The bustling streets of Kunwu City were filled with people coming and going as usual. It was as peaceful and prosperous as if all living things were happy. In the distance, Kunlun Mountain was lofty and majestic. The sun was warm on Feiyan Platform. Lu Chen was lying on the bed of his wooden house, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the small courtyard of the Black Hill Pavilion, Old Ma was sitting there. He had changed his clothes, carried a basin of water, and was carefully washing his hands.
The blood stains made the water a little red.
He looked at the red color with a strange expression. He stretched out a finger and gently drew a few strokes on the reddish spots in the water. It seemed like he was stirring randomly, but it also seemed like he was writing a word.
Faint traces of blood gently circled around his fingertips, floating and dispersing in the water, so that the word couldn't take shape. Soon, even the blood itself disappeared. Old Ma raised his head and looked at the sky. After a moment of silence, he pulled a piece of cloth from the side and carefully wiped his palm clean, not leaving the slightest trace.
…
The morning wind blew through Kunwu City, bringing with it a slight chill.
A group of people gathered outside the gate of a certain house. There was a faint smell of blood in the air; it was coming from that house. The crowd of onlookers looked a little excited, as if they had lived ordinary lives for too long and finally had a lively scene to watch. However, from beginning to end, no one tried to enter the courtyard.
Who was a fool these days?
Being wise to stay out of trouble was the right thing to do.
Later, a figure suddenly flew over from afar and rushed into the house like an arrow leaving the bow. Because his speed was so fast, there was even a sharp whistling sound as he broke through the air, making people unable to clearly see his figure and face.
Immediately after, several figures rushed over and landed at the gate of the house. The difference was that they all clearly appeared in front of the crowd. The crowd of onlookers suddenly became restless because the people standing guard in front of the gate were cultivators wearing the uniform of Kunlun Party disciples.
The person who rushed in the front with the fastest speed was He Yi. The place he rushed into was the residence of his younger brother, He Gang, several times before.
When he received the news and rushed here, when he smelled the faint smell of blood, his heart slowly sank until he rushed into the courtyard and saw the bloody scene.
He Gang was lying on the ground in the middle of the courtyard, already dead.
There was also a bloodstain on his side, from his bedroom to the place where he died. It seemed that he had struggled to crawl from there.
He had lost a lot of blood, so his skin looked a little pale, which made his already disfigured face look even more terrifying. He Gang's eyes were still wide open, as if he had died with a grievance, but no one knew what he had seen before he died.
He Yi stood there stiffly, looking at the corpse on the ground in a daze. Just a few days ago, he was still sitting together with him, looking forward to the beautiful days in the future, and even exaggeratedly thinking about what kind of good sister-in-law he should find for his brother in the future.
Sometimes, He Yi really thought that he and his younger brother could live well like this, that he would become successful and famous, that he would be successful in his cultivation, and that he would take good care of him for the rest of his life.
The past flashed past his mind like scenes, from the lonely childhood, the brothers who depended on each other for survival, to supporting each other for so many years, from when he was young to now, from when he was young to when he was mature, the only thing that never changed was his smile, "Big Brother". At this moment, like a death knell, the sound of "Big Brother" rang again and again in his ears.
He only felt that his heart was beating crazily, as if it was about to explode. He thought that he was going crazy, shouting and yelling, but in the end, he could not make a sound.
He just staggered forward, and then knelt down beside his younger brother's corpse.
The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
He suddenly felt like vomiting.
His hand trembled a little, and he slowly reached over and gently touched He Gang's head.
His younger brother's head shook slightly, but there was no reaction. Where he touched it, his fingertips felt a trace of coldness that seemed to seep into his bones. He clenched his teeth, his mouth silently contorting for a moment. Then, he lowered his head, his entire body tensed up and trembled. He forcefully swallowed all the anger and pain.
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead …
There was a bitter smile on his face, but there were no tears, only desolation. Then, he gently used his hand to wipe his younger brother's eyes, wanting him to at least rest in peace, but after trying a few times, he found that the eyes could not close.
He Yi slowly retracted his hand.
"Alright," he said softly, "Just open your eyes, Big Brother promises you, I will help you get revenge."
He Gang's face did not change, the matter of having a spirit after death, seemed to be just a legend after all.
He Yi lowered his head, and was silent for a very long time. Then, he quietly began to help his younger brother tidy up his body, smoothing his clothes, and straightening his body. Then, he found that He Gang had a hand under his body.
He tried to pull his hand out, but when he flipped over He Gang's body halfway, his body suddenly trembled, and his movements abruptly stopped.
