The color of blood was like a canal, slowly spreading out on the flat ground. Because there was too much of it, even the torrential rain could not disperse it. The thin strands gradually converged into a wide stream, flowing through the surface of the purple boots that were stepping on the puddles.
The purple-cloaked people strode through the blood water. Under the cloak, the cold tip of the sword flashed with red blood. They stepped on countless crimson footprints and strode into the hall, into the patio, and into the backyard. The purple shadows of the cloaks, which carried the smell of blood and wind and rain, curled up. It was like a nightmare had descended on the Li family's courtyard that had been passed down through generations.
"Pitter-patter."
The sound of the soles of the shoes was muffled. In the heavy rain, all sounds seemed to be muffled in a jar or blocked in the throat.
"Ah —" The woman's scream was accompanied by the sound of clothes tearing. At the same time, the lightning suddenly lit up, as if the sky was torn apart, revealing a snow-white flawless body.
In the heavy rain, there was a faint lewd laughter, and the tone was wild.
"… She really is a beauty … I didn't come in vain!"
"Brother, hurry up … I can't hold it anymore seeing this white meat …"
"What's the hurry! Line up one by one! I've long heard that Old Li's new wife is a beauty within a hundred miles. Let's all have fun today! "
The wind and rain knocked on the window, and the rain was like a whip. It could break the filth of the mortal world, but it could not break the dust of human nature.
"Ouch —"
Suddenly, there was a man's cry of pain, and then there was a crisp "pa" sound. It was so bright that the sky shook. Someone cursed angrily, "Bitch! How dare you bite me! "
Then there was the sound of struggling and shouting. Suddenly, with a "bang", the door was knocked open. A woman with disheveled clothes and bare skin rushed out into the rain.
Her red wedding dress was torn to pieces, and it was hard to tell if it was blood or water. Her black hair was scattered and stuck to her white forehead by the rain. She stumbled out and tripped over a corpse. She rolled away and struggled to get up to take a look.
"My husband —"
The woman screamed and threw herself forward to hug the body of the bridegroom. Her lover, her lover. A quarter of an hour ago, she was waiting for him to lift the red veil with the golden scale in front of the wedding candle. A quarter of an hour later, she tripped over his warm body lying in front of the bridal chamber door.
However, someone was chasing after her from behind. The woman retracted her open hand, clenched her teeth, and threw herself down the stairs. She tumbled down the stairs again, and fell dizzily. When she got up to take a look, she let out another heart-wrenching scream.
"Daddy —"
Her father, who did not return home because of the heavy rain, looked at her with eyes that he could never close.
The woman knelt in the rain, her entire body trembling. Large droplets of rain were blown away by her uncontrollable trembling, splashing blood onto the ground. The men who chased after her suddenly stopped. They slowly crossed their arms in front of their chests, standing under the eaves where the wind and rain could not enter, laughing loudly.
"Bitch, run! Who do you think will save you today?"
"Chase what? When she's done looking at the corpse, won't she come back and lie under us obediently? "
Someone walked over softly, bowed, and handed over an umbrella to the man who was fastening his pants. "Captain, it's fun to play in the rain. Slippery as a fish, it's a different kind of taste …"
The captain's eyes lit up. Laughing heartily, he patted the man's shoulder and said, "You're good!"
The man smiled ingratiatingly and bent down. The lantern illuminated his face. It was Li Zheng, the man who had been frozen after toasting Meng Fuyao.
He bent down and wiped his sweat … These men were stationed nearby, saying that they were looking for a wanted criminal from the enemy country, but they had nothing to do. They kept forcing him to find virgins to vent his desires, even taking a liking to his thirteen-year-old second daughter … Left with no choice, he could only send Old Li's daughter-in-law to them … But … these purple-caped men were too cruel … Old Li's family was so miserable …
Li Zheng lowered his head and averted his gaze, not daring to make eye contact with the corpse lying in the rain.
The purple-caped captain took an interest in his suggestion and strode down the steps. Li Zheng hurriedly followed him with his umbrella.
The woman could no longer run. She struggled to crawl through the corpses and blood that covered the ground. She vaguely remembered that the county magistrate hadn't left because of the heavy rain and was now staying in the guest room in the rear courtyard. He was the county magistrate, the parent official, the protector of hundreds of thousands of people in the dignified Guan Yuan County. Today, the Li family's tragedy had caused the ground to be littered with corpses. As long as he was here, justice would be served!
She had to avenge the Li family!
It was this last hope that supported her broken body as she struggled step by step in the rain. She crawled toward the backyard that was just a few steps away from her, but now seemed like a heavenly moat.
= = =
In the guest room in the backyard, Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged and ordered Tie Cheng, who had rushed over, "Don't take a step out of this house. Don't let anyone disturb us. We're depending on you now." She glanced at Zhong Yi, who had also rushed over upon hearing the commotion. "Remember, you have a heavy responsibility," she whispered.
Tie Cheng understood and nodded. He turned around and faced the window with his back to Meng Fuyao. He unsheathed his sword and stood guard without blinking.
The rain was too heavy, washing away all the screams and howls. Amidst the thunderous sound of the rain, it was difficult to discern anything out of the ordinary. Tie Cheng suddenly frowned.
He vaguely heard a mournful voice calling for her father.
