Dang clang——
The knife in his palm was broken.
It seems that a non-existent string has been broken in people's hearts at the same time.
"ah!!!"
Chu Tianba shouted loudly, the corners of his eyes tore open, and then he shed red tears.
The moonlight sprinkled down like salt.
The instigator of all this calmly stood firm, the knife in his hand emitting the light of day like the moon in the sky.
The long sword with red clouds was broken, and half of the blade fell into the white moonlight. The red clouds on it gradually dissipated, like a drop of blood dispersed into a pool of clear water.
Its owner has long since died, and now the knife has come to an end.
Nan Er looked down at the half of the knife. He still remembered that when he saw the knife for the first time, his brother held the knife in both hands, with indescribable pride and tenderness in his eyes. When he saw it again later, it was already hanging on. Pretend to be a chivalrous woman's waist.
After that, the chivalrous woman became her most feared sister-in-law, and the Hongxia sword never left her waist.
That heroic woman back then pinched her cheeks and laughed at him saying that she was getting engaged at such a young age.
It seems like just yesterday.
He thought to himself, but the knife in his hand did not stop.
Tread, tread, tread.
The steps are relaxed and leisurely, but every step on the bluestone makes a sound that hits the heart.
Chu Tianba was half kneeling on the ground. He was trembling all over as he heard the footsteps approaching him little by little. His mind went blank. The broken half of the blade in his hand reminded him all the time that his so-called power was in front of this man. How vulnerable.
"Rare..."
Even his words of begging for mercy were blocked in his throat by an inexplicable force, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't say even a single word.
The moonlight fell on him.
It's not snow, but it's colder than the mid-winter snow.
Buzz!
The knife sliced through the air, trembling slightly and letting out a cry.
It was as if another moon was born on the ground. The cold sword light mixed with the pale moonlight, filling the entire courtyard, and there was no longer any darkness.
"Forgive me……"
Chu Tianba narrowed his eyes under the soft, non-dazzling white light. He tried his best to move his throat, but he couldn't say more words.
His heart was struggling wildly. He wanted to escape, to stand up and fight back, to even say something to plead for his life.
But no.
He tried desperately to struggle in his heart, but it felt like all the strength had been taken away from his body, leaving only his bones to support his body from falling.
why why?
There was a biting cold feeling on his skin. Chu Tianba knew that it was the feeling before being cut open by a sharp blade. He had experienced it many times in his life, but none of them were as intense as this one.
The cold sweat on Chu Tianba's forehead couldn't stop breaking out, and then it slowly crossed his cheek and hit the bluestone in front of him with a clatter.
In fact, he knew, he knew why he behaved so badly and why he couldn't move even a finger no matter how hard he struggled in his heart.
Because he is afraid.
Yes, the feeling of powerlessness all over his body came from the fear gushing out from deep in his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, he showed the greatest surrender out of instinct deep in his consciousness.
This is just like in the wild mountains and forests, when predatory beasts see the overlord of the forest that they can never afford to offend, they will show the greatest surrender out of fear and desire for life. They will often crawl on the ground and lower their heads to express submission. , or simply expose your softest belly to express your surrender to the other party.
"Spare...life..."
He was stuttering, almost unable to speak clearly even two words, and his upper and lower teeth couldn't stop chattering with each other.
Chu Tianba wanted to beg for mercy, but he found that he could not think of any words to ask for mercy. The words about money and beauty that he usually used to confuse others did not appear in his mind at all.
"Chu Tianba."
The man's voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
The long sword that shines like the moon is raised high, forcing all the stars and bright moon in the sky to retreat.
"Rare..."
Chu Tianba shook his throat and desperately tried to open his mouth. Tears mixed with blood could not stop falling from the corners of his wide eyes.
He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!
"Rare..."
Uh-huh!
Three feet of moonlight fell, like a white silk floating in the air.
"Well……"
Chu Tianba just felt the skin on his legs go cold, and then he fell to the hard ground like he was weightless.
The legs are neatly broken at the knees.
Whether it was skin, flesh, or bones, they were cut open like a smooth mirror. Chu Tianba could even clearly see the flesh and blood squirming at the break, without even a drop of blood spilling out.
It seemed as if the legs were still working normally, without feeling at all that they had been separated from the torso.
Chu Tianba just felt his legs go numb. Even though he saw that his legs had left his torso, he felt no pain.
ah……
When he opened his mouth, he didn't even have the strength to shout, and no sound could be squeezed out of his throat.
Uh-huh!
Three feet of moonlight rotated again in the sky.
With the sound of something hitting the ground, Chu Tianba felt his arms leave him. He was now beheaded just like Nangong No. 1 who almost died in his hands. limbs.
"ah……"
He tried hard for a long time, but could only let out an inhuman roar from his throat. He didn't know whether it was a final curse or a pitiful plea for mercy.
Buzz!
The Nangong family's sword fell and killed the person who slaughtered Nangong.
Snapped!
That was the sound of heads falling to the ground.
When Chu Tianba's eyes were fixed in the air, he finally saw clearly the face of the man who swung the knife to take his life.
The enchanting peach blossoms on the face.
Those eyebrows, that face, that pursed lips, that knife like moonlight.
Before he died, a name appeared in Chu Tianba's mind, a name that was very familiar to him but had become strange.
Nangong...first.
The eldest son of the Nangong family, the man who knew no martial arts but killed several assassins, the lunatic who had his limbs cut off and was tortured by the Sima family.
He is back, he is not crazy, he is here to kill me after all.
Moonlight does not change.
More than ten years ago, it shone on the blood flowing from the Nangong family. No matter whether it was struggling or roaring, it fell silent under the moonlight.
