Chapter 44: Fugitive's Night of Terror (Part 2)

  "Hu Er, you've said too much already." Yun Cong Long's voice was still devoid of warmth, but his eyes were fixed intently on the long sword in Qi Fang's hand. "Sorry, my family is leaving Xi'an City, please make way for us."

  Mentioning the word "annoyed", Qi Fang had already attacked Yun Cong Long, the latter's hand now held a long snake-shaped knife, Feng Sui Hu was still chuckling, but his eyes followed Yun Cong Long, becoming serious.

  "My martial arts skills are quite poor, looking at the scene, it seems that Yun Cong Long's light and casual moves have dissolved Qi Fang's several attacks, but Qi Fang is undefeated, as if he is probing Yun Cong Long. In my anxiety, a fragrance wafts into my nose, and Feng Sui Hu has already appeared beside me, her slender fingers resting on my shoulder: 'Indeed, the waves of the Yangtze River push forward, this young master will not be unknown for more than five years, his name will shake the martial world.'"

  I remembered their names and looked at her charming eyes: "I've long heard that Feng Sui Hu is the number one in Jianghu, and Yun Cong Long's willow leaf darts are the best under heaven."

  The wind followed the tiger and indeed, his face revealed a hint of it. I continued: "My family's Mr. Han often told me that the first killer in northern Sichuan is one of the legendary killers, a top-notch master in the martial arts world."

  She immediately smiled and curved her eyes, excitedly saying: "Mr. Han Xiuzhu really said that about me and Xiaolong?"

  I nodded slightly and said seriously, "That's right, Mr. Han praised the cleverness of the wind, and Cloud brother's willow leaf knife was praised to the extreme." I guessed her face and continued, "But Mu Xi has one thing that is not clear, please instruct me, Feng."

  Feng Su Huo smiled and said, "Please speak." I continued, "Mu Jin doesn't understand. If you are the number one killer in the world, why would you two become kidnappers?"

  Feng Su Hu let out a sigh: "Unaware of the situation, I blame myself and Xiao Long for owing someone a favor. What we fear most on our path is owing others favors."

  "Hu Er, be careful!" the cloud on that side roared in a stern voice. Feng Su immediately fell silent, and I smiled: "Actually, Feng doesn't have to be afraid. My third uncle has three thousand guests from all over the world under his roof, and he values talented people like his own life. As long as you let me and Xiao Fang go, whether it's for the sake of your friendship or today's kindness, I will definitely repay you tenfold in the future."

  The wind followed the tiger's eyes as they turned, looking at me: "What you said really moved my heart, no wonder it's a pity. I and Xiao Long must send you to Jin City, whatever you say is useless."

  Obviously Feng Sui Hu is not as easy to convince as Qi Fang, I secretly resent it, and the possibility of negotiation has dropped to zero.

  I secretly drew out a short sword, but was lightly pinched by Feng Suo's fingers: "With such martial arts, it's better not to resist, lest you suffer more flesh wounds."

  The battle circle slowly expanded, and the killing intent and confidence in Qi Fang's eyes grew stronger. Yun Cong Long's face was stern, his gaze flashing towards us.

  The smile on Hu Mian's face disappeared, and after a brief moment of hesitation, she swiftly struck my acupoints with lightning speed. With a twist of her waist, she leapt into the air, her toes barely touching Yun Long's shoulder. The two of them launched a simultaneous attack, one above and one below, truly like a fierce tiger riding the wind and a proud dragon soaring through the clouds.

  I stood there stiffly, speechless and unable to wield my sword, with a thousand worries in my heart, beads of sweat gradually appearing on my forehead.

  A figure suddenly appeared in the thick fog, like a kite with a broken string, falling into my line of sight. He let out a muffled groan and was trampled underfoot by Yun Cong Long.

  Yun's lips were bloodless: "Jin Gu Valley's true person's martial arts are indeed extraordinary, even a youth who has not yet reached adulthood can match me for over thirty rounds."

  The wind followed the tiger, clapping his hands, just about to speak, when a flute sound floated in from afar, appearing abrupt and strange. The wind changed on the tiger's face: "Isn't this the Youming Flute of the Youming Sect?" Her face suddenly turned pale: "With the Yuan family fallen, even the Youming Sect dares to come to Miaojiang."

  Yun said coldly, "It's all because of that so-called Wuxiang True Classic. Let's go quickly, Little Dragon." She turned to Qi Fang on the ground and said, "Young man, I'll spare you for the sake of Jin Gu's face."

  Before he could finish speaking, Yun Cong Long briefly said: "If you want to find your family, go to Jin City. If you want to seek revenge, go to Xi Chang Fu." After that, he didn't look at Qi Fang again, and with one hand holding his waist and the other pulling Wind Following Tiger, they leaped into the air and flew away using their light skill.

  I watched as I fell to the ground, blood gradually accumulating on my head, and I started to feel dizzy. Faintly, I heard Feng Suo's pleasant voice say, "I don't like you stealing my lines."

  However, what I heard more was that strange flute sound, and it got louder and louder. The speed of the first kill in Kawakita was very fast at first, but later it became slower and slower.

  The last North River First Kill put me down and placed me under a tree, replacing the hole for me. I immediately vomited golden stars at the opposite cloud from dragon's body.

  However, no one had any opinion on my uncivilized behavior, only the whistling in my ear was making me headache. I calmed down and took a deep breath, and then I found that the number one killer of northern Sichuan, with a serious face, as if facing a great enemy.

