Chapter 28: Murong Piaoxue

  Han Yu hugged the man's corpse and walked out with a girl by his side.

  A faint chill wind blows in, and although sunlight falls on me, it still conveys a hint of irrepressible coldness.

  Winter is approaching.

  Han Yu narrowed his eyes, and his footsteps paused for a moment. Just as he was about to take another step, a fierce killing intent suddenly shot out from behind him. Han Yu's face changed drastically, and in an instant, he knew who the owner of that killing intent was. Besides that blacklisted assassin, who else had such assassination skills?

  Can't help but say, the other party grasped the timing really well. Han Yu's footsteps had just landed, and he hadn't even steadied himself yet. Moreover, he was still holding a corpse in his arms, which was when he was most restricted.

  With a muffled hum, Han Yu tried his best to move his body to the side, but his neck still felt a chill.

  Han Yu's body didn't dare to stop for a moment, as if he was drunk and kept swaying left and right, until two more blood mouths appeared on his body, he finally found the opportunity to get rid of that deadly killing machine that was like a maggot attached to his bones, and turned his body around.

  Han Yu Lian didn't even have time to put down the corpse before he suddenly threw himself upwards, his right hand pressing against his waist.

  Tian Ce transformed into a cyan light, like a giant python, and met the deadly black light head-on. The sound of clashing metal rang out continuously, and in the blink of an eye, Han Yu's Tian Ce had clashed with the opponent's San Leng Jun Ci seven or eight times.

  At this time, the man's body had just fallen, Han Yu single-handedly caught him, stepped forward, and Tian Ce wrapped around his boundless anger and forest-cold killing intent, rolled back towards the owner of the three-pronged spear.

  Standing in front of Han Yu was a middle-aged man with a clear and handsome face, wearing a black robe like ink, wrapped in the dim sunlight, a pair of cold eyes burning with a faint red murderous intent, staring tightly at Han Yu!

  What was most striking, however, were his eyebrows, which were flecked with a hint of silver, making him appear even more cold and otherworldly.

  With a cold snort, the middle-aged man's three-edged military dagger continuously poked at the back of Tian Ce's knife without giving an inch. As his wrist moved slightly, it darted towards Han Yu's arm like a venomous snake.

  Han Yu's long knife in his hand suddenly retracted, and almost instantly, he chopped out three knives. The three knives almost simultaneously collided with the three-pronged military spear, producing only a crisp "ding" sound.

  The three-edged military dagger flew out immediately, and it was actually cut off for the second time since that night.

  The middle-aged killer's eyes involuntarily flashed a hint of surprise, and at this moment, the girl who came out with Han Yu finally reacted. She opened her mouth, stared wide-eyed, and let out a piercing scream: "Ah!"

  Han Yu and the middle-aged man furrowed their brows simultaneously, the two clashed together, exchanging blows quickly for a while. When the middle-aged man's three-edged military spear flew out again, leaving only a short dagger-like length, he took advantage of his retreat to turn around and run away.

  The other party's swift escape left Han Yu slightly surprised in his heart.

  He could be stabbed by the opponent three times, and this time he was injured multiple times. Han Yu's heart had already ignited a raging fire. How could he let his opponent come and go so easily?

  He snorted coldly, and Tian Ce's hand shot out, transforming into a green dragon that swallowed the black fleeing figure.

  The middle-aged man heard a whizzing sound behind him and without thinking, he turned his hand over and thrust the three-edged military dagger out to meet it.

  Pfft...

  He had forgotten the three-edged dagger in his hand, which was already more than half short. Although he successfully lifted the water pattern away from his vital point, the three-edged dagger was also knocked askew to one side.

  Then he felt a burning pain in his arm, and a long knife grazed his shoulder, flying forward.

  The middle-aged man recognized at a glance that this was the strange long knife in the target's hand. He had stabbed twice, and both military stabs were cut off by half with this knife. Unexpectedly, the opponent turned out to be so bold, actually taking out such a precious sword.

  Since that's the case, he took his own eating utensils and waited to see what else he would use to defend against his next assassination attempt! A spark of electricity flashed through the middle-aged man's mind, and with a cold hum, he ignored his wound and directly reached out to grab something from the sky.

  However, just as he was about to touch the sky, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from behind him again, and a cold chill instantly enveloped his entire body.

  If he could get the precious sword with just a small injury, then he would never let go.

  The sense of crisis that made his scalp numb made him not suspect at all, and when he grasped the treasure knife, it was the moment of his own death!

  Is it worth risking one's life for a knife? No!

  Although reluctant, the middle-aged man still decisively withdrew his right hand that had stretched out, and with a twist of his strong waist, his body which was about to pounce forward suddenly changed direction.

  As he withdrew his hand, his uninjured left hand grasped another triangular military dagger and accurately pierced the flying hidden weapon.

  A flash of cold light fell to the ground, and it was a dagger.

  The middle-aged man's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw that Han Yu was already closing in. He had lost the opportunity to grab the knife, and without hesitation, he quickly ran towards a nearby alley.

  This guy was so decisive and didn't take advantage of the situation, which made Han Yu let out a disappointed sigh, and the other dagger he had prepared in his hand could only be put away again.