More than ten years later, it was sprinkled into Chu Tianba's dripping blood, and even regret or fear dissipated under the moonlight.
The moonlight will not change, but the people shining on the moonlight will change.
"Hahaha……"
The man held the knife and smiled stupidly in the moonlight.
The pink and white peach blossoms on her cheeks swayed slightly, with a hint of pity in the evil spirit. As the man laughed, the black evil spirit slowly spread out.
"Help...help!"
"Killed!"
"You white-eyed wolves..."
I don’t know why, but someone’s shouts echoed in my ears again. The voices included curses, begging for mercy, crying and roaring.
Illusory souls rose from the ground, and blood-red tears flowed from their ferocious eyes. Some were holding their severed heads, some were holding half of their severed bodies, and some were covering their heads. My stomach was cut open...
They stared at the smiling man in the moonlight.
The black demonic energy gradually enveloped them, dissipating little by little under the black mist, and in the end only two drops of red tears remained.
"Hahahahahaha..."
The man smiled, and those red tears fell on his body one after another, dyeing the black night clothes a thick red.
He raised his head, and his eyes under the moonlight were full of blood.
Buzz!
The sound of the knife seemed to be the last bit of struggle.
Black demonic energy mixed with red tears slowly climbed up the indestructible counter-pattern knife, completely covering the bright white blade.
The moonlight in the courtyard disappeared, and the crescent moon in the sky hid behind a dark cloud that happened to drift over, covering his face.
The stars dimmed, as if a listless person was preparing to go home.
The black demonic energy was like tentacles, centering on the courtyard where the man was, weaving a huge spider web that enveloped the entire courtyard.
The killers of the Sima family and the Chu family who were still wielding sharp blades to kill each other were stuck to the black demonic energy, like insects caught in a spider's web.
The more he struggled, the tighter he was bound.
"ah!"
"It's haunted!"
"Help! Quick, quick, help me!"
How could the prey caught in the spider web still let you escape?
The black demonic energy entangled and swallowed up all those people, just like a hungry monster swallowing all the prey it could catch into its belly.
"Hahahahahaha..."
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I only know that there is no one alive in this big mansion now.
There is no one left alive.
Only the creepy laughter was left, echoing throughout the courtyard.
…
It's daybreak, and it's time for drunk people to wake up.
Xia Zhichan opened her eyes from the boat and looked at the dazzling sun hanging high in the sky.
The sun is very warm, and it gives people a warm feeling even in late autumn. A feeling of lazy sleepiness arose in silence, and he turned over, preparing to continue sleeping.
Meow~
A cat meowed, and then she felt something warm and furry squeezed into her chest. She raised her paw with a fleshy ball and slapped Xia Zhichan on the cheek.
Meow~
Get up.
That's probably what she meant.
Xia Zhichan opened one eye lazily and looked at the black cat who was very close to her. The latter patted him again and again with its paws, as if there was something to urge him to do.
I had to sit up.
After Xia Zhichan made a move, the black cat waggled its tail and jumped lightly, landing on the wooden plank beside the boat, taking standard cat steps.
"Well, what happened?"
Xia Zhichan looked sideways and glanced at the side of the boat where the black cat was, and saw a line of small words carved with sharp scratches on the outside of the boat's planks.
"The treasure fell into the water here."
Um? What's the meaning……
Xia Zhichan smiled, remembering the story of carving a boat and seeking a sword. The story roughly tells the story of a man who was crossing a river by boat and accidentally dropped his sword into the river. He then carved a mark on the boat where the sword fell into the water, hoping to follow the mark to salvage the sword after the boat reached the shore.
People at that time said that this person was really pedantic and ridiculous.
treasure? Did any treasure fall into the water?
Xia Zhichan touched his chin, and he speculated that this line of writing should have been carved by the female snake demon. Then he took out his left and right sleeves, and his face gradually became serious.
Most of the things in the sleeve robe are there, only one thing is missing.
Wine gourd.
The wine gourd that Yan Chixia refined and could hold three mountains and five seas disappeared.
"not good……"
If that thing is lost, I will be beaten by my master when I go back to the mountain. It is a treasure passed down by my ancestor.
Alas, everything is determined.
Xia Zhichan glanced at the black cat squatting beside the boat and wagging its tail. The latter meowed at him in confusion.
"It's all because of me, because I was shaken by what I did, which led to all of this happening..."
Xia Zhichan knew why such a seemingly impossible thing happened. He stretched out his hand and gently paddled on the lake water a few times. The cold lake water made him sober.
Meow~
The black cat shook its body and tilted its head as if asking Xia Zhichan what should she do next?
The latter just smiled lightly.
With a thought in his mind, he used the sword energy to propel the boat under his feet to the shore.
Something strange?
Logically speaking, today should be the first day of the River God Festival. Even if Xia Zhichan is not familiar with local customs, she thinks it should be a very lively day, but now it is...
no one.
Xia Zhichan looked at the shore and didn't even see a flower boat that almost crowded the shore last night.
He felt a little strange and shook his head, and then walked towards the Jiangcheng Inn where he lived temporarily. As soon as he entered the main street of Jiangcheng, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The red silk lanterns that had not been removed in time were mixed with the white silk mourning flags.
Swish——
A white thing floated in the wind and landed right at Xia Zhichan's feet.
He leaned over and picked it up.
It was a white paper money with a round outside and a square inside.
Then, accompanied by the sounds of sorrow and joy, people wearing sackcloth and mourning appeared in Xia Zhichan's field of vision, holding the dark coffin.
What made his scalp tingle was.
The coffin was not one, nor two or three, but...
A whole street was blocked.
