I am the sword fairy

Chapter 32 He Is My Savior
Even though he was seriously injured and dying, after hearing such horrifying words, the man still struggled desperately and roared in his throat: "Song Yu... you, you can't do this?"

Song Yu asked softly: "Why not? I have no enmity with you, but you all want to kill me, antique dealer? Bah!"

Everyone has a bloody nature, but many people usually bury it deeply.

Will hibernate because of peaceful life.

But once they enter the "trial field", some people's blood nature will be quickly activated, showing amazing energy.

Like a tiger awakened from a deep sleep.

No need to roar, the beasts will naturally be subdued.

This is how heroes emerge from troubled times.

But what Song Yu showed at this moment was actually a more advanced, more secretive, gentle... ferocious!
There was no scowl or anger, that handsome face was full of gentleness and calmness.

It was as if the evil star who had suddenly suddenly appeared and had ruthless tactics was not him.

To this person, such an enemy is far more terrifying than those who are full of blood and domineering!
"伱, aren't you...not good at martial arts?"

The man was panting violently and looking desperately at the fire seal in Song Yu's hand.

The information misled me!
Such a powerful and ruthless person... all the information shows that he doesn't know martial arts!
Looking at this handsome and calm face, he had no doubt that the room would be ablaze in the next moment.

This is how people are, even if they die, no one wants the process to be long and painful.

Song Yu looked at him: "I can."

As he said this, he seemed to really not intend to ask anything. He tore off the worn sheets from his bed, balled them up and threw them on the floor.

Then he came in carrying firewood from outside one after another.

In order to maintain air circulation and make the flames burn more fully, they are specially erected and placed crosswise.

Form a circle around this person.

"Song Yu, please... give me a happy life."

Song Yu glanced at him: "No, it's too cold. I want you to feel the warmth. Watch your skin first form a layer of blisters, and then the skin peels off little by little, revealing the red flesh and yellow oil inside. Enjoy it slowly The process of death, by the way, have you heard of the Fiery Hell?"

"Song Yu, you are not a human being, you are a devil!"

This man collapsed, even in shock and fright, he began to look back, glared at Song Yu and cursed.

Thinking about that kind of scene is full of endless despair.

Then he begged again: "Give me pleasure, I will say anything, say anything..."

Song Yu expressionlessly tore off a bed sheet, slowly lit it with a fire stick, and looked directly at the frightened man.

"Isn't it just that the big shots entrusted you with collecting seals? If they don't sell, they rob them and kill people... What's there to say? It's not new at all. Since you are all dead, naturally no one will bother me."

"No, that's not the case. There are still people who know about this matter. Zhao Bo is dead and I am dead. They will definitely find you." The man gasped violently and stared at Song Yu, " You put out the fire and I’ll tell you everything.”

Song Yu's face was expressionless, and the cloth in his hand was already burning. The flickering firelight illuminated the young and handsome face.

"You, you destroy it... hurry up! I'll say anything!" The man's voice was deformed, and he cried bitterly, wailing and begging.

Song Yu threw the cloth strip that was almost burning to his hands on the ground, and there was a choking smell in the air.

Cremation and all that, of course, scare him. If he were to face such a person and ask, he probably wouldn't be able to say a word.

The man let out a long breath and lay on the ground with his eyes blank, panting for a long time.

"Song Yu, you don't understand how scary people who want seals are. Do you think that Zhao Bo... the antique dealer who contacted you really dares to run away with his things?"

"You don't understand the seriousness of this matter, you don't understand... how important that seal is!"

"If you give him a hundred courages, he won't dare to do this! He has a family in the capital, with seniors and juniors, dozens of people..."

"From the time you went to him and told him about the seal style, your name has already been on the key list..."

Song Yu remained silent, speechless.

This is the fault of the original owner. The stubborn young man wanted to make money to support his family too much. Alas!
The man continued: "It seems that Zhao Bo should have died in your hands. Even if you kill me again... maybe you won't be found for a while, but sooner or later... they will find you!"

Song Yu looked at him: "Who is so scary? The emperor? Li Chaoen? Or the King of Qi?"

The man was too seriously injured. He lay there panting for a while and said, "None of them."

Song Yu was a little impatient: "Be clear, don't worry, I will give you a good time and let you die happily."

The man took a breath and said, "It's the deputy envoy of North Road Transport..."

Even though he will die soon, his eyes are still full of fear when he mentions the words "transporter".

Deputy transfer envoy?

This official position, which was also very unfamiliar in the boy's memory, took Song Yu a while to react before he came to his senses. This was a high-ranking official of the imperial court!
"Don't say that you are favored by the Crown Prince, even King Qi... can't protect you!" The man lying on the ground spoke again: "I have said everything that needs to be said, Song Yu, you can't escape. If anything unexpected happens, your name will appear on his desk right away!"

Song Yu frowned slightly, this matter was indeed a bit tricky.

At the same time, he also has some doubts.

Southern Zhao was a civilized court where soldiers and warriors were suppressed. What would a high-ranking official of the court do with a seal?
He looked at this man: "You know a lot, and your status should be high. Why would you put yourself in danger?"