  The words came out slowly, but in reality it was just a matter of a few breaths.

  The killer went from ambushing to chasing and killing, then retreating, rising and falling like a hawk, as if moving clouds and flowing water, without any dragging or hesitation.

  But although the time was short, it was fraught with extraordinary danger.

  Han Yu's back had long been drenched with cold sweat, and when the wind blew, a chill that pierced to the bone seeped into his lungs.

  He picked up Tian Ce and fastened it at his waist, letting out a breath of relief in his heart.

  If it weren't for getting this knife from Old Guo, just these two assassination attempts would have made it difficult for him to cope.

  A scorching pain shot through his neck, causing Han Yu to furrow his brow. Fortunately, it hadn't pierced an artery; otherwise...

  The girl came forward, somewhat frightened, and said: "Who is he? You, you're hurt?"

  Han Yu nodded and walked past him. The girl's pretty eyebrows furrowed, following closely behind: "You should stop the bleeding and bandage it immediately! Although it didn't hit an artery, if it gets infected, it'll be a hassle!"

  Han Yu put her father's body in the car and looked at her and said, "Do you know medicine?"

  The girl nodded: "I'm studying medicine, trauma treatment." She paused for a moment, and the girl bit her lower lip and said: "Actually, you could have abandoned him just now..."

  As she spoke, she glanced at her father with a complex and sorrowful gaze.

  Han Yu looked at the emaciated man, in his final days of life, although he had lost all sense of family and humanity, but without drugs, would he have ended up like this?

  Han Yu didn't know why, even if it was a matter of life and death just now, he hadn't thought of throwing him away.

  Maybe it's because I just got a batch of drugs, feeling guilty.

  He sighed softly and said, "The dead should be respected, they should rest in peace!"

  The girl's eyes turned red, and she didn't know what to say, her eyes were just red, and her lips were like blood.

  On the bus, Han Yu only knew that her name was Murong Piaoxue, and his father, who was a bit crazy, was named Murong Yuanwang, and he used to be a teacher at County High School.

  Just this summer, Ma Lian saw Murong Piaoxue in the hospital and had a sudden idea, but was rejected by Murong Piaoxue. Ma Lian then came up with a vicious plan to get his father addicted to poison, so that he would be forced to give his daughter to him.

  As a result, he did not expect that Murong Yuang was originally physically weak. Once addicted to drugs, his body deteriorated day by day, and he died in front of him with no oil left in the lamp.

  Everything in the house that could be sold was sold, and Mother, in a fit of anger, also took sleeping pills. I have no home now.

  This was Murong Piaoxue's original words, but Han Yu only had silence after hearing them.

  Murong Yuanwang had also struggled and suffered. He had sent his daughter to the countryside to avoid trouble, but when his addiction really acted up, how could he resist? With a phone call, claiming that he had already quit drugs, he deceived his daughter into coming back, which led to the previous scene.

  The body of Murong Yuwang was cremated, and Han Yu looked at Murong Piaoxue, who was holding the ashes, for a moment before saying: "You, what do you plan to do?"

  Murong Piaoxue bit her lower lip and said: "I want to bury them in one place."

  "What's next?"

  Murong Piaoxue fell silent.

  Han Yu also fell silent. He still lives with his son now, and it's a bit inconvenient to bring a girl along. But if he were to abandon her like this outside, that wouldn't be right either.

  Lao Mu Rong is addicted to drugs, and it's likely that he doesn't even have a house left in his family.

  "I'll think of another way!"

  "Otherwise, I can arrange a place for you to stay..."

  The voices of the two people rose almost simultaneously, and although Murong Piaoxue's mood was very heavy at this time, she couldn't help but smile shyly, raising her head to glance at Han Yu, indicating that he should speak first.

  Han Yu touched the neatly bandaged wound on his neck and said softly, "I'll arrange a place for you to stay. I'm sure you've guessed what I do. People like me can't avoid getting hurt sometimes. Having a trusted doctor by your side will be more convenient!"

  "Thank you." Murong Piaoxue nodded slightly after a moment of contemplation. She knew that Han Yu was helping him out, and now she not only had no money, but also her relatives and friends had all been offended by her father who was addicted to drugs.

  So I can only silently thank you and keep that gratitude in my heart.

  Found someone, buried Mu Rong Yuan Wang well, Han Yu took Mu Rong Piao Xue to hurry to her son's home.

  As he passed by Junyue Hotel, Han Yu's heart moved slightly. He decided to wait until tonight and then go find that killer to have a good chat about life...

  As for Xu Huaying, the death of Ma Lian would certainly have some impact. However, Han Yu was not worried, as those few Bamboo Leaf Gang brothers he had subdued would do many things for him.

  Han Yu Ke didn't believe that they would dare to tell Xue Hua Yin the news of Ma Lian's death, which they had witnessed with their own eyes. They even more dared not reveal a hint of their previous intention to subdue them, otherwise, it was feared that Old Man Xue would rather mistakenly kill four people than let one go!

  So, Xuhuaiyin's side can wait!

  PS: Brothers, the third update is done, and there's still one more to go. Although the collection hasn't increased by much, I won't break my promise... wuwu...