Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 336: Killing Intention
The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is full of murders and arson.

In this winter month of December, with heavy snow and freezing water, it is perfect.

It was freezing cold and no one was traveling. Only this group of people were galloping on the official road. The horses' panting, the sound of their hooves, the people's breathing, and the sound of the wind in the snow and wind made up this solemn and murderous picture that no one was aware of.

Behind this group of people, there was only endless snow and wind, freezing cold wind, and sounds like ghost howls mixed in the cold wind.

But to the men and horses traveling on these snowy nights, it seemed as if there was an invisible knife chasing them from behind, ready to chop them off their horses at any time.

"Brother! Second brother is missing!"

Someone in the cavalry shouted a warning.

"Don't worry about it! The most urgent thing is to send the thing to the capital, to the hands of Mr. Wang Yi of Sitong Company. Only he can protect this thing. This is also what the young marshal asked us to do when he retreated to the interior of the country!"

The man who had shouted before actually understood the seriousness of the situation. He also knew that if someone fell behind while traveling on such a snowy night, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Although he was mentally prepared, when his brother, who had shared life and death with him, was swallowed up by the wind and snow behind him, the man could only howl to the sky and then continue on his way.

The sound of horse hooves and the sound of wind and snow became the only music in this silent and deserted night. Even as they traveled in the dark and muffled, the horse team did not change direction and were getting closer and closer to the capital city.

'Zheng! '

Amid the sound of wind and snow, a solemn and murderous sound of a guzheng suddenly rang out.

At this moment, the leading man tightened the reins, the horse stopped, and half of its body was raised. The sound of horse hooves could be heard, but then it stopped abruptly.

The horse's head seemed to have been chopped off by an invisible sword and disappeared without a trace. The cut surface was smooth and still steaming. A splash of hot blood splattered all over the man. The horse's body fell down and the man rolled to the ground. He used the horse's body as a cover and observed his surroundings.

With the man tightening the reins just now and using the horse's death as a warning, the people and horses behind him also fell down, formed a formation, and were alert to their surroundings.

"Brother Jin!"

"Be quiet, I'm fine. Don't forget the other party's methods!"

After saying that, Brother Jin fell silent and held his breath. The people who were reminded by Brother Jin did the same and observed their surroundings.

The sound of wind and snow was still there, but this time, amidst the sound of wind and snow, a melodious yet murderous sound of a zither was heard, echoing in everyone's ears. There was also another voice coming.

"Mr. Gao Jin, although you already know the methods of our Sound Killing School, can you control yourself and your brothers to keep quiet, and can you control these beasts you are riding? Well, I will solve this problem for you."

After the accented Chinese voice finished speaking, there were a few more strange noises amid the sound of wind and snow, and the horses, which had just been panting uneasily because of the murderous aura all around them, became silent. Only the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard, and in a moment, the horses' blood soaked the snow. However, even though their mounts had died, the separated teams did not dare to make any noise, and they did not even dare to act rashly to light up the night with their own true Qi.

And the voice from before rang out again.

"Mr. Gao Jin, don't even think about going to the capital. If you were still in the mountains outside the Great Wall, with the person on you and your Gao family's generations of business, I, Yinsha Shilang, would not be able to do anything to you. But you chose to leave the mountains and fell into a trap. The person on you was also injured by our leader. Now you have no one to rely on, so you'd better hand over the things you want to give.

With your high-ranking family's status outside the Great Wall, you can have a place in Manchuria. Of course, if you want to become a member of the Chinese ethnic group of the Great Japanese Empire, we will welcome you. Besides, aren't you worried about your brother? Saburo."

"Hi Yi!"

A ray of phosphorous fire suddenly appeared in the darkness, lighting up the dark snowy night. The second brother, who had just been lost in the mouths of everyone, was now shirtless, with wounds all over his body from being cut by sharp blades. His blood soaked the hemp rope that tied him, and he was hung on the tree trunk like this.

After the phosphorescent light came on, he also saw Gao Jin and others who were blocked here.

He wanted to speak, but the hemp rope tied around his neck held him back, so he could only stand on tiptoes to breathe smoothly.

Under the tree, two men in black robes sat cross-legged with heavy makeup on their faces, looking like dead men. They looked at their brothers being tortured by them with bloodshot eyes, but dared not say a word. They smiled with a row of black teeth showing.

One of them sat cross-legged with a thirteen-string Japanese koto, while the other held a three-stringed shamisen and an ivory plectrum in his hands.

"Mr. Gao, why bother? You and I are old rivals. I know you are very skilled. Even without the help of the one on you, it is not difficult for you to defeat the two of us brothers. But just because you can do it doesn't mean the brother behind you can do it. And what about the brother above us? Can you really bear to abandon him?

And since we were able to get here before you, do you think there is no one else waiting for you in front of us? After passing our level, there is another level. There is an old Chinese saying that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Mr. Gao Jin, you should hand it over. "

Under the phosphorescent light, Gao Jin's face was gloomy as he watched his brother struggling between life and death, with his brothers behind him looking at him.

