them.
But unlike them, Chu Zihang seems to have been sent here for a while. After all... this guy seems to have learned how to survive in such a world.
Speaking of which, I don’t know if it’s fate. Chu Zihang’s father drives, and he also drives now.
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"Oh, brother, you are finally awake!"
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Sun Haoran who woke up.
He woke up after sleeping for a short while, and this guy was really sleeping hard and couldn't wake up no matter what.
He really didn't want to stay in this place for a moment. There were corpses everywhere for miles around! Which lunatic would want to stay with a corpse?
"It's so noisy..." Sun Haoran covered his head and lifted himself up from the ground, frowning.
Lu Mingfei's "Don't Die" spirit can help people recover from injuries very quickly, but of course it has side effects. It overdraws their vitality.
Forced recovery of wounds by overdrafting vitality will naturally make people feel tired.
Sun Haoran stood up and moved his aching body.
He hadn't felt this kind of feeling that ordinary people would have for a long time.
But the strange thing is... he can clearly feel that he at this moment seems to be a little stronger than himself before waking up.
It seems like... he can become stronger here? ?
This is very strange.
Because if Lu Mingze wanted to seal his power, he would definitely seal it completely. How could there be a gap left for him to slowly become stronger in this world?
With doubts in his heart, Sun Haoran looked around and confirmed once again that he was indeed in an unknown world and an unknown battlefield.
There is no way of knowing whether this world is virtual or real.
What made him feel even more weird was...
At this moment, he was wearing armor, armor full of holes and stained with blood, and Lu Mingfei was not wearing modern clothes, if this was regarded as time travel.
They seem to be soul-piercing?
In this case, it seems that his weakening strength can be explained.
After all, this is not your own body at all.
But if this is the case, a question that makes Sun Haoran think about it even more is coming.
If it’s not me...whose body could it be? He clearly has the same bloodline and power as himself!
"Who are you?" Sun Haoran looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him and asked suddenly.
"Should I wipe it? Are you stupid in your sleep? I'm Lu Mingfei! Who else could it be?" Lu Mingfei was confused.
"Where's Lu Mingze?" Sun Haoran asked again.
"Forehead……"
Being so
When asked, Lu Mingfei slapped his forehead.
yes! If you want to know what's going on now, just ask Lu Mingze directly! ?
So he quickly called Lu Mingze's name in his heart.
But the strange thing is that there was no response at all.
The little devil who was always there, disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed.
"Holy shit, what on earth is going on?" Lu Mingfei panicked, "Lu Mingze is missing! What should I do? What should I do!? What should we do now?"
"Okay...it's so noisy..."
Sun Haoran was speechless for a while, "Can't you live without Lu Mingze? Leave here first."
As he spoke, he took off the tattered armor that was in the way, took off the inner lining stained with blood and sweat, and left shirtless, away from the battlefield without looking back.
"Uh...okay."
Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and then quickly reacted and quickly followed, "But where should we go?"
"Look at the ground."
Sun Haoran pointed at the ground and reminded.
There were mixed footprints on the ground, some of which looked like wild beasts, while others were made by horseshoes nailed with iron hoofs.
"Follow the horse's hoof prints and we should be able to find a place with people."
"Wow! What a genius!" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized.
Although the human army is at war, there is always a reason, right? It's not like a surprise attack from heaven.
Therefore, it was correct to follow the iron hoof prints. Even if the hoof prints gradually became unclear later, they could continue walking in the general direction, which was better than running around like headless flies in this completely unknown world.
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That night.
A man wearing shabby clothes and a stern face sat on the carriage and pulled the reins, but his other hand was always stroking the handle of the knife, and it seemed that he could not let go for a moment.
The man suddenly stopped the carriage, and his hand holding the knife suddenly tightened.
"What's wrong?" came a childish voice from the carriage. The voice sounded a little frivolous, as if he was asking the question knowingly.
"There is someone." Chu Zihang responded calmly, his face expressionless.
"Need help?" the voice in the carriage asked.
"You are the employer." Chu Zihang responded calmly, "Just stay in the carriage and don't move."
With that said, he let go of the reins and stood up.
"Blocking the road and seeking death?"
After looking around, Chu Zihang fixed his gaze on the woods not far from the roadside and spoke with a cold tone.
"Haha, brother is so crazy!?"
A figure dressed in black appeared in Chu Zihang's field of vision.
Behind this person were seventeen similar shadows, and they seemed to have no intention of continuing to hide after being discovered.
Each of the eighteen people was carrying a knife, and the light of the knife shone coldly in the night, cold and ruthless.
"Leave the carriage and its contents, and we'll let you live." The voice of the leader of the man in black was hoarse, and his golden eyes looked particularly scary in the dark night. "Of course, we don't mind if you stay too."
"You followed me all the way." Chu Zihang said expressionlessly, "Just to talk about this?"
"Otherwise?" The man in black frowned and held the knife a little harder. Could it be that this man didn't understand their threat?
"I took the money and there was no negotiation."
Chu Zihang jumped off the carriage and slowly drew his sword.
Seeing this, the man in black waved his knife-wielding hand, signaling the brothers behind him to come forward first, "Kill this arrogant family for me..."
But he hasn't finished speaking yet.
There was a sonorous sound of drawing a sword, and the cold light flashed in the dark night. The person behind him fell down in response, and the sword in Chu Zihang's hand was completely unsheathed.
"What a fast knife..."
The man in black took a breath. He didn't react to anything except the sound of metal friction. More than a dozen of his men had already fallen, but he didn't quite understand why the man didn't chop him down as well.
Chu Zihang looked at the man in black expressionlessly.
The man in black looked at the long knife in Chu Zihang's hand that reflected the fierce light. There were two flowers on it, like a blooming mandala, blooming and then withering. That was the blood of his men, and the blood could not be absorbed by the knife. They gathered together and just fell along the tip of the knife. This is an untainted demon knife.
The next moment, Chu Zihang came to the man in black.
The man in black didn't react at all, and the demon knife was already pressed against his neck, lightly drawing a blood mark.
The man in black was horrified and retreated subconsciously. Chu Zihang did not stop him and allowed the man to retreat, because no matter how he retreated, it was meaningless. In the face of the power gap, he had no way to retreat.
"Who sent you here?" Chu Zihang did not continue the pursuit. He just put the long knife into its sheath and walked towards the carriage.
"Who are you?" The man in black said with horror in his tone, "We have not been informed that someone like you is protecting us..."
"No need to talk useless nonsense."
It's a pity that before the man in black finished asking, his whole head slipped off and blood poured out.
Chu Zihang took the reins again, ignored the corpses on the ground, and continued to move forward along the road.
"It seems like there are a lot of people who want my life?" The voice in the carriage thought again, "Are you really okay?"
The voice sounded worried.
"Ahem...no problem." Chu Zihang coughed lightly.
A pool of bright red blood coughed on the back of his hand holding the reins. He wiped his mouth, his face still expressionless.
The people in the carriage couldn't help but worry. This was not the first time they were attacked. There were countless guys who blocked them along the way. Although most of them were just trash, there were too many of them. No matter how strong Chu Zihang was, It’s also a bit unbearable.
The reason why he stayed alive to ask who sent these guys here was to find the source.
Unfortunately, it seems we can only give up this idea now.
The only option left is to continue carrying it all the way.
As for refunding the money and giving up the trust?
This was not among Chu Zihang's options.
There is never any way back from the path he takes.
"who?"
Chu Zihang suddenly became alert, pulled the reins to stop the carriage, and jumped onto the roof of the carriage.
I don't know when a person was standing on the roof of the car, and it seemed that he had been standing for a while.