Tie Cheng widened his eyes, trying to find the source of the voice in the heavy rain. Then, he saw something slowly crawling toward the backyard.
= = =
The woman was crawling in the heavy rain, dragging mud and bloodstains all over her body. Using her elbows and knees, she walked the most desolate and difficult path of her life.
The purple-cloaked captain sneered as he slowly followed behind her. Every time she struggled to crawl, he would take a leisurely step. He was carefully holding an umbrella above his head, shielding himself from the wind and rain. He crossed his arms and smiled lazily, his gaze wandering over the drenched and curvy body of the woman on the ground. He felt that the delicate bulge of her buttocks, the thin and beautiful lines of her shoulders, the glistening skin that was partially exposed by the rain, and the struggling and wriggling posture was even more alluring than when she was stripped naked on the bed. It was even more alluring than when she was naked on the bed. It was even more capable of arousing the beastly desire in the depths of a man's blood.
He swallowed his saliva and felt his lower body tighten again.
The backyard was already in sight.
There were three rooms directly facing the backyard, where the magistrate of the county lived. He was the last hope of the Li family's daughter-in-law.
The magistrate was awake.
He was a light sleeper, especially since he had earned a lot of money in recent years. He was more and more afraid of running into ghosts at night. If he had nothing to do, he would get up in the middle of the night to count the money under his bed, let alone someone else's house.
He shrunk behind the window, licked the paper, and trembled as he watched the woman crawl like a ghost in the heavy rain.
Beside him was the village magistrate, who was also trembling in fear. He watched the Li family's daughter-in-law crawl inch by inch like a ghost on her elbows, and the man behind her approaching step by step with a grin. The magistrate became more and more anxious and resentful. He thought of the woman bringing the murderous purple-cloaked captain into the backyard, putting them in danger. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Hey! This woman! This woman! "
The magistrate helplessly covered his eyes and sighed, "Muddleheaded! Muddleheaded! "
No one knew who he was cursing.
The Li family's daughter-in-law couldn't hear the honorable guest's curses. She raised her bloody, tear-stained face and looked hopefully at the tightly shut door on the stairs. In her daze, she seemed to see the magistrate pushing open the door with large strides and scolding these evil wolves with righteous words. Then, with a wave of his hand, he rushed forward with the soldiers to save her and avenge the Li family.
However, the rain continued to fall, and the door remained tightly shut.
"Milord …"
The mournful woman struggled to climb up the stairs to pry open the door knocker. The purple-cloaked captain sneered and didn't stop her.
"She knocked on the door, she knocked on the door. She said I'm not here, she said I'm not here …"
"Milord, don't panic, don't panic, just pretend to be asleep …"
"Milord!!" The woman couldn't push the door open. It was firmly blocked by a stool. She lay on the stairs, half of her body in the rain, and the other half in front of the door. She fell to the ground and kowtowed. "Milord … please save me …"
"Damned woman, damned woman!" His Lordship turned around and covered his head with the blanket. He blocked out the mournful woman's voice and the sound of the pouring rain from the thick and warm blanket that was provided to him.
The wind and rain were not disturbed inside the door. The thick blanket formed a cocoon. Outside the door, blood flowed freely, and tears fell in the rain.
The sparks of righteousness and hot-bloodedness never bloomed in the heart of a lowly person.
The woman raised her head. There was a bruise on her forehead, and blood flowed freely. However, she didn't seem to feel it. She suddenly quietened down and stared quietly at the door that belonged to her home, but would never open for her. In that instant, she understood the filth and shamelessness of the mortal world, the cowardice and selfishness of human nature.
The purple-cloaked captain was already grinning viciously in annoyance. He strode forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and turned to leave.
"Milord." Li Zheng hurriedly chased after him with an umbrella. He pointed at the back of the wing and said, "There seem to be a few people from the martial world staying here today. Their martial arts are very high. Do you want to …"
He caressed his arm, which was still aching, and stared hatefully in that direction.
"People from the martial world?" The purple-cloaked captain was stunned. He then laughed maniacally. "So what if they are people from the martial world? They still don't dare to make a sound. Do they dare to interfere? I'll kill them all the same! Just you watch, I'll play with this woman in front of those people's door. I guarantee that they won't dare to make a sound! "
He laughed maniacally, grabbed the woman's hair, and dragged her to Meng Fuyao's door. He raised his hand, and with a tearing sound, the woman was ripped to shreds.
"Ah …"
= = = =
By the time the woman crawled into the backyard, Meng Fuyao had already entered a meditative state.
In order to better replenish Zhangsun Wuji's lost True Qi, she did not hesitate to return it. However, such an action was as dangerous as walking on a tightrope. The slightest alarm would cause all her previous efforts to go to waste, and even harm the two of them.
Tie Cheng's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
He stood guard in the room, listening to the cries and screams in the courtyard. It was as if he was suffering the most brutal torture in the world. Countless times, he anxiously leaned on the window and tiptoed to look, punching his fists and spinning his palms. Time and time again, he looked at Meng Fuyao, hoping that she would wake up soon so that he could escape and save her. He also heard the woman's mournful cries for the magistrate, hoping that he would stand up for her. In the end, her pleas were fruitless, and his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
The entire room was filled with the sound of his breathing — rapid, chaotic, and uncontrollable.
