The east wind blew, and the war drums beat. The heroes of the 18 Southern Rong tribes were about to attack.
The Southern and Northern Rong tribes, who had long been under the rule of the Limitless Nation and worshipped the human-headed, bird-bodied Ge Ri Shen, seemed to have been provoked. After 12 years of peace, they joined hands in a rebellion. The valiant warriors of the two tribes surged out of the valleys and strongholds, quickly occupying the neighboring Ping City and Huang County. They even threatened to invade Zhongzhou and had Zhangsun Wuji welcome them out of Changanmen Square. The Rong King sent Guo Pingrong's vanguard to be stationed in Jing City, while his main camp was entrenched in the Sui River, 30 miles away from Jing City. The two armies coordinated with each other, forming a triangle that surrounded Ping City and Huang County.
Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue left the army and went to Yao City, which was the closest city to Ping City. It was said that the outskirts of Yao City bordered the Rong tribe's lush forest, where the rarest types of herbs and beasts grew. As a physician, Zong Yue naturally would not miss this opportunity. Meng Fuyao also hoped that he would suddenly have a stroke of luck and help her research the antidote.
Yao City was the closest city to the Rong tribe, and there were both Rong and Han living in the city. In order to appease them, the imperial court had set up two managers in Yao City, one chief and one deputy. The chief was known as the county magistrate in the official list of the imperial court's Ministry of Revenue, but according to the local customs of the Rong people, he was known as the city lord. He was in charge of household registration, collecting taxes, equalizing labor, repairing irrigation works, and persuading agriculture. He was a Han in charge of administration, civil affairs, and finance. The deputy county magistrate was in charge of warehouses, prisons, and official documents. He was a Han from the Central Province. It seemed like the Rong people were the highest administrative officials and had great power. However, they also separated the county's army and set up a Protector-General with three thousand troops stationed in Baiting Village, which was twenty li away from Yao City. They were not under the jurisdiction of the officials in Yao City. The imperial court of Limitless Nation could be said to have used both kindness and might to deal with the valiant and difficult to control Rong people tribes.
Before coming, Meng Fuyao had already sketched out a picture of Yao City from the local guide who was in charge of guiding Doctor Zong to Yao City. It was beautiful, peaceful, a place where the Rong people and Han people lived together, and the ground was filled with colorful flowers.
However, when she entered Yao City, she sucked in a breath of cold air.
The streets and alleys were in ruins. Houses that had been burned by smoke and fire could be seen everywhere. Flowers that had been trampled on could be seen lying low in the mud. There were people of the Rong people who still had half their chests bare in the winter and wore colorful pants. Their bright scimitars were tied to their waists and swayed as they charged forward. Their eyes were filled with killing intent as they looked around, as if they would immediately pull out their scimitars and chop a stone in their way.
On the other hand, most of the locals had cowering expressions on their faces and averted their gazes. They even avoided these Rong people who looked like they wanted to cause trouble.
The air was filled with ruthlessness, killing intent, provocation, and a restless tension like a barrel of gunpowder that was about to explode. Everyone who entered the city unconsciously sensed danger.
As soon as Meng Fuyao and the other 'aliens' entered the city, they immediately felt hostile gazes from all directions. Even the inns and restaurants were not open to foreigners. Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue could have used King De's token to directly stay in the county government office, but they felt that it was too restrictive and wanted to find a place to stay. Unexpectedly, no one dared to lend them a place to stay. It was only when it was very late that an old man took them in.
That night, they had a simple but clean meal at the old man's house. The old man's son was very slow, while his wife was pregnant and about to give birth. Under the light of a small oil lamp, the old man kept putting food into their bowl, his face full of smiles like a chrysanthemum. "There's nothing good in a small town in the mountains. Eat, eat."
Meng Fuyao sat in front of a small table full of cracks and black mud, holding a bowl in a daze. It had been 17 years. She had never sat at a table with anyone to enjoy a family-like dinner. She had never enjoyed the dim but warm lights of the small house. No one had put food into her bowl, and no one had accompanied her to eat even a simple meal in a house that felt like home.
