"Well …"
The entire Cang Lang Mountain fell silent. The only sounds were the blowing wind and Master Spiritual Vulture's peeing.
The heroes of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the heroes who killed people like scything flax, were all shocked speechless by his audacity for a long time.
The mountain wind blew from top to bottom, blowing in the direction of the crowd of heroes. The smell of urine assaulted their nostrils, mixed with a few pungent raindrops. The faces of the heroes gradually turned from white to green, from green to purple, and from purple to black.
The monk finished peeing unhurriedly and fastened his belt unhurriedly. He looked at the infuriated crowd with a smile, as if he did not know how miserably he was going to die.
"This — this is too presumptuous!"
"Crazy, crazy, this demonic monk is really crazy!"
"This is a great humiliation. This is a great humiliation. The monk is insulting the entire martial world on his own. How is he bold enough to do that? How is he bold enough to do that?"
The crowd was shuddering in fury. Fifty thunderous crossbows, hundreds of strong bows, and almost ten thousand cold, glittering sabers and swords were all aimed at Master Spiritual Vulture.
"You are still so presumptuous when you are about to be killed. Monk, prepare to die!"
The crowd drew close, roaring thunderously.
Master Spiritual Vulture was still smiling, not caring at all.
Black clouds were suddenly rolling in the sky. Lightning was flashing, and thunder was rumbling. A storm was about to fall immediately.
Master Spiritual Vulture wiped his face, and his expression immediately changed. He was both intimidating and terrifying.
"Who are you exactly? Do you not realize that you are about to be killed?"
The roar from the monk's chest was even louder than the thunder in the sky. It was a head-on blow for all the heroes. Everybody felt that they had been hit by lightning. There was nothing but red and green in front of their eyes, and their ears were humming. Before they knew it, they were caught in an illusion. They seemed to have seen the Azure Dragon Gang and the Thunder Hall of Jiangnan rebelling together against the court a few years later. They had caused countless catastrophes and caused countless disasters. After the Kunpeng Dynasty was overthrown, they attacked each other again, turning the bright world into the picture of infinite devils.
The heroes who besieged Master Spiritual Vulture in Cang Lang Mountain today would become the main force of the rebellion against the court tomorrow. They were all awesome generals, but after committing heinous crimes, they would be doomed as dead bodies under each other's sabers and swords. Dry bones that had nowhere to be buried.
Other than being a burden to countless people and becoming ghosts because of their ambitions, they had nothing to gain.
What a vivid and lifelike dream. It caused everyone to break out in cold sweat and their hearts to ache. They couldn't tell if what was in front of them was real or not.
It was not until then that they learned that Master Spiritual Vulture was an otherworldly expert and a true deity of the land. Even the most famous experts of the martial arts world were far from him. They were so scared that they could not keep their mouths shut.
There were even more astute people who secretly thought that this master was not trying to steal other people's new daughter-in-law, but was using this as an excuse to gather many heroes who had killed many people together, using this method to enlighten them.
But out of everyone's expectation, everybody's heart and fingertips were shivering at the same time. Almost a hundred thunderous crossbows that had been fully charged were shot out of the bowstrings and darted toward Master Spiritual Vulture.
"Master!"
All the heroes suddenly paled. The experts of the Azure Dragon Sect and the Thunder Hall of Jiangnan were so scared that their faces were twisted.
Seeing that almost a hundred crossbows that could even penetrate through the city wall had pierced through his chest, Master Spiritual Vulture turned into countless colorful feathers in the blink of an eye. Enshrouded by the mountain wind, the feathers turned into dazzling streaks of brightness, which congregated into rainbows and soared into the swirling dark clouds, vanishing into thin air.
Master Spiritual Vulture had turned into a rainbow in such an unbelievable way and completely vanished from the Kun Peng Dynasty.
All the heroes on the mountain kneeled on the ground and looked at the helical clouds above the cliff in bewilderment.
…
BOOM!
The battering ram of the bandits dealt another heavy blow to the city gate. Even the soldiers who resisted the attack behind the gate were blown away, vomiting blood crazily.
Huala!
The defenders threw rocks and boiling oil at the same time. Flames and arrows were like a storm, finally tearing the battering ram into pieces, making the bandits flee in panic again.
But the bandits that were a hundred times more than the bandits were building new battering rams and ladders at the rear. They were rubbing their fists and roaring, ready for battle.
The bandits outnumbered the defenders by thirty to fifty times. Everybody could tell that the lone city, the beginning of the glory of the 'Blood Eagle Guards' and the last stronghold, could not be defended anymore.
The ragged city gate could only take one more blast at best. Among the broken walls on the city gate, a bearded, weather-beaten general gazed at the horizon in silence. Even the bloody eagle on his helmet that was flapping its wings had been enshrouded in black smoke and broken.
"My lord!"