Countless times, he wanted to stand up and shoot out of the window, but countless times, he paused in mid-air and fell to the ground dejectedly.
He was not alone. There were people behind him who needed his protection. His greatest wish in life was to follow and protect her, even if she did not need him most of the time.
But this time, she truly said, "You have a great responsibility."
Her words weighed a thousand pounds, and he could no longer cross the wall of commitment.
'No, I can't.'
The curtain of rain was like a wall, a transparent giant wall that God's Hand smashed down viciously. That wall was so cold that it stretched across his eyes, and then blocked his heart. He opened his eyes that were already sore, and through the water splashing down like a flying spring under the eaves, he saw a few shadows striding over, stepping on the water, carrying something soft in their hands.
The soft object was dragged over and thrown into a puddle in the backyard. With a wave of his hand, the clothes and the cries were startled.
The world was white, but Tie Cheng's eyes were red.
It was as if the blood in his body was no longer his own, rushing out of his veins and whistling into the stormy night. He rushed into the night of slaughter, shamelessness, rape, and tyranny.
He lifted his leg and leaped into the air, charging forward with an indomitable will.
His body was suddenly pulled back. When he turned around and saw that it was Zhong Yi, he yelled angrily, "Let go of me!"
Zhong Yi looked at his bloodshot eyes that were filled with grief and indignation. After a moment of silence, he really let go. Tie Cheng hurriedly ran out, but he heard the cold voice of the person behind him, "Go, go quickly, and then draw the enemy over, and then kill your master."
Tie Cheng maintained the posture of one leg outside and one leg in, and froze without moving.
"I really don't know why she took you in as a guard." The voice of the person behind him was full of ridicule. There was no longer the cute and obedient voice that he had on the way, and it was as sharp as a knife. "A guard, the only thing he should do in his life is to protect his master, and not to always think about eradicating the strong and helping the weak. That is what chivalrous people do. I say, you should be a chivalrous person. You are not qualified to be a guard."
Tie Cheng froze there, his five fingers deeply inserted into the window lattice. The wooden thorns pierced his fingertips until they bled, but he really did not move. After a moment, he turned around extremely slowly. He turned with great difficulty and effort, to the point that Zhong Yi could actually hear the creaking sound of his bones twisting.
But he still turned around.
The moment he turned around, his eyes turned a deep red, as dark as blood.
Zhong Yi looked at him with a strange expression. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Endure … endure for this moment. Enduring for this moment is better than doing a thousand things for your master."
"Seal my acupoints …" Tie Cheng clenched his teeth and begged. "Seal my acupoints!"
"You trust me?" Zhong Yi laughed coldly. Tie Cheng stiffened, and with a low howl, he hugged his head and squatted down.
There was still a small white shadow squatting on the ground. Lord Ingot had already found a mouse hole and buried his head in his relative's house, disregarding the filth.
The room fell silent. Everyone was holding their breaths, and everyone's eyes shone in the darkness. The light was full of blood and pain, and wherever it pierced, there would be new wounds.
In that silence, the sound of the wind and rain and the miserable cries became more violent and clear, like a whip lashing at the blood of the men.
But for her, endure! Everyone was enduring!
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao, who was lying on the bed, moved slightly.
She had just circulated her inner force and was about to enter Zhangsun Wuji's meridians, but because it was too important, she did not dare to rush in. She wanted to first figure out the direction of Zhangsun Wuji's inner Qi, so she stopped for a moment.
It was at that moment that she heard the cries outside the window.
It was the sound of women struggling and moaning when they were subjected to violence, the sound of clothes being torn, and the sound of more than one man's lustful laughter. These sounds were mixed with the sound of the heavy rain and were very weak, but in her ears, it was as shocking as thunder!
Right outside her room, in front of the window, right under her eyes, there was a woman suffering the most tragic ravages in the world!
How! She could!
Fuyao's mind went blank, and her hand subconsciously loosened. Her first instinct was to jump up and rush out to kill!
But in that instant, Zhangsun Wuji's inner Qi, which was under her palm, was immediately stirred up by her restless breath. It surged like a raging wave, and in an instant, her inner breath was disrupted!
Fuyao froze.
She could not move … could not move … could not move!
Her inner force had already entered Zhangsun Wuji's meridians, and if she moved now, she would kill him!
But if she did not move now, the woman outside the window would be raped to death right under her eyes!
Fuyao started to tremble.
Right now, in front of her was the most difficult decision of her life.
If she let go of him, she would lose him; if she did not let go of him, she would lose her dignity and reason to be a human!
She had been courageous and courageous all her life, but in this foreign small town, on a stormy night, she had never experienced such difficulties in her life.
How could she let go of him and bury the person who had accompanied her through the storm and whose hearts were one?
How could she not let go of him? How could she not let go of the thing that all women in the world could not tolerate happening in front of her?
At that moment, Fuyao heard a long howl from the bottom of her heart like a wolf.
That howl was filled with blood, grinding away her heroic spirit. It was mixed with the color of blood and ruthlessly rubbing, and the steel wire in her heart could not bear it anymore and suddenly broke.
The Heavens were heartless, to this extent!
= = =
At that moment, the woman outside the window was miserably ravaged, and at that moment, everyone inside the window was deeply tormented.