The old Taoist had only forced her to practice and practice. She had been his disciple for 10 years, and every meal had been a few bites of random food while she practiced. Some of the warm memories of home from her previous life had long been as distant as the clouds in the sky, disappearing with a gust of wind.
For a moment, she was in a trance. It was as if the old man's hands had turned into a pair of thin, vein-popping hands of a patient — the hands of her mother. However, the illusion disappeared in an instant. She was still sitting under the light of a room in a strange city, watching the reunion of other people's families.
Meng Fuyao sat there, staring at the bowl of food. Suddenly, she felt like crying.
She quickly lowered her head to eat, but a tear suddenly fell on the vegetables. She picked it up without hesitation, ready to swallow the taste of her own tears.
Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks appeared out of nowhere and took away the vegetables.
Young Master Zong, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, had used his own chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of vegetables and stood by the window to eat symbolically. For some reason, he suddenly walked over, as if he did not mind that the vegetables had touched her chopsticks. He leisurely picked up the vegetables and said, "There are worms."
Meng Fuyao was speechless. Her face darkened when she saw that he was not used to his posture. He picked up some food with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl.
"You're too fat. You'll lose weight if you eat this."
Meng Fuyao stared at the vegetables with a strange expression on her face. After a while, she burst out laughing.
"Can you not be so venomous? You can spoil my good intentions. "
There were still some tears in her eyes, which swayed and swayed. Her black pearl-like pupils shone even more brightly, reflecting the lights in the room and the frost outside.
Zong Yue's chopsticks froze in mid-air. He then looked away and looked at the moon outside the window.
There was a slight disturbance in his eyes. His profile looked a little lonely, like a bamboo that had been polished by the autumn wind, firm and desolate.
Meng Fuyao looked at the mysterious young Doctor Saint, lost in thought. Although he enjoyed the respect and honor of every country because of his important status, he must still be lonely.
Because he was lonely, he understood her loneliness.
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and picked up some chives with her chopsticks. She even mischievously mixed the chives into his rice. "This is good, Aphrodisiac Grass," she said with a mischievous smile.
…
A man is invincible in darkness.
Zong Yue, the venomous man, had no choice but to concede defeat to the shameless Meng Fuyao. He pretended not to hear anything and lowered his head to eat. He did not even care about his dirty bowl.
Meng Fuyao only cared about eating and did not notice Zong Yue eating. She smiled faintly.
After staying for a few days, Meng Fuyao had become familiar with the family. She had also fallen in love with the peaceful life of bringing Little Knife and Zong Yue out to gather herbs during the day and returning to eat at night to experience the family atmosphere. Life in the Southern Border was quite interesting.
However, Meng Fuyao's life was not so good. She could not enjoy the peaceful days for long. One day, she passed by a street and heard a commotion. She peeked out and saw that a few households had hung colorful cloths on their doors. They were packing their belongings and locking their doors, looking like they were about to escape.
Meng Fuyao looked at them in shock. "What's wrong? It's so colorful that it looks like a colony. "She then pointed at the colorful cloths hanging on the houses." What's this? A national flag? "
"Don't joke around, young man," a passerby said in a low voice. "This is the symbol of the Rong people seeking revenge. If there's a feud with a family that needs to be settled, they will hang this cloth to warn unrelated people not to visit the family, lest they get hurt."
"So arrogant?" Meng Fuyao narrowed her eyes. "Didn't they say that the Rong and Han people have been living in harmony all these years? Why are they seeking revenge with colorful cloths now? "
"Living in harmony depends on the situation," Yao Xun suddenly said. "The Rong people are naturally aggressive and proud. They pursue freedom and hegemony all their lives. If they meet someone stronger than them, they will submit, but they won't be loyal forever. As long as there's a chance, they will rebel and fight. In the history of the Wuji Nation, they have rebelled 13 times and were almost exterminated seven times. Yet, they never changed their innate unruliness. Thus, just like the Nanqiang tribe that has already been divided into the Shangyuan Nation, they are known as the 'Moving Chariots' by the Wuji Nation."