After a moment, he relaxed his movements, lightly pulling He Gang's body to the side, revealing the piece of ground he was originally pressing down on. One of He Gang's hands was still there, his finger stained with dark red blood, using blood to write a crooked and terrifying character on the ground.
"Su!"
That crooked character was like a sharp blade that was stabbed into his chest, that dripping blood, imprinted in his eyes like a burning scarlet flame.
He Yi stared at that character, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching slightly. At this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind him, it was the junior brothers that he brought with him walking in.
He Yi seemed to want to say something, but he quickly closed his mouth. A trace of a desolate smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and then it quickly disappeared.
His face became gloomy, and in the end, indifferent. He stood up, and with a step, he stepped on that character.
The several Kunlun disciples next to him walked over. When they saw the bloody scene, they all had frightened, angry, and unbearable expressions on their faces. One after another, they came up to comfort He Yi.
He Yi slowly nodded, and without saying anything else, he only said in a soft voice, "Thank you, junior brothers, for helping me."
As he said this, he slowly walked forward, but as he lifted his foot, there seemed to be an infinitely heavy pressure on his shoulder. When he took a step forward, a dazzling trail of blood appeared under his foot, and it was a bloody mess.
Some people helped him to the side to rest, while others sighed and prepared to clean up the mess. In the middle of it all, they glanced at the ground. In the middle of it, there was nothing but fresh blood on the ground.
Only when the sun shone down, it illuminated the bloody and tragic shadow.
…
There were still thirteen days until the next full moon night.
There was some turmoil in the Kunlun Party, and it was about He Yi. His only relative, his younger brother, He Gang, was suddenly killed in Kunwu City, and his body was thrown in the courtyard. When the news came, He Yi was so grieved that he almost couldn't do anything, so the murder case of He Changsheng, which caused a lot of trouble, suddenly quieted down.
Dukon Zhenren, who cherished his disciple, once again summoned He Yi back in the name of Closed Door Meditation. He went to the Sect Master, Reverend Idle Month, to ask for forgiveness, and took all the responsibility. But Reverend Idle Month was also open-minded and didn't really pursue the matter. In any case, they were all from the same sect. If someone was to blame, they could only blame the Devil Cult's evil man for being too treacherous and cunning.
It was just that in the sect, everyone seemed to hate the Devil Cult to the bone and felt indignant about the injustice, but in private, there were some whispers that couldn't be brought to the surface. He Gang didn't die earlier or later, but he died when He Yi was investigating the murder case on a large scale, and he died after He Yi detained the Su family?
The water was deep.
Many people said so, with a meaningful smile on their faces.
The Su family, on the other hand, remained silent. Originally, when they brought Sumo back, they were indignant and wanted to fight back and take revenge. But suddenly, overnight, all the Su family were directly locked up at home by Su Tianhe, and were not allowed to go out easily.
The atmosphere in the Kunlun Party was a little strange, but in any case, things that didn't come out publicly, everyone could pretend that it didn't happen. Life still had to go on.
When the moon at night began to slowly become full from the smallest crescent, Lu Chen also went out several times in the middle of the night, hoping to encounter the strange three-eyed bug again, but he didn't find anything.
That night really seemed like a dream, everything seemed to be the same as before, nothing had changed.
Until one night, he suddenly saw Atsu lying on the windowsill, suddenly raised his head, and howled at the dark sky, and heard that mournful long cry.
Lu Chen suddenly sat up.
After the long cry, Atsu turned to look at him, and suddenly jumped out of the window. Without any hesitation, Lu Chen directly jumped out, and then followed Atsu, all the way to the forest behind the mountain of Flying Goose Terrace.
The dark forest emitted a deep darkness under the night sky, and the old and sturdy trees were like tall giants, but Atsu didn't seem to have any fear, and directly ran into the forest.
Lu Chen followed, ran all the way, and gradually came to the depths of the forest. Then, somewhere, Atsu suddenly stopped, and Lu Chen also slowed down and stood beside it. He first looked at it, and then looked around.
It was a little dark, but he could see the shadow of a big stone in front of him, and there seemed to be some things around it.
Lu Chen's expression suddenly changed. He took a few steps forward, and then gradually saw the things there.
Beside the stone, there were many corpses of birds and small animals, all of them were bitten to death.
He suddenly turned back and stared at Atsu, only to see that in the darkness, the dim light in Atsu's eyes gradually lit up, and gradually became brighter.
Like a dark green flame.
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