It was already impossible to tell who was in more pain than the other.
Zhong Yi did not move. With his back to the window, he raised his head, his pale face growing paler.
Tie Cheng did not move. He held his head, his arms pressing against his neck bones until they creaked.
Fuyao … did not move.
She really sat upright, her hand on Zhangsun Wuji's back as steady as ever, not even her fingers trembling. Directing Qi, draining blood, guiding it, taking it in … not a bad step.
However, blood slowly seeped out of the corner of her lips. It was the blood from her own bite on her tongue and lips, as well as the blood that had long been uncontrollably surging in her internal organs.
The blood was first dripping, then becoming a string, and finally converging into a stream. The more it flowed, the faster it flowed. It fell from her chin, collar, lapel, and finally, a large patch of the bedding was soaked. Just like that, she sat cross-legged on the bedding that was half rainwater and half blood. Her eyes were burning, and the corner of her mouth was bleeding, but her expression and fingers were calm as she observed Zhangsun Wuji.
She only looked at Zhangsun Wuji.
She looked at his thin back, at his silky black hair, at his exquisite profile, and at his long eyelashes that hung down calmly.
This kind of him, this kind of face written in her memory that could never be erased, she could not be selfish and have him, but she was not willing to let him disappear forever.
She wanted him to live well, just like before he met her: noble, confident, free, and powerful, standing at the top of the world, overturning the winds and clouds, and changing the vicissitudes of life with a smile.
For these words that originally belonged to him, she did not hesitate to run like Kuafu chasing after the sun, snatching ahead of fate, wanting to piece together a complete and flawless version of him.
Even if the price to pay was her lifetime's worth of dignity.
Let this life of hers … be selfish for once, even if she had to bear the burden of eternal sin.
= = =
Some were laughing loudly, while others were crying silently.
In the rain, the strong and energetic men in purple cloaks took turns to taste the women under them, enjoying the "smooth, comfortable, and moist" ride in the rain that they had never experienced in their lives.
Their snow-white skin was covered with sticky juice, and they flopped on the ground like fish. Their screams had gradually weakened. On the ground where they were crawling and rolling, there was a faint red color that kept mixing with the rainwater and flowing in all directions.
The men laughed heartily and slapped each other. Their wanton mocking laughter resounded through the courtyard and into the silent room.
"… Didn't I say that I would play in front of them! I guarantee that they wouldn't dare to let out a fart! "
"What the hell? How dare they go against us?"
"Look … I feel so good … Come out and kowtow a few times, I'll share with you when I'm happy!"
"Just lick it clean for me!"
A burst of wanton laughter mixed with the shrill cry of the woman who seemed to be using all her strength,
"The heavens are blind! They don't protect the innocent! "
"Boom!"
An explosion of thunder reverberated in the courtyard, causing the house to shake. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark clouds were plated with layers of light, like fish scales pressing down on them.
The heavens were angry!
The huge thunder shocked the men in the courtyard into silence. Tie Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was shaken and knocked against the side of the bed. Both Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao swayed. Suddenly, a small box rolled out of Zhangsun Wuji's lapel.
The box opened, revealing the snow-white pill that Meng Fuyao had given him earlier.
The medicinal fragrance was clear and cold, forcing Meng Fuyao to open her eyes. Her gaze was like lightning as it swept past the pill.
'Increase my skills … increase my skills … If I can increase my skills, I'll be able to use it earlier and save this woman's life!'
She automatically ignored Zong Yue's repeated warnings that the medicine was overbearing, and that she had to rest for a month after taking it to slowly nurture her true Qi.
Meng Fuyao lifted her gaze and stared at Zhong Yi, indicating for him to feed her the pill.
Zhong Yi hesitated for a moment, and Meng Fuyao's gaze became even sharper. Zhong Yi's gaze swept past the blood that was still flowing from the corner of her mouth. Gritting his teeth, he quickly stepped forward and stuffed the pill into her mouth.
Worried, he placed his hand on the edge of the bed and carefully observed Meng Fuyao's expression. The moment the pill entered her mouth, Meng Fuyao's skin turned red, even her unmasked wrist. It was as if all the blood in her body had been aroused. Zhong Yi was shocked, but the redness soon faded and Meng Fuyao returned to normal.
The moment the pill entered her mouth, Meng Fuyao felt dizzy. It was as if a huge cannon had exploded in her chest, causing her flesh and consciousness to explode. The fragments flew up into the clouds, and all the blood in her body surged in an instant, ready to gush out. This was the critical moment to raise her skills. As long as she took advantage of the situation, she would be able to advance to the seventh level. However, Meng Fuyao immediately reversed the energy in her elixir field and sent the true Qi into Zhangsun Wuji's meridians. She felt a jolt under her palm. Zhangsun Wuji's tortoise-like true Qi finally awakened due to the sudden rush and began to slowly repair itself.
Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief and carefully retracted her hand. The moment her palm left Zhangsun Wuji's back, it was still very careful and stable. The moment it completely left his body, it immediately turned into a bolt of lightning!
A bolt of lightning that was burning with a blazing red flame!
The black bolt of lightning flashed in the room, so fast that it seemed as if it was only a faint afterimage. Then, it disappeared, leaving behind only a low shout, "Tie Cheng, leave the guards behind!"