He pointed at the colorful cloths and said, "For many years, the Rong and Han people have lived together in harmony. But for a tribe as arrogant as the Rong, even a small matter can become a reason for bloodshed. As a large tribe, the Han people have an innate sense of superiority. Sometimes, they can't help but act inappropriately. These Rong people bear grudges, but because of the imperial court's restrictions, they don't care. Now that the Eighteen Tribes have joined forces to rebel, they think that the time for revenge has come."
Meng Fuyao shook her head and scolded, "Arrogant and unruliness? They're just bullying the weak and fearing the strong." She didn't mind and continued up the mountain with Zong Yue. They descended the mountain in the evening and were still some distance away from the old man's house when Zong Yue, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.
In the distance, the sound of crying came from the old man's house. It was sharp and mournful, followed by the sound of things being turned upside down, the dull sound of bodies crashing into tables and chairs, the sound of wild laughter and cursing, the screams of women, and the cries of children. It was extremely noisy. The neighbors around listened attentively, and they all showed expressions of sympathy and anger. However, after the anger subsided, they all hurriedly closed their doors.
The Rong people on the street were laughing maniacally. Someone grabbed a wine jug from a wine shop and gulped it down. Halfway through, he smashed the jug on the roof of the shop and laughed. "Burn! Burn! "
More people seemed to have been woken up by the sound. They rolled up their sleeves and gathered around, excitedly dancing and cheering.
"Burn! Burn! "
Meng Fuyao stood in the middle of the street and narrowed her eyes. She saw a colorful cloth suddenly appear on the old man's house.
The old man's family was so honest. How could they have offended the Rong people? Meng Fuyao grabbed a neighbor who was quietly pouring water on the street. "What's going on?"
"That rascal of his was bumped into by a Rong person in the market three years ago. He scolded him and called him a 'glutton'! Now he's here for revenge. " After the neighbor finished speaking, he quickly broke free from her and ran away, leaving Meng Fuyao to curse. "F * ck, is that a reason to burn down the house for revenge?"
"Looks like the Rong people in the city can't hold back and want to cause trouble." Zong Yue walked over and stood beside her. "You haven't fully recovered, so don't interfere. If his house is burned down, we'll just help him find another place to stay. The Rong people in the city have a lot of power, and we've been looking for a reason to provoke them. Don't cause trouble."
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and clenched her fists, barely suppressing her urge to make a move. Conflicts between races had always been a problem that had been difficult to solve for generations. She was well-read in history, so how could she not know that personal feelings could not be played with when it came to the general trend of war? It was fine to save someone on impulse, but if she angered the Rong people in the city and made a big deal out of it, more people would die.
She tightened her grip on Little Knife and took a step back. The child kept turning back to look at her. His lips were tightly pursed, and there was a fanatical excitement in his eyes. Meng Fuyao lowered her head to look at his eyes and frowned. "Little Knife?"
Little Knife turned around, her eyes bright and bewitching. "He deserves to be killed," she said clearly.
Meng Fuyao was stunned and stopped in her tracks. "Who deserves to be killed?" she asked in disbelief.
Little Knife pointed at the old man's house. "Kill them all."
She spoke each word clearly and with a murderous aura that did not belong to her age. It sounded like a steel nail being hammered into a dark coffin, bloody and hard.
Yao Xun hissed. "What kind of doll is this …"
Zong Yue suddenly glanced at Little Knife with a thoughtful expression. "Is that so?" he asked.
His lips curled into a cold smile as he reached out to pat Little Knife's shoulder.
The child looked at him in confusion. He looked clean and bright, and his expression was calm and gentle as he reached out his hand.
Suddenly, the slender hand was stopped by another pair of hands. Meng Fuyao raised her hand, raised her eyebrows, and stared straight at Zong Yue.
"It's just a slip of the tongue. It doesn't warrant death."
"Words are the voice of the heart." Zong Yue did not give in. "This child is too dangerous."
His words were simple, but there was a hidden meaning in his eyes. Meng Fuyao looked up and felt her heart clench. She could clearly read the words' staying by your side is too dangerous' in his eyes.
Meng Fuyao was touched for a second that this sharp-tongued man still cared about her. She did not give in and only looked up at him stubbornly.
Fuyao's snow-white sleeves sank down bit by bit. Her hand stopped in mid-air, sweat beading on her forehead, but she did not move. "At the very least, she doesn't have the strength to truss a chicken right now. She's still a child. I can't do it."