It doesn’t feel like this person is a member of the Jianghu. He was injured like that and almost died, but he was still seriously introducing the origin of a knife...

This feeling is more like that of an old scholar who drinks tea and reads books all day long.

Although this man is not old, he looks to be in his thirties.

The man was silent for a long time, and suddenly became angry: "Of course my status is not low. People like Zhao Bo have to report to me!"

"What a shame that guy, out of greed for credit, only left me a secret message after he set out to find you..."

"A seal suspected to be genuine appeared in Hanjiang City, and Zhao Bo disappeared again. Naturally, I had to pay more attention to it. In order to avoid leaks, I had no choice but to take action myself. In the end, Zhao Bo and I both died because of this greedy word..."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in the man's eyes, and he sighed: "You have hidden yourself too deeply. All my investigations on you show that you don't know martial arts."

"Song Yu... you must have a genuine item in your hand and already know its magical uses. If you are careless... one mistake will cause eternal hatred, but you can't escape it, you really can't escape it!" He murmured.

Song Yu squinted and looked at this person: "Do you know how to use the seal?"

There was a look of yearning in the man's eyes: "My lord, I have said that this kind of seal is a treasure left by the Immortal family in the world. You can draw spiritual power from it. Through this spiritual power, you can practice and even... become an immortal!"

Sword Spirit interrupted with disdain and sneered in Song Yu's mind——

"Who do you think can crack the secret of the seal? Don't ask, there are only a few people in this world who can crack it, and most of them are not the holders of the seal. At most, they can only extract a little spiritual power from it, and they can become immortals. Let’s have his spring and autumn dreams!”

Song Yu nodded and looked at this person: "You told me so much, aren't you afraid that your family will suffer?"

The man gasped violently for a few times, endured the severe pain in his body, and said weakly: "I have no family... I just want a happy life, and... even if I tell you, what can you do? When I come ... Just order someone to pass your name to the messenger. Zhao Bo is dead, and I am dead too... My lord will not let you go! There is no place for you anywhere in the world."

Song Yu couldn't help but break his guard at this moment. Looking at the dying person in front of him, he was filled with anger and helplessness deep in his heart.

Sword Spirit said: "Why are you panicking? At worst, leave here. The world is so big, where can't you survive? If you change another place, it would be just a drop of water flowing into the sea. Even a god would be hard to find!"

Song Yu responded with some helplessness: "At present...it seems that this is the only way."

Of course he knew he could leave, but the situation he had just opened up on Hanjiang would be completely in vain, and from now on he could only hide and live in exile.

It's okay for Caiyi and the others, but what about my sister?
He promised to take good care of his sister for the young man. People can be greedy for life and afraid of death, but they cannot break their promises.

Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time and get rid of this piece of shit in front of us first.

At this moment, four long, three short...seven whistles suddenly came from far outside!
The man lying on the ground widened his eyes at first, showing a strong look of survival. Just as he was about to speak, he happened to meet Song Yu's cold eyes without any emotion, and the sharp tip of the knife pressed against his throat.

That was his, the proud work of Mr. Wang Dachui, the top swordsmith in the capital.

Before he came, the master specially gave him this knife and encouraged him very much, hoping that this knife would bring him good luck.

"Who is outside?" Song Yu asked in a deep voice.

"The messenger is the messenger who will help me convey your message to the adults!" The man murmured: "I didn't expect that he would come to save me..."

"Song Yu, it's too late for you to stop now. Hand over the seal and I'll give you a huge sum of money! And then...then put all the faults on Zhao Bo!"

"I promise……"

At this moment, a concerned voice came from far outside: "Song Yu, are you in there? It's me, Xiao Qing!"

Song Yu was suddenly stunned. He never imagined that the person who wanted to kill him... was the messenger behind it? !

When this happens to anyone, it will be difficult to tell the difference between friend and foe.

Song Yu remained silent and did not make a sound.

At this time, Xiao Qing had already arrived in the courtyard and said, "Song Yu, if you are still alive, just reply to me and rest assured that all the information and materials about you have been burned by me."

The man lying on the ground could no longer bear it. Even though the sword was at his throat, he still let out a roar full of unwillingness: "Why?"

With a creak, the old wooden door was pushed open.

After the disguise, Xiao Qing walked in, spread out her free hands, and saw Song Yu sitting on the chair. She let out a sigh of relief and was about to speak when her body suddenly swayed. She held on to the door frames of the kitchen and the back room with her hands. Only then did he stand firm.

Looking at Song Yu with a pale face: "Fortunately... you are okay. I was really afraid that I would be late."

The man lying on the ground was now extremely collapsed, struggling desperately to raise his head. Even though the blade Song Yu put at his throat had pierced it and blood was flowing out, he was completely unaware and could only stare fiercely. Xiao Qing.

He roared and asked: "Why? Why do you do this?"

Xiao Qing showed a tired but bright smile and said softly: "Because... he is my savior!"

(End of this chapter)