The heavy rain had yet to stop.
"Boom!" It sounded like a second thunder. The men raised their heads and saw the windows of the opposite house suddenly shatter. A black figure rushed out like a bolt of lightning.
It was fiercer than thunder, more urgent than lightning, more ferocious than rain, and more intense than blood!
That person kicked in mid-air and flipped over half of the wall with a single kick! Amidst the rumbling sound of the collapse, she spun around and kicked the falling bricks into a sky full of stone shadows, fiercely smashing towards the group of purple cloaks.
"Get into formation!" With a loud shout, the well-trained purple cloaks reacted extremely quickly. They jumped up in unison, their bodies flashing, and in an instant, they opened up the formation. The falling bricks were all smashed towards the woman on the ground.
Meng Fuyao had already arrived.
Her body was close to the ground, and she flew over nimbly like a black sparrow hawk. She scooped the woman up with one hand and used her torn clothes to cover her body. Then, she placed the woman under a wisteria stand in the courtyard. She then turned around and somersaulted in the air, landing in front of a man in a purple cloak at the side of the formation.
That was the weakest link in the newly opened formation. This person had just vented his anger, so his clothes were the most disheveled, and he was still trying to pull up his pants.
Meng Fuyao did not play any fancy tricks. She directly used herself as a cannonball and crashed into the formation. She turned herself into a streak of black light, a flowing shadow, and a roaring boulder. The rainwater on the surrounding walls was scattered by her Gang Qi and True Power, and a one-meter radius around her became a vacuum. Not even a drop of water could splash!
She smashed down like a black boulder, locking onto the opponent who was unable to dodge. She saw despair and fear in his eyes.
It was a fear that made her feel happy, and made her feel as if she was about to burst out of grief and anger!
"Chi!"
The moment the body collided, the Heaven Piercing Sword hidden at the bottom of her elbow appeared and disappeared. When it appeared, it was jet-black. When it disappeared, it was blood red.
It shot out a wide streak of blood on the ground!
Meng Fuyao laughed maniacally. She raised her hand, and with a streak of black light, the bloody head flew out and smashed into the comrade beside him!
The man saw the head of his comrade, who had been standing beside him a moment ago, suddenly flying towards him. The head was still filled with the despair and fear of the last moment of his life. It grew clearer and clearer in his field of vision. Blood spurted out, blurring his vision.
Then, he felt a chill on his neck.
Then, he saw his own head flying out, spinning in a strange way in the dark and stormy night sky. As it spun, the panoramic view changed 360 degrees. He saw the houses on all sides, saw the motionless and hidden figures on the houses, saw the corpses all over the courtyard, and his brothers who were still rummaging through chests and cupboards in the outer courtyard. He saw his own body, standing in the rain, and then being kicked out by the terrible black hurricane.
"Bang!"
Chain Head Kick!
The head and corpse of the person who had just died were kicked out by Meng Fuyao once again, smashing into the next person.
The next person retreated! However, he was unable to escape from the head, which was filled with Meng Fuyao's True Energy. Before he could even draw his sword, the protruding eyes of the dead man's head were already right in front of his eyes. As the eyeballs rolled up, he felt a flash of white light in his head. Then, something exploded.
His head was smashed out, smashing into the next person!
Death's Head Domino Effect.
'Bang, bang, bang, bang!' Muffled sounds rang out continuously. The sound of the storm was like the growls of a ferocious beast, rolling in the courtyard. Her drenched, black silhouette could no longer be seen clearly. All that could be seen was the wind and her shadow weaving in and out of the crowd. The wind splashed red, white, and green in all directions, bringing with it broken limbs and bits of flesh. Accompanied by the continuous howls of pain, it washed away the bloody, never-ending rain in the middle of the night.
In the blink of an eye, nine people had been killed!
The ten who had committed the violence in the courtyard were the strongest and the most energetic in the team. After all, not every man was strong enough to have sex in the rain. The purple cloaks were the dynasty's most valiant and ferocious assassination machines. They had always been trained in the most ruthless and merciless way. This team was made up of the best of the best. Even if they had encountered Meng Fuyao, they should have been able to hold on for a while.
However, the peerless one did not hesitate to injure themselves with the Exploding Blood Strike.
Even the ten most outstanding people were unable to withstand Meng Fuyao's ruthless and thunderous rage.
Meng Fuyao advanced like a hurricane, stepping on the bodies of the nine people in an instant. She rushed to the last person's side. This was the leader of the operation, the one who had first thrown the bride of the Li family in front of Meng Fuyao's door.
He was also the smartest. The moment he saw the heads flying one after another through the curtain of rain, he immediately tried to retreat and turn around.
Just as he moved, a bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck right in front of his feet. A crack appeared on the courtyard's limestone floor, almost burning his toes.
He was so frightened that he pulled back his feet. Then, he heard the sound of wind behind him.
The sound of the wind arrived in a flash. In the bright white light that illuminated the heaven and earth, he saw a black ray of light rise and ruthlessly slap!
"Smack!"
A blood-curdling scream and a slight shattering sound rang out. Some ugly things rolled off the ground.
Meng Fuyao's sword slammed horizontally, shattering the root of his offspring!