"You just need to let me do it." Zong Yue looked at her, his expression both cold and hot. "You're strong, intelligent, and decisive. Your only flaw is that you're too kind. Just like that time, if it weren't for the fact that Qiaoling was trapped in the Guo residence because of you, you wouldn't have risked your life to save her even though you knew it was a trap. How are you going to survive in the Five Continents, where the strong prey on the weak? "
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while. "There are things that I can't do, but there are things that I must do. Because of this, I have no regrets even if I die."
The long street was silent, and the young girl stood ramrod straight. The wind brushed past her hair, and the sound of her words traveled even further. Those words were hot-blooded, stubborn, and firm. They were like sharp awls that broke through the cold barriers of the secular world and pierced through the bright sky.
Zong Yue's snow-white sleeves seemed to tremble slightly. He stared at Meng Fuyao in a daze, his eyes like colored glaze. After a while, he smiled and retracted his hand. "I hope that one day, you won't regret it."
Meng Fuyao put down her hand and combed her hair. She turned back to look at Little Knife, who had been silently watching their confrontation. She smiled. "I believe that humans are good by nature. I believe that even if they walk a crooked path due to the manipulation of fate, they will eventually have a chance to return to the light. If we don't give them any chance and only use killing as a solution, we will be the ones to become demons in the end."
She patted Zong Yue boldly and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who can't bear to kill. Those who deserve to be killed, I won't let a single one go."
"I won't let a single one go!"
As if in response to her words, a loud noise came from behind them. A group of men were shouting, accompanied by the mournful cries of women.
"Don't touch my child!"
With a loud crash, a door flew behind them and landed heavily in the middle of the street, stirring up dust and almost hitting Little Knife. Meng Fuyao reached out and pulled her to safety. When she turned around, she saw that half of the door was hanging crookedly in the doorway, like a black hole with missing teeth. An old man's wife crawled out of the doorway, her clothes stained with blood. She moved her body with difficulty, trying to climb over the threshold again and again, only to fall over each time due to lack of strength. A group of Rong people followed closely behind her, watching with their arms crossed.
One of them, who was at least 12 feet tall, pursed his lips tightly and held a curved knife that was dripping with blood, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Step by step, he followed behind the wriggling woman on the ground, the curved knife in his hand flicking lightly with every step he took, tearing the woman's clothes with a ripping sound.
Pieces of clothes fluttered in the air like butterflies. As the woman struggled to move forward, more and more of her clothes were torn, revealing more and more of her skin. The sparkling snow-white color contrasted with the scattered clothes and blood on the ground. The vivid contrast was like a primordial pulse, igniting the wild eyes of the beast-like men like a torch.
The old man's wife's abdomen was swollen, and the child was almost full term. She protected her belly with all her might and crawled on the ground with difficulty. Afraid of hurting the child, she didn't dare to crawl face down, so she could only look up at the sky and drag her body with difficulty, inch by inch.
The Rong people followed at a steady pace, each step cutting a piece of torn clothes.
In just a short while, the woman's clothes had been torn to shreds, revealing the faint blue veins on her abdomen from the late stages of pregnancy.
The Rong man suddenly laughed loudly. "Hu Bendao, just watch, your wife and your little brat are about to be picked by me, the fool who accidentally bumped into your wife!"
The Rong people laughed contemptuously and their knives flashed as they stabbed toward the woman's abdomen.
The surrounding people couldn't bear to see this and sighed as they turned their heads away.
The old man and his son, who were being held down by the other Rong people, let out heart-wrenching cries, "Huan 'er!" Their voices pierced through the clouds, echoing with grief and indignation in the silence.
The wind from the knife slashed down mercilessly, overflowing with killing intent. That thin belly was already unable to bear the burden and was about to split open under the knife's edge, resulting in the tragic end of one corpse and two lives.
Clang!
An extremely faint sound could be heard clearly in the stifling silence, and then a person clearly and sharply said,
"A dignified man bullying a pregnant woman in the streets. Is this the pride and nobility of the Rong people?"
