Thick plasma dripped along the cracks in the floor into the dark and dirty underground.
Across a thin wooden door, the smell of blood seemed to be completely isolated in another world.
No one knew that this cramped house had just experienced a massacre. A family of seven were brutally dismembered. Their hands were placed in their hands, their legs were placed in their legs, and their heads were placed neatly.
Only the blood, mixed together, was like a small lake, carrying the neat stumps.
A figure dragging a scythe silently placed the last severed palm carefully on the row of hands, and then walked tremblingly past the stump, leaving conspicuous bloody footprints.
...
Long Yan returned home with the help of a woman.
The wounds in his eyes ached, but they were no match for the grief in his heart. He drove away the woman who wanted to stay and serve him, pulled out a long knife and slashed wildly at the house, venting the pent-up frustration in his heart.
"Ho--"
"Ho--"
He gasped heavily, sweat soaked into his eyes, and the pain suddenly intensified.
He loosened his grip, dropped the knife, held his head and howled miserably, but soon he seemed to realize that doing so was too degrading, so he gritted his teeth and held on. However, as the sweat soaked into the wound increased, the pain became more and more severe. The blood in his neck burst out after he had suppressed it, but he still let out a low groan.
A dying beast.
Kukuuku...
A strange chuckle suddenly sounded in the room.
Long Yan's body froze for a moment, then he stretched out his hand and groped around frantically, trying to find the knife.
"It's really sad, Yue Minglongyan,"
Long Yan made a clang, and at the cost of a shallow wound on the back of his hand, he finally touched the handle of the knife and faced the source of the sound with the knife in his stance, "Who are you?"
"You can't recognize me! Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are blind, Kukuku..."
As the voice fell, a barefoot man with disheveled hair, loose robes, and a long knife hanging on his waist walked out from the pillar.
"It's you!?"
Long Yan seemed to have remembered something, his body suddenly trembled, his voice was hoarse, he clenched the knife harder with both hands, his knuckles turned white, "It's impossible, you are dead, we have already caught up and killed you that day. .who are you!"
"I remembered it."
Every step the barefoot man took left a footprint covered in mud and gravel on the floor.
He approached Longyan.
What Longyan brushed was cut with one knife.
The barefoot man swayed and appeared behind Long Yan. He pressed against Long Yan's neck. The light from the skylight shone down, revealing a terrifying face covered with knife marks.
"Yes, after that day, I will die."
The tone was gloomy, and Long Yan's whole body's hair stood on end. With a cry of 'Ah', he turned around and slashed several times, but all of them were struck in the air.
"Ghost! You are a ghost!!"
"Kukuku..." The man chuckled, appeared in front of Long Yan without warning, held his chin with one hand, licked his dark tongue, and said, "Ghost, I like this name, look. , you have done another good thing, the forgotten people are all ghosts."
As he spoke, the man slowly pulled out the long knife, and the thin sound of the scabbard and the blade scraping together was particularly clear at this moment.
Long Yan is awe-inspiring, the result of many years of hard training, at the critical moment of life and death, he finally returns to his body, his messy hair floats without wind, and his sharp sword power quietly revives.
The barefoot man's eyes showed madness, as if something he had been waiting for for a long time had happened. He smiled, and the knife in his hand borrowed the light from the skylight, reflecting a sense of darkness.
Amidst the strange laughter, Long Yan shielded himself from the pain, trying to unleash the pinnacle of his sword skills in his life under the harsh conditions where he couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, their bodies froze.
chirp
chirp
chirp
There was a sound like footsteps stepping on paste, slowly approaching the two of them.
Accompanied by it was a faint smell of... blood that seemed to waft out from the waves at the beach.
"Kukuku, you have a guest." The barefoot man licked his lips and said lazily: "We can't let him disturb us. I'll send him downstairs to wait for you."
The moment he finished speaking, the figure of the barefoot man was no longer visible under the skylight.
After a while, a short fighting sound came from not far away, like the sound of a knife cutting into flesh, the knock of someone falling, and the sound of an inaudible moan.
Long Yan's heart was pounding and he listened intently.
He has no guests at all.
There was no movement for a long time. Long Yan moved carefully towards the source of the sound, always holding the long knife in his right hand.
The air was moist, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.
He suddenly heard the sound of cutting, as if someone was concentrating on cutting some meat, wailing inaudibly.
He touched the wall and walked more cautiously.
But he didn't touch anything on the way, no enemies, and no so-called guests. But...the cutting sound still echoed around, neither far nor close, as if this distance was deliberately maintained.
Long Yan didn't know that not far behind him, a dirty figure holding a sickle was immersed in cutting the barefoot man's thigh. There were intertwined knife marks and a horrifying head. He looked at it with his eyes open and his mouth wide open. Looking at him, as if expecting and waiting for something.
boom!
Long Yan slipped, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The cutting sound suddenly disappeared.
The dirty figure turned his head and spit out streams of blue-gray gas.
Ga——
The scythe scraped a trail of sawdust across the floor.
Long Yan's head buzzed and he felt dizzy. The knife in his hand no longer had the strength to hold tightly, and it fell with a clatter.
The dirty figure came to Long Yan and squatted down, his head swaying, as if he was observing the person in front of him attentively, and then he raised the sickle high and aimed it at the neck.
Knock knock——
There was a sudden knock on the door.
The dirty figure paused, slowly put away the scythe, and then walked towards the entrance step by step.
...
The sun was covered by dark clouds that came from nowhere, and a gentle breeze blew by. A few lazy people gathered under the willow trees by the river to watch people fishing.
"Have you heard? Yueming Dojo has elected a new top disciple, who will be the future heir to the dojo."
"Where did you hear that? Isn't the eldest disciple the person named Long Yan?"
"Long Yan? Long Yan is blind."
"I knew it earlier. I also know that the Taoist leader's daughter will definitely marry the new disciple."
"This, this... is so heartless."
"It must be very painful for Long Yan when something like this happens."
"Can it not be painful? The woman you like marries someone else, and you are kicked out of the Yue Ming Dojo. You can't see anything alive. Oh, do you think he will hide at home and kill himself?"
"Hard to say, hard to say."
"Hey, it's a pity. Long Yan's Yueming Style Sword Technique is the most powerful I have ever seen. I always thought he would become the next Taoist leader."
Chen Qingyan held his hands with a lively fat fish hanging on his waist. He was about to go home and gradually stopped after hearing these gossips. After pondering for a while, he suddenly started walking back.
About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the gate of a courtyard that could be called a mansion in this era.
After waiting for a moment, he took his right hand out of his sleeve and knocked it down.
Knock knock——