The captain was in so much pain that he curled up into a ball on the ground and bounced unconsciously. This time, he was no longer a comfortable and slippery flying fish. This time, he was a dead fish struggling with its white belly up. He covered his lower body and slid desperately on the ground, trying to swim out of the slippery ground. He wanted to swim further away from the God of Massacre of the Ninth Heaven and swim to the area with life!
Outside the backyard, there were another 40 people scattered in the front yard, looking for valuables.
Further away, they had three teams of 50 people patrolling nearby. As long as he escaped from the backyard and alerted the brothers in the front yard, and then the other teams nearby, they would not have to die!
Not only would they not die, but they could also contact the team in Guanyuan County, report it to the team in Duanjing, and even the Eldest Princess! They would surround the Killing God and dismember him into a thousand pieces. The Purple Cloaks had a strong information network and an organizational structure that connected them layer by layer!
As long as he escaped from the backyard!
The team leader struggled with all his might, slowly crawling forward while dripping with blood. His posture was exactly the same as when the bride of the Li family had tried to escape. Meng Fuyao held her sword in her mouth, her hair disheveled and cold. She took over his previous role, sneering and crossing her arms as she followed behind him step by step.
The torrential rain poured down like a torrential downpour. The rain fell endlessly, as if it wanted to wash away all the blood and grief of this bloody night where the murderer was killed instead. However, it could no longer wash away the burning anger in the hot-blooded woman's heart.
The team leader crawled, followed by Meng Fuyao.
After three steps, she suddenly moved forward and raised her hand. In a flash, one of her arms turned pale and rolled away.
"Ah!"
Meng Fuyao's voice was clear and cold, like ice being scooped out of a deep well.
"This is to pay for the murder of the entire Li family!"
The team leader clutched his broken arm, his face yellow and lips trembling. Despite the pain, he desperately crawled away. Meng Fuyao took another step forward, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
One leg was neatly left on the bluestone floor.
"This is to pay for the humiliation of the bride of the Li family!"
The heart-wrenching scream no longer sounded like a human's voice, but more like the crackling sound of lightning crisscrossing in the middle of the night. The bloody thing on the ground no longer resembled a human, but more like a beast that had fallen into a trap full of sharp teeth after indulging in lust.
He was still cruising around, rolling on the ground in streams of thick blood. She took another step forward, and the black light from the Heaven Slaughtering Sword was like a waterfall, stabbing into his chest and abdomen. Without any hesitation, she cut open his throat with her murderous intent!
"This is to pay for being forced into depravity by you!"
Red and green splattered all over the ground. The hideous body twitched for a moment, but remained motionless.
Meng Fuyao lowered her sword, gasping for breath. After a while, she covered her eyes with her hands.
The rainwater and the fresh blood on her palms flowed down rapidly, like the tears in her heart that had been choked ever since she heard that voice and made that choice.
'I'm just as shameless as you …'
The thing on the ground suddenly moved again.
This life was actually so tenacious that it still had a breath left in it. It was still crawling with its remaining hand, desperately reaching for the door in front of it.
The door that separated the backyard and the front yard.
At that moment, the dying man was no longer conscious and had forgotten about the motionless Meng Fuyao behind him. The only thing he remembered in his bloody memories was the door that represented hope and vitality.
Just a hair's breadth away.
A silhouette suddenly rushed out from under the wisteria tree by the door, stumbling and tumbling as it pounced on him. It grabbed his arm and pulled it hard!
"Kacha!" The sound of bones breaking rang out. The weak woman, who had never killed a chicken in her entire life, used all the strength she could muster in her life, and finally heard this soul-stirring sound of bones breaking.
The squad leader could no longer scream. He twitched on the ground, and finally straightened up, completely motionless.
The bride of the Li family let go of her hand and sat on the doorstep, looking up at the sky and laughing.
Her legs were spread wide, and her body was covered in bruises and bright red. Her tattered clothes could not cover her body at all. Her snow-white skin was wet and mixed with all kinds of bruises from abuse. It was even more deformed than the thing on the ground.
However, her laughter was heart-wrenching, crazed, and heart-wrenching. That laughter ruthlessly suppressed the thunder and rain that filled the sky, broke through the dark layers of clouds that pressed down on the filthy world, and pierced through the endless grievances and silence of the dead family like a sharp spear.
Meng Fuyao trembled violently in the midst of that laughter, as if she was also being tortured by a thousand cuts.
She took a step forward and tried to pick up the woman. "Don't laugh … I beg you … don't …" she whispered.
Suddenly, the woman tilted her head and bit down hard on Fuyao's arm.
Her sharp little teeth pierced into Fuyao's arm like a sword. Very quickly, she bit through her clothes and into her skin. Wet and salty liquid seeped out and instantly dyed her white teeth red.
She did not let go. Her green eyes flashed with the delight of a wild beast.
Meng Fuyao did not move. "Bite me … if it makes you feel better …" she said softly.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, she loosened her grip, revealing a mouthful of blood-red teeth. She tilted her head and spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. She looked at Fuyao with disdain and said in a low and fierce voice, as if she was afraid that she did not have enough hatred for her.
"Dirty blood!"
Meng Fuyao felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She took a step back and leaned against the wisteria rack. A wisteria flower that had been battered by the rain fell and landed beside her pale cheek. It looked a little funny, but she was too numb to brush it away.