The woman, who was already scared out of her wits, felt the wind from the knife suddenly stop, and then her face itched. When she opened her eyes, she saw that her hair had been cut by the wind, sweeping past her cheeks and slowly falling to the ground.
She looked up and saw a pair of pure white and strong fingers pinching the tip of the knife that was only a few centimeters away from her abdomen.
The entire street was silent. Everyone was staring at that pair of fingers. That pair of fingers had casually pinched the tip of Rong Ren's saber. That long saber forged from refined steel could not sink any further. Rong Ren forcefully slashed down with his saber, but the saber did not move at all. He looked up in shock and saw that across from him, a thin youth dressed in black clothes was looking at him coldly.
It was naturally Meng Fuyao.
There were things that one should not do and things that one must do. There were things that one must endure and things that one could not.
There were things that one shouldn't do, and things that one must do, and things that one couldn't. She wouldn't be Meng Fuyao if she allowed this ferocious Rong person to cut open that throbbing belly in front of everyone's eyes.
Meeting the Rong person's astonished and ferocious eyes, Meng Fuyao suddenly took a deep breath and cursed, "Get lost!"
With a crack, she ruthlessly broke the Rong person's knife and threw the broken tip away. A blood-curdling scream rang out, and a Rong person who had been sneaking up on her with a knife immediately fell to the ground, the broken knife sticking out of the back of his hand.
"Ge Ri Shen above! Where did this damned brat come from?! " The tall Rong person whose knife had been snatched roared and pounced on her with his bare hands, the wind from his fists fierce. He was actually a martial artist.
Unfortunately, a bunch of martial artists like him were useless against Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao sneered and took a step forward with her hands behind her back.
Just one step.
This step coincidentally landed on the handle of the knife that had fallen to the ground. The handle tilted up, and the knife spun as it flew out to meet the Rong person's huge fist. The Rong person hurriedly retracted his hand, the wind from his fist causing the air to surge. The knife's direction was also changed, and with a flip, it hit the Rong person's nose.
With a crash, the Rong person's nose bled, and his forehead was bruised. He staggered backward with a myriad of colors on his face.
Zong Yue, who had been standing silently by the side, saw that Meng Fuyao had taken care of the person without even lifting a finger. A trace of admiration flashed across his eyes. Not only was Meng Fuyao's martial arts extraordinary, but she also had a high level of comprehension. Although she was still not at the top, there would be a day when she would stand at the pinnacle of martial arts in the Five Continents Continent.
After defeating the Rong person, Meng Fuyao turned around to help the old man's wife up. She took her pulse, and knowing that the fetus was fine, she nodded in relief. "Your house can't stay here anymore. Every city in Limitless Nation has a Citizen's Guard Hall that takes in homeless and suffering people. You should seek shelter from the County Commandant."
The woman raised her frightened, tear-stained face and choked with sobs. "Thank you …"
The old man and his son scrambled over and helped his wife up with tears on their faces. They bowed gratefully to Meng Fuyao, secretly rejoicing that they had taken her in out of kindness and saved her life at the critical moment.
Meng Fuyao waved her hand and turned to look at Zong Yue. "You go first. I'll send them to the Citizen's Guard Hall."
Zong Yue's eyes revealed a strange expression, but he did not say anything. He just stood there without moving. Meng Fuyao glanced at him and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a gust of wind behind her. She shook her head without looking back and suddenly kicked backward. Her long leg drew a beautiful arc under the sunlight, and with a bang, it landed on the attacker's chest.
"Ah!"
The attacker's huge body was sent flying by the seemingly light kick and landed heavily on the ground. He let out an earth-shattering scream, and his body twisted a few times on the ground before he stopped moving.
After a while, scarlet blood flowed out from his body and gradually twisted into a pool. The thick smell of blood immediately rushed into everyone's noses.
"Murder!"
A cry of alarm froze Meng Fuyao, who had already walked away. She turned her head and saw the tall Rong man lying in a pool of blood. She quickly walked over and flipped him over. Half of a broken knife was stuck in his body. It was the same knife that she had crushed and stabbed into the back of another person's hand. That person had then pulled it out and thrown it on the ground. It looked like she had just kicked the guy on the broken knife and sent him to his death.
'No.'