  On the horizon in the thick fog, eight figures flashed out. Eight children dressed as boys with yellow hair hanging down, red lips and white teeth, all wearing white short-sleeved shirts, stood smiling in front of us. Obviously around ten years old, obviously smiling so innocently, but why did that innocent smile seem almost empty? Why were the bright and clear eyes that belonged to a child?

  "Our master said that if this person is willing to kneel down and beg for mercy, he will spare the lives of you two." The first child spoke in a crisp tone, his smile still sweet and endearing, but with a silver thread hidden in his hand.

  The cloud changed from the dragon's face, and the wind followed the tiger's loud laughter: "Joke, looking at the current martial arts world, I am the first to kill in thirty moves, and only a few can count on their fingers. Ignorant child, how dare you."

  Suddenly, the wind stopped abruptly as a tiger's mouth was filled with fresh blood. I didn't even see how those few kids had made their move, but Feng Ren's teeth were already shattered and Yun Cong Long saw Ai being injured, his eyes flashing with killing intent as he pounced on that group of kids.

  Eight children, three of them were like tigers, attacking fiercely, another three surrounded me like clouds and dragons, while the other two approached me in a flash of lightning. The faces of those two little ones looked unusually pale, yet they still smiled cheerfully, their smiles sending shivers down my spine. I forced a smile and asked, "May I ask, young masters, who is your household's master?"

  One of the children tilted his head and smiled: "The master of our house is a heavenly god, he wants us to come back home."

  Tiangong? Go home? I suddenly thought of Duan Yu Rong taking me to slaughter the Dongying young soldiers, when Zhenzhu told me about the Dark God, one said it was the Dark God, and one said it was the Tiangong, what connection do these two have?

  I laughed and said: "If your master is a heavenly god, then aren't you heavenly soldiers and generals?"

  Another little kid nodded thoughtfully and clapped his hands with a smile, saying "Right, we are heavenly soldiers." He stretched out his hand to me: "Our master is nearby, he's coming to pick us up himself, let's go."

  I stood up, dusting off my clothes: "It seems I have no choice."

  I quickly turned around and ran back, but before I could even take a step, I was tripped up and fell to the ground. Two little kids appeared in front of me with smiles on their faces: "You're not obedient, you'll be punished."

  My leg was in severe pain, and when I looked down, I found that it had been wrapped around by a very thin silver thread, which had cut into my skin and blood was flowing out. "If you move again, this foot will be cut off." The child said with a smile, and with a slight increase in force, I cried out in pain, and the blood flowed even more fiercely.

  Another kid ran over and poked my acupoints, then gently touched my cheek: "Come on, let's go home." I shivered with a chill from the icy small hand.

  At this time, Feng Suoyue had already grasped the slender neck of a Tongzi with his hand, and with a light pinch, the little boy's head fell off and was thrown far away to the ground. The small body fell straight down. Yun Conglong also struck two Tongzis flying out, and the two combined again, one on top of the other, dealing with the remaining Tongzis. In no time at all, six Tongzis had fallen to the ground.

  Kawakita Sōsuke walked towards me, his body radiating an aura of murder that I had never seen before. When I turned my head to look at the children beside me, I saw that they were still smiling at me with their usual innocence, but they seemed to be completely unaware of Kawakita's presence, and instead lifted me up and continued walking forward.

  The flute sound changed, and the children who had just been knocked to the ground slowly got up one by one, like ghosts. Even the child whose head had been twisted off stood up with his headless body, step by step approaching us, gradually surrounding the two of us in a circle. The expressions on our faces gradually became horrified.

  Those two porters carrying me simply walked forward with that strange smile on their faces, and only then did I notice that their skin was somewhat greenish, with dark eye sockets. These past few days have been filled with bloodshed, and I couldn't help but think that the faces of these children were very similar to those of corpses that had died a long time ago on the battlefield. The eerie smiles on the porters' faces never disappeared, nor did they change.

  These eight kids are not human at all! I was terrified and shouted loudly: "Save me, is there anyone who can save me?"

  I suddenly remembered that my second brother had fallen off a cliff and his life was uncertain. My eldest brother could still enter the city at dawn, but Qipu had been severely injured by the double killing of Chuanbei. Now who would come to save me?

  The little boy didn't say a word, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, maintaining a terrifying smile as he walked forward like flying.

  At this time, the thick fog gradually dispersed, and the new moon revealed its face. Two small children carried me running out of the village, the wind whistling, adding to my mournful cries, but how could it cover up that mournful flute sound? On this sinful evening, I was almost broken-hearted and desperate.

  Suddenly, a faint and ethereal sound of the guqin floated in, like a lament, coming from afar, seemingly harmonizing with the flute, yet subtly overpowering it.

  The two little boys who were carrying me stopped and looked at each other with wide eyes, seemingly puzzled.

  It turned out that these little children were being controlled by the flute sound, and the sudden piano sound must have disrupted the frequency of the flute sound, causing them to lose their way. I listened carefully, and my heart couldn't help but get excited - I recognized this piano sound!

  It's "Chang Xiang Shou", the very "Chang Xiang Shou" played by himself, that renowned "Chang Xiang Shou"! That elegant and lingering "Chang Xiang Shou", has never been played with such urgency and sorrow, as if it were a mandarin duck searching for its mate after losing its partner, or a lone wild goose flying wildly in search of its flock.