The bride of the Li family sat on the doorstep, wearing a ragged cloth. She pointed at Meng Fuyao in the heavy rain.
"You're good at martial arts, but you're hiding like a turtle and watching the Li family suffer!"
"Take a seat in the main hall. My husband's wine is for nothing!"
Meng Fuyao leaned against the flower rack and stared at her. At that moment, the wind and rain that filled the world turned into smoke and dissipated. Heaven and earth shrunk into a small area under the wisteria rack. The only sound that could be heard was the bride of the Li family's curses. The curses bounced off the rain and sprayed towards her without direction. She was powerless, speechless, and unable to dodge. She let the knives drip blood and the arrows pierce through her body.
Meng Fuyao slowly bent down and covered herself as if in pain, but she did not know where to cover. Her body was still intact, but her consciousness and dignity had long been riddled with holes. Each hole was as deep as an abyss, piercing through the blood-colored, whistling icy wind.
She had made mistakes, lost, and failed in her life, but she had never felt guilty. However, at that moment, the bride of the Li family's words were as sharp as knives. She could only let herself be trampled on.
It was such a desolate realization.
So … she was no different from them. In the face of so-called justice, selfishness could not withstand a single blow. She had never been more noble than anyone. She was just as selfish, despicable, shameless, and cowardly!
Because heaven and earth were heartless, she was just a dog among all living things!
She had been standing all her life, but now, she was kneeling in the dust.
From now on … how would she face herself in this moment?
The bride of the Li family was no longer laughing or cursing.
She was sitting, leaning against the wall, her neck slightly tilted back. It was an eternally frozen position.
She was dead.
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"Ah!!!"
A mournful cry shot up to the sky. Before it finished, the sky was filled with a wild, grayish-black shadow.
Meng Fuyao rushed out like a whirlwind. She did not even use the door between the front and back of the courtyard. She directly broke through the walls of the two courtyards and forcibly passed through.
She rushed out from the dust and smoke. She didn't use her True Qi to protect herself, so her head was covered in blood. The blood flowed down and blocked her vision. Her forehead throbbed with pain, but she didn't even bother to wipe it off.
Compared to the pain in her heart, this pain was far from enough!
Meng Fuyao ran madly through the courtyard in the rain, among the corpses on the ground.
She had overestimated herself.
She thought that she could face and bear the consequences of her choice. She thought that she could use her whole life to make up for her selfishness. However, when the bride of the Li family died in front of her after cursing, she finally broke down.
Heaven and earth collapsed, and the universe's dome crashed down, engulfing her.
She didn't know what she was going to do, nor did she know where she was going. She only felt that the air around her was as cold as snow, but her heart was filled with anger. The pain in her heart and the tyrannical drug interacted, stimulating the blood in her body to rush around wildly, trying to find an exit in all directions. The surging blood was like a snake that wrapped around her consciousness, twisting her so tightly that she had difficulty breathing and her mind was not clear.
She wanted to break free! Break free! Break free!
She screamed and ran madly!
The other 40 people in the front courtyard who were searching for the Li family's valuables heard the commotion.
The windows and doors of the room where the Li couple lived opened, and a few heads popped out. They looked outside, then looked at each other. "What's that sound? Is there a ghost screaming? "
Then, they saw a black figure step onto the long corridor like a ghost.
As soon as they saw the black silhouettes appear in the corridor, they all felt a black light sweep past them in the next moment. Something cold swept past their necks like lightning.
Heaven and Earth stopped forever at this moment. Blood spurted out from the chest, and the heads that flew up saw four heads fall neatly outside the door. Four headless corpses fell inside the door, and the corpses were still in a stunned posture.
Meng Fuyao stepped onto the eaves of the corridor and rushed past them with her knife.
Only one move!
One knife, four heads!
Four heads fell to the ground, but Meng Fuyao did not even look at them. She lifted her leg and floated into the next room. Only then did the sound of heads falling to the ground resound.
A man in a purple cloak, who was checking the color of the gold in front of the lamp, raised his head in shock. Before he could ask anything, he felt the lamp dim, then brighten again. When it lit up again, it was completely red.
It was his own blood.
He slowly lowered his head and realized that there was a big hole in the middle of his back. A pale, blood-stained hand was pulling out a black knife.
Then, he saw a black robe fluttering, and his nose caught a whiff of blood. The black figure was gone. ‘
He fell, and his last thought was … it wasn't a human.
Meng Fuyao did not want to be a human anymore. Being a human was too difficult and painful. She might as well become a demon!
Kill this shameless human nature, and pierce through the blind heavens!
She sprinted through the entire Li family's residence, slashing at anyone she saw. In the end, even the purple cloaked men rushed out to deal with her. One of them was extremely brave and dared to get close to her. Meng Fuyao's blade pierced right through the bridge of his nose.
His nose was tough, and the knife was stuck there for a moment. Attacks came from both her front and back, but Meng Fuyao did not pull it out. Instead, she swung the corpse and smashed it into his face!
Her ferocity frightened the onlookers, and some began to retreat in fear. The purple cloaks were unable to maintain their formation, and they died even faster.
In the process of killing, she saw two trembling black shadows behind a water jar. She pulled them out and realized that they were the county magistrate and the village official. She raised her hands to kill them, but the two of them cried out for mercy and tried to explain that they were too weak to save them even if they had the heart to truss a chicken.