Her heart skipped a beat as she scrutinized the blade. She remembered that she had stabbed it into the back of the Rong man's hand and that he had casually tossed it to the ground after pulling it out. Now, it was standing upright. Who had moved it?
She suddenly looked up and saw a figure hurriedly squeezing through the crowd.
She wanted to give chase, but more people rushed over. The Rong people who had come to seek revenge suddenly went berserk. They brandished their long knives and rushed over, shouting, "Murder! He killed Hanmu Tie! "
"Catch him! Catch him! "
Countless long knives reflected the sunlight and splashed over like snow-colored spring water. The water surged wildly and chaotically, trying to drown the thin youth in the middle of the crowd.
The cries spread even further, penetrating through the houses and streets.
The Han people around them panicked. Those at home quickly shut their doors and warned each other, "Don't go out, something big is going to happen!"
The people on the street who were close to Meng Fuyao quickly jumped away and said loudly, "I don't know him! I don't know him! "
Some people even rolled up their sleeves as they retreated and shouted at the angry Rong people. "Brothers of the Rong family, this kid has violated the dignity of Ge Ri Shen and killed the Rong brothers. We can't stand by and watch. Let's report this to the county magistrate …"
The street was noisy and chaotic, like a pot of boiling porridge.
Meng Fuyao threw the Rong man's corpse back to the ground and sneered, "Everyone is born! Everyone is born! "
Zong Yue stood behind her without batting an eyelid. "Now is not the time for you to be lamenting. What's important is to not escalate the situation further."
He said it casually, but Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed when she heard it.
In order to not escalate the situation and prevent the news of the Rong man's death from spreading, causing the entire city to riot and causing more deaths, the only thing she had to do was to kill all the Rong people present!
A storm was brewing, and a war was about to break out. Once the majority of the Rong people in the city rebelled, what awaited the people of Yao City would be a catastrophe!
Thinking of the consequences, Fuyao's expression changed. Her eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and she lifted her head abruptly.
The Rong man howled as he raised his saber, and when he saw the thin youth, his expression instantly became extremely terrifying. If it had been a sharp saber that had just been unsheathed, then the saber had now been stained with blood, and it had truly become a lethal weapon!
That gaze made them see determination … and death!
When the man in the lead met such a gaze, he felt his heart thump for no reason. He subconsciously let out a shout and retreated. He retreated so suddenly that the people behind him were still burying their heads in their charge. Suddenly, they collided with each other, causing a burst of dissatisfied curses.
Before they could finish, Meng Fuyao made her move.
She lifted her robe and shot out like a cannonball.
Her figure was so fast in midair that it formed a long, black line like a cannonball. Just as the black figure entered the eyes of the crowd, Meng Fuyao had already reached the center of the Rong people and unsheathed her sword without saying a word.
"Clang!"
The sword gleamed like a white rainbow under the faint sunlight, reaching the top of everyone's heads in the blink of an eye. It covered the sunlight and covered them like a splash of water!
Stab, poke, chop, chop!
She rose, elbowed, kicked, and kicked!
The time it took for the two bodies to come into contact was as short as a spark. Once they came into contact, they would separate. Once they separated, large blooms of blood bloomed. Just as the blooms of blood bloomed, the collision happened again, and the moment it happened, another beautiful bloom of blood bloomed.
Meng Fuyao charged into the crowd like a black hurricane, piercing through the fortress of swords and muscles. Wherever she passed, blood splattered everywhere. She drew her sword as quickly as she sheathed it, and harvested lives as easily as she harvested straws.
When it was time to kill, Meng Fuyao would not give herself time to hesitate.
It was a soundless massacre. Every time Meng Fuyao struck her opponent's acupoints, to prevent their screams from reaching the alleyway and attracting more people. The sound of her sword piercing flesh and pulling it out was oppressive but terrifying. Corpses fell silently one after another, a silent death that only added to the horror. After the thirteenth person had been harvested, everyone stopped in their tracks. Those who had pulled out their swords dragged them back, those who had fled stayed where they were, those who had rolled up their sleeves to help, shaking their legs. Their crotches were suspiciously wet, and those who had slammed the door shut moved their peeking eyes away from the crack. Their weak backs pressed against the door, only to realize that their backs were drenched in cold sweat.