General Blood Eagle's personal guard was also covered in sores. With smoke all over his face, he crawled close and cried, "After a hundred days, there is still no reinforcements from the court. Several armies are right next to us, but they have been holding back and watching us being besieged by the bandits! How can this be? The Blood Eagle Guards have made great contributions to the court and to His Majesty. How can this be? "
"There won't be any reinforcements. His Majesty just wants to see us perish together with the thief army. After all, the Blood Eagle Guard has made too many contributions. There is no more title to confer, no reward to bestow, and we have become a big problem for His Majesty."
General Blood Hawk smiled and said, "His Majesty is too soft-hearted and narrow-minded. He thinks that I'm going to compete with him for this piece of land, but he doesn't know that there's always someone better than him. How vast and wonderful the world beyond this piece of land is!"
"My lord, you …"
The personal guard was slightly dazed. He suddenly felt that General Blood Eagle today was different from usual.
"Zhao Chuang, how long have you been with me?"
General Blood Eagle suddenly asked.
"It's been nineteen years since we rose from the Little River Castle and fought forty-nine life-and-death battles!"
The personal guard immediately stood up straight like a javelin and answered subconsciously.
"Nineteen years. It turns out that I've been practicing in this world for nineteen years. It's really like a wonderful dream. It's been a long time outside. Then, today is the end of our destiny!"
General Blood Eagle smiled and stopped the personal guard from asking questions. He continued, "There's no need to ask more. All good things must come to an end. Although this world is good, it's not my world after all. It's yours.
"We've been brothers for nineteen years. Next, I'll open a way for you. Zhao Chuang, take the remaining brothers of the Blood Eagle Guards to break out of the encirclement of the bandits. Go all the way to the west and cross the 'Iron Thread River'. Then, you can choose to live in seclusion in the forest, wander in Jianghu, or … summon up your courage to compete with His Majesty who listens to slander and can't distinguish right from wrong. It's up to you!
"However, no matter what you choose, remember my words — life is not everything, and death is not the end!"
"My, my lord …"
The personal guard looked at General Blood Eagle dumbfoundedly. He only felt that his lord was releasing an extremely strong and strange aura.
For a moment, he even forgot to ask an important question.
There were nearly 100,000 bandits, and General Blood Eagle was only one person. How could he protect the remaining soldiers of the Blood Eagle Guards to break out of the encirclement?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, General Blood Eagle gave him a bright smile. He even let out a long cry, broke through the city wall, and jumped into the air.
He didn't ride a horse, but his speed was faster than that of a Ferghana horse. He was so fast that he melted in the air. Under the horrified gazes of the 100,000 soldiers of both sides, he became the most dazzling fire and the most gorgeous rainbow. He completely burned, bloomed, and sublimated!
…
The beggar had been begging at this intersection for twenty years.
In the city forest built with reinforced concrete, there were many other beggars like him. The hurried passers-by never noticed such a beggar, as if he was just a moving stone on the roadside.
The beggar didn't care about people's gazes. He lived a free life and did whatever he wanted.
In spring, he enjoyed the blooming of flowers. In summer, he listened to the chirping of cicadas. In autumn, he picked up fallen leaves and made them into whistles. In winter, he shrunk his head and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of snowflakes falling.
When someone gave him money, he smiled wholeheartedly. When someone gave him two steamed buns to eat, he thanked them profusely. When someone complained that he was blocking the road and kicked him, he crawled away without saying a word. Once, several other beggars wanted to snatch his territory and punched and kicked him. He held his head, clamped his crotch, and silently endured. When the others finished, he curled up in his original position while vomiting blood.
Over time, the beggar had become one with the intersection and became something similar to a light box or a telephone pole.
Such an ordinary beggar that could be seen everywhere would never attract anyone's attention, let alone the major news media.
Before the out-of-control truck hit the little girl crossing the road, no one would have thought that such a sloppy, good-for-nothing, smelly beggar would act bravely for justice and even sacrifice his own life.
However, a story like "the beggar acted bravely for justice and sacrificed his life to save the little girl" was still not enough to cause a sensation. At most, it would appear in the prefecture-level newspapers. On the Internet, where people biting dogs was not news, it wouldn't arouse the slightest wave.
What made the major media and tens of thousands of netizens very interested and caused a heated discussion was another thing.
The beggar was gone.
Just as he pushed the little girl out and was hit by the big truck, he was gone.
Yes, not a single word was wrong. It was the literal meaning. Gone, gone, gone.
There was no trace of impact on the big truck. There was not a drop of blood or half a hair on the ground. There was no information about such a beggar in the police's file. It was as if there was no such person from the beginning to the end.
Even the seven surveillance cameras near the scene had some problems. At the same time, there was snow, so that they did not record the scene of the beggar acting bravely for justice and the scene of the truck hitting the beggar.
How was this possible?
Many people remembered the beggar's existence. The surveillance video a few days ago also showed such a person. Even the truck driver who was still in shock and the little girl who escaped the disaster confirmed that it was such a beggar that prevented a tragedy from happening.
How could a living person completely disappear? Even if he was hit to death, there should be a body left, right?
For a time, there were different opinions and discussions, and it became one of the countless urban ghost stories.
The truck driver and the little girl's statements added a bit of evil to this ghost story.
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