In the end, Meng Fuyao retracted her knife. What right did she have to ask them to kill them? She was even more despicable than them!
She raised her hand to push them away, and continued to rush forward with her knife. Her blood was boiling, rushing to her throat as if it was about to spill. She vaguely knew that the side effects of the medicine were starting to spread, and she needed to stop and recuperate. However, she could not stop. She could only continue to rush forward and kill. Only then would she be able to turn the anger in her heart into surging blood and wash away the bone-piercing pain.
The knife rose … fell … in … out!
Fresh blood flowed out like a ribbon, and no one's blood was redder than the other!
The ferocious killing and lightning-fast running seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it was very short. She did not know when, but she vaguely knew that it was one of her own people. It was Tie Cheng, a secret guard.
The secret guard tried to stop her, but she raised her hand and slashed at him.
"Go protect your master, scram!"
Tie Cheng's eyes were bloodshot as he pulled her, but she slapped him.
"Why didn't you save him? Why didn't you? "
The crisp sound of the slap was so startled that even Lightning dodged. Behind her, the man's blood-sobbing wails could be heard.
Don't Cry's slap was not light. He was crying for the helpless choice in life, crying for his master's bleeding wound at this moment!
Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, was still scurrying around. She seemed to have killed all the people, but she was still searching through the corpses. Her black silhouette was jumping around restlessly and hysterically.
She could vaguely hear someone shouting, "Stop her, stop her!"
"Make her cry! Or else she'll go crazy! "
Her voice was already sobbing. "I can't stop her …"
'Crazy, crazy, crazy. The world is so cold, and living is just suffering. Why don't we go crazy together?'
Suddenly, a faint shadow flitted past her eyes.
She did not seem to see it, and went straight for it like a fireball. She hit it so hard that she wanted to kill someone. 'I don't care if it's a mountain, a rock, a human, or a ghost. If you dare to stop me, I'll kill you!'
The shadow did not give way.
"Bang!"
She bumped into a warm embrace.
The world was so cold, but this embrace was as warm as ever.
She froze, and her whole body trembled. At this moment, her whole body was frozen, and her internal organs were burning. The only thing that was missing was this peaceful, vast, and omnipresent calm and warmth. It was a different kind of warmth. In an instant, it trapped her raging hot blood, and in exchange, she was saved at the most critical moment before she was about to die from Qi deviation.
She felt the person above her tremble, as if he was coughing. Then, a moist heat fell on top of her head. She sobered up a little and raised her hand to touch it, but the person immediately stopped her and hugged her even tighter.
He hugged her tightly, and in the pouring rain, he whispered in her ear, "Fuyao, fuyao, fuyao …"
He called her name again and again, reminding her of her self-deprecation.
He said, "How am I supposed to live like this?"
He said, "I'm the sinner, not you. If nothing had happened to me, this wouldn't have happened. If the secret guards hadn't been sent out to kill the purple cloaks, this wouldn't have happened either."
He said, "Fuyao, we're both at fault. But remember, I'll be with you at any time. Don't be alone."
He said, "If you don't live, everyone here will die, and I'll be the first."
He said, "Cry. There's nothing you can't face. There's no reason you can't cry."
He lifted her blood-stained and rain-stained face, and their foreheads touched. She stared at his bloodshot eyes, which were covered in thick, long eyelashes. The pain and heartache there drowned her in an instant. His lips landed gently on her, and he kissed her deeply and persistently. He kissed away the blood that had flowed out of her seven orifices, mixed with the rainwater. His lips and teeth lingered, and his expression was pained. It was as if he wanted to use all his warmth to soothe the wounds that were difficult to heal.
Then, she saw a crystal flash, and a salty liquid that was different from the cold rain fell on her cheek.
"Ding!"
At this moment, it was as if she could hear the sound of his tears breaking through the ice. His tears on her cheeks finally broke through the black ice in her heart that had frozen silently ever since she was scolded. It was like an inextinguishable spark that burned thousands of miles of the ice field. Bit by bit, it melted the clotted blood and suppressed the surging waves.
She let out a long breath of resentment.
Suddenly, she went limp.
Limp in Zhangsun Wuji's arms.
She buried herself in his arms, crying her heart out without a care. It was as if a dam had been breached, or a river that had released its flood. Large amounts of accumulated tears, along with the intense pain in her heart, gushed out like a well. Those gushing tears seemed to have used up all the tears in her life. They quickly soaked through Zhangsun Wuji's clothes and onto his heart.
Zhangsun Wuji hugged her motionlessly, and they both sat in the middle of the blood-soaked and muddy courtyard. The heavy rain poured down without any reason. Zhangsun Wuji lifted his face, which was covered in rainwater, and tightened his arms around the gradually warming body of the woman in his arms. His expression seemed to be slightly grateful.
Fortunately … it was not too late.
He believed that time could make up for all the deep wounds.
The sky was dark.
Under the vast sky, in the heavy rain, and among the corpses on the ground, the drenched man and woman embraced each other silently. She cried out her grief and pain, and he ached for her pain. They were both grateful that she had not lost him.
She was in his arms, her eyes blurred with tears. She cried until she spat out dark red blood. He let out a relaxed smile, but his face became paler and paler.
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