Since her rebirth, Meng Fuyao had never killed so many people, nor had she killed like this. As a transmigrator, she did not clearly distinguish between the Rong and Han races, but she knew that a woman's kindness was not suitable in troubled times. Sometimes, killing to stop killing was the only way to turn the situation around. She was not afraid of spilling a small amount of blood to prevent Yao City, which was like a barrel of gunpowder, from exploding. She wanted to prevent the chaos and bloodshed in Yao City.
Seeing that there were still three Rong people who were about to escape, Meng Fuyao lifted her leg and swept over their heads like a dark cloud. She landed in front of them, snatched the sword from the person in front, and threw it backhanded.
The sword pierced through the three fleeing Rong people like a fried dough twist, nailing them to the ground. The last one was knocked off the blade by the huge force. He staggered a few steps forward and collapsed beside a ditch on the side of the street, blood staining half the ditch red.
It wasn't just half a ditch. The entire street was covered in blood, flowing in all directions across the bluestone pavement like countless giant snakes wriggling in the water.
The street was filled with people who were like clay statues, frozen in place, not knowing how to move. Meng Fuyao stood alone in a pool of blood, looking up at the sky and sighing.
After sighing, she wiped her hands on her clothes and lovingly sheathed the sword. She usually used three types of weapons: a small dagger hidden in her elbow or sleeve for sneak attacks or self-defense. A long whip tied to her waist for escape or when she did not want to kill. Only the sword she wore on her back. This was the second time in many years that she had used it to kill a large number of people.
The sword was called 'Heaven Stealer'. When the dead Taoist had passed it to her, he had said that there was a great secret hidden in the sword, but Meng Fuyao had never found out what that secret was. However, the sword was indeed a peerless product, as sharp as a first-rate assassin's eyes.
She looked up at the sky. The sunlight had already faded, and layers of fish-scale-like clouds had formed.
Behind her, Yao Xun and Zong Yue's subordinates, who had been blocking the entrance of the alley to distract passersby, heaved a sigh of relief. They wiped the cold sweat that had seeped out of them, and looked at Meng Fuyao in a different light. The old man's family had long been paralyzed on the ground, unable to speak.
Only Zong Yue, who had been standing behind Meng Fuyao and watching over her without interfering, was as calm as ever. He even smiled and said, "It's time for me to come in handy."
He stepped forward, took out a small bottle, and sprinkled it on each of the corpses. The wounds immediately widened, and a sizzling sound could be heard. The flesh and blood gradually melted, and the bones gradually softened. Finally, they turned into a pile of bone fragments that were blown away by the wind.
All traces of a person's existence in this world had been wiped out in the blink of an eye.
The old man rushed over and hurriedly pulled Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao. "Let's go, let's go! The Rong people often wander outside, and a group of people is coming!"
Meng Fuyao helped the old man's wife up and said, "This group of people has gone missing, and their companions will definitely come looking for you. Hurry up and leave with me."
She left in a hurry. Zong Yue had wanted to stay and see all the corpses melt before leaving, but he suddenly frowned and his face turned pale. He reached out to touch his chest, and his subordinates hurried over to carry him away.
When the perpetrators of the massacre had all left, the people in the alley finally snapped out of their shock. They looked at each other with pale faces and saw deep fear in each other's eyes, but their gazes were quickly averted. Everyone wiped off the blood splattered on their bodies and walked away in silence. They went home, bolted the door, and used a stone to cover it.
Although they instinctively avoided harm in the face of a life-threatening situation, they would still consciously protect the situation that Meng Fuyao had created. They were prepared to keep quiet and bury the events of the afternoon in their hearts until the crisis was over.
Was the crisis really over?
The dusky yellow sun set, and the dim moon rose.
That night, the moon seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, blurring everything. The streets, alleys, trees, and buildings were all shrouded in a gray, flowing fog.
The fresh blood that had previously floated in the ditch of the alley had already faded, and the surface of the water reflected a clear layer of light. Dark brown weeds grew beside the ditch, and the shape was a little strange.
The 'corpse' that had been pierced by Meng Fuyao's knife suddenly moved in the ditch.
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