nyslfriends Chapter 37 The evil of cannibalism should be quelled with a knife!
Chapter 37 The evil of cannibalism should be quelled with a knife!
Liu Ying covered her neck with both hands, blood gushing from between her fingers, and seemed to finally understand what fear was, wanting to cry out.
However, his obese body swayed for a moment before he fell backward, his eyes still filled with disbelief, terror, and lingering greed.
Jiang Qi didn't even glance at the man. He gripped the hilt of his knife loosely, stepped over the blood and corpses, and walked deeper into the courtyard.
The evil of cannibalism should be dealt with with a knife!
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There is a small building in the deep courtyard.
The small building was luxuriously decorated, with incense wafting through the air, masking the sweet, fishy smell in the air.
On a large sandalwood table in the center, several severed limbs were laid out in a blaze of light.
On the table, a head was placed upright, its eyes wide open, filled with fear and resentment.
Although his face was distorted, his features were still recognizable. It was Feng Heng, who had cultivated his third Qi and Blood at the martial arts school during the day!
Beside the table, a strangely handsome young man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe was lounging in a grand chair, his fingertips tapping the armrest idly.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a composed demeanor and sharp, eagle-like eyes, clearly a master.
At the feet of the two men, Chen Feng was kneeling, his face pale, his forehead pressed against the ground.
On his forehead was Feng Heng's palm.
"Brother Chen," the strange young man said with a playful smile, "What's wrong? Not to your liking? This is freshly picked, eat it while it's hot to replenish your energy and blood."
Chen Feng trembled slightly, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.
"Oh, I remember now."
The strange young man slapped his forehead as if in a daze, reached out and picked up Feng Heng's head from the table, grabbing his hair and gently rotating it as if playing with a work of art, his tone mocking:
"Brother Chen is now a mid-stage Blood Essence Realm expert, and moreover... a dignified Demon Suppression Guard of the Demon Suppression Division. Your standards have risen, and you look down on this meager fare, haven't you?"
Upon hearing the words "Demon Suppressor Guard," a glint of light flashed in Chen Feng's lowered eyes.
next moment.
Chen Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up!
His movements were like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, his hand flashing with cold light, and with lightning speed, he pressed it against the strange young man's throat.
"Young Master Yan is right!" Chen Feng, having landed a successful blow, felt somewhat relieved and shouted sternly, "As a member of the Demon Suppression Guard, it is my duty to apprehend demons and eliminate evil spirits! You have used evil magic to bewitch martial artists, forcing them to eat people to practice your skills—a crime deserving of death!"
The cold blade pressed against the skin, causing tiny beads of blood to seep out.
The strange young man remained unfazed, not even raising an eyebrow, and simply uttered a soft "Oh," as if he himself were not the one being held hostage.
"Lord Chen, are you trying to kick me while I'm down? You used me to help you break through to the mid-stage, and now that you've just become a Demon Suppressor, you want to use me to curry favor and get rewards? What a cunning scheme."
"Enough nonsense!" Chen Feng tightened his grip, the dagger digging deeper into flesh. "Make him back off! Otherwise, I don't mind taking a corpse back with me!"
"There's no room for negotiation?" The strange young man sighed, seemingly regretful. "What does Lord Chen want? Money? Beautiful women? Or cultivation techniques? I can give you anything."
"Hmph!" Chen Feng sneered. "Does Young Master Yan think these petty gains can compare to the righteous future of the Demon Suppression Division?"
"Hehe, so you mean Lord Chen wants power?" The strange young man nodded, his tone still relaxed. "I really didn't expect Lord Chen to be such an ambitious person... I admire you, I admire you."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Chen Feng said, pressing the dagger harder against the wall. "Tell your men to leave the building immediately! Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Yan Beifeng suddenly interrupted him, the smile on his lips turning strange.
Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine.
The next instant, he felt a chill in his chest, and an indescribable, excruciating pain suddenly exploded within him.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream erupted from Chen Feng's own throat!
He looked down in disbelief—
The dagger that had been pressed against Yan Beifeng's throat had somehow pierced his chest.
Fresh blood was gushing out from the blood groove.
The one holding the hilt of the dagger was none other than the eerie young man.
The other party used some strange technique to not only easily break free from his grip, but also snatched the knife and stabbed back in an instant.
Yan Beifeng gripped the hilt of the knife, a cruel smile on his face, and twisted his wrist sharply!
puff!
The dagger churned inside Chen Feng's chest.
Chen Feng screamed again, spitting out blood. He was pulled backward by the force like a broken sack, and then collapsed weakly to the ground. His chest was a bloody mess, and his internal organs were faintly visible.
"Brother Chen, oh Brother Chen," Yan Beifeng slowly stood up, walked to the table, rubbed his hands with salt, his tone both mocking and pitying.
"Why didn't you just stay with me quietly, enjoy the good life, and improve your strength? Why did you have to have such big ambitions... Now look what's happened, your appetite was too big, and your stomach has burst!"
He walked over to the dying Chen Feng, squatted down, and extended his long fingers, directly probing into the open wound on Chen Feng's chest, slowly stirring it.
"Don't be afraid, your stomach is just ripped open, your internal organs are all fine." Yan Beifeng's voice was terrifyingly gentle, his eyes flashing with cruelty. "You won't die anytime soon, unless... you slowly bleed out. Feel it, this is the price for betraying me."
"Ah!!" Chen Feng was in excruciating pain, and his consciousness quickly faded.
The eerie young man withdrew his hand, his fingertips stained with blood, and licked them with a look of ecstasy on his face.
Just then, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked towards the window with his eerie eyes. His smile remained unchanged, but his voice suddenly turned cold:
"Hey friend outside the window, you've been watching for so long, aren't you going to come out and say hello?"
The words had barely left his mouth!
The middle-aged guard who had been standing solemnly beside him like a statue suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes.
Without any warning, he drew his long sword from his waist, unleashing a fierce slash with the immense power of six streams of blood and qi, and hurtled towards the window.
Bang-!
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the windowpanes shattered!
Moonlight, along with the indoor light, streamed into the broken window.
Outside the window, Jiang Qi stood with his sword drawn, pointing diagonally at the ground. His eyes were calm as an ancient well, with only the moonlight reflecting off the blade.
He Zheng's pupils contracted slightly.
His full-force strike was powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, but his opponent easily dodged it, only managing to break the window.
What alarmed him even more was that the seemingly casual parry from his opponent had actually made his arm go numb and his hand throb with pain.
This person is no ordinary individual!
The eerie young man slowly walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and leisurely sized up the uninvited guest under the moonlight. His eerie smile returned to his face: "Protector He, it seems you've met your match."
He Zheng snorted coldly, showing no panic despite his surprise. As the first protector of the Blood Blade Hall, he naturally possessed pride and confidence.
Without further ado, he roared, his blood and qi erupted, and six streams of blood and qi flowed into his longsword. The blade hummed and transformed into a continuous curtain of blades, sweeping towards Jiang Qi once again.
A fighting spirit surged in Jiang Qi's eyes.
The opportunity to test the knife has arrived!
He exerted force with his feet, causing the bluestone slabs to crack, and his figure shot out like an arrow.
The long sword in his hand slashed upwards at an angle.
The seventh move of the Wind-Breaking Blade: The Returning Breeze Sweeps the Willows!
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle.
clang!