He tightened the object in his arms and looked at the two Japanese masters blocking the way ahead.

"I don't understand. The civil war has stopped and the matter is settled. What can you do even if you have this thing?"

"No, Mr. Gao Jin, you know it very well, otherwise you wouldn't have brought it with you at the first time and escorted it in person at the risk of your life, right? This concerns the life and property of the young commander Zhang, and once it is exposed, the Northeast Army within the government will be enough to make the government drink a pot. Haha, it took us many years to find out that when the young commander Zhang retreated to the interior, he actually kept this trick, he is indeed worthy of being the offspring of the old commander."

"Humph, you guys are really scheming, and you've found out such a confidential matter. But I also tell you, our famous Gao family has been based outside the Great Wall for generations. When the Qing Dynasty entered the Great Wall, we didn't become traitors. Now it's just another foreign invasion of China. You want me to become a traitor?! He's the second uncle!!"

Gao Jin roared, and black true Qi surged out from the acupoints on his body that were used for the immortal body. It instantly covered Gao Jin and turned into a true Qi armor. He got on all fours and turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the man in front of him.

Just like what the Japanese strange man named Otonashi Juro said just now, the second uncle of the Huang family, the immortal who was living in Gao Jin's body, was injured and was not outside the Shanhai Pass at the moment, so he was unable to help Gao Jin at all. However, the disciples who were sent out to help did not ask the immortals to help in everything. The true Qi left in Gao Jin's acupoints by the second uncle of the Huang family, Huang Tianyi, who was of the Tian generation, was enough for him to deal with many enemies. However, this thing, without the replenishment of the immortals, would be less as it was used.

"Sanlang, he's mine!"

Otonashi Juro was not angry but happy. He held the Japanese koto in one hand and plucked the thirteen strings with the other. The killing sound turned into a tangible blade and slashed at the armor covering Gao Jin. The brothers following behind him also showed their weapons, attached the true qi to their bodies, extended it to the blades, and then killed the other person.

In an instant, under the illumination of the bright green phosphorescent light, in the snowy night, Gao Jin and his brothers fought with the two Japanese On-Kill Style masters who blocked their way. The sound of swords and knives rang out, and the sounds of killing disturbed the flying snow in the sky. The corpses of the horses lying on the ground were broken into pieces by the flashing of swords and sabers.

Blood foam was flying everywhere, but what was strange was that the fierce clash of swords and the sound of killing in the battlefield only echoed in this area and became more and more intense. Outside this area, it was as quiet as before, with only the sound of wind and snow and the second wave of killers ready to chase and intercept at any time.

They did not rashly enter the battlefield occupied by these two Japanese Onisha-ryu masters and Gao Jin.

They were not worried about the safety of the two Sound Killing masters, because they knew that from the moment Gao Jin chose to fight with the two Sound Killing masters here, they were already dead.

On the battlefield, the Gao family members who were fighting against Gao Jin also noticed that the noise they were making from fighting with the enemy was getting louder and louder, and even began to form an echo that began to disturb their minds, making them gradually become irritable and their moves began to become distorted.

However, the two people from the Japanese Sound Killing School made more and more killing sounds, which had changed from the killing sounds turning into weapons at the beginning to killing sounds turning into shapes. Soldiers that switched back and forth between invisible and visible stood in front of them, preventing them from taking any further steps and killing each other to chop off their heads.

Some of the Gao family members who realized something was wrong spoke up immediately.

"The other party's tactics are wrong, Brother Jin, Brother Fei has mentioned a way to break the impasse before! Quick!"

Gao Jin, who also realized the problem, thought of his cousin Gao Fei, who was still staying outside the Great Wall and leading the volunteers to fight. He immediately distanced himself from the other party and made a "double peaks piercing ears" gesture with his brothers behind him.

But not against the enemy, but against oneself.

He slapped his ears with both palms, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out from each auricle.

When they saw the actions of Gao Jin and others, the two people from the Sound Killing Stream were also shocked.

"Destroy your own eardrums to prevent the killing sounds of our Sound Killing School from disturbing your mind? That's decisive and ruthless. But it's a pity, Mr. Gao Jin, that the sound range of our Sound Killing School has been completed. This killing sound is not only ours, but also the one you just made. It seems that we can't work together. Let the two brothers play a requiem for you and bury your bones!"

Otonosomi Juurō moved closer to his younger brother Otonosomi Saburo, and the two brothers, one plucked the strings of the zither while the other plucked the strings of the guitar.

The strings of the zither rang in harmony, the sound waves rolled, and along with the wind and snow blowing all over the sky, began to condense and transform under these waves of murderous sounds.

The weather is getting colder.

At this moment, their eardrums were shattered and they could not hear any sounds from the outside world for the time being. Gao Jin and the others, who were not distracted by the murderous sound, felt as if they were facing a great enemy, because they could clearly see that the snowflakes flying in the sky and the horse blood falling around them had turned into blades, attacking them, the Gao family members, from the sky and the ground.

This scene was like thousands of arrows shot at the same time, and it also made the Gao family members behind Gao Jin look desperate.

But it soon turned into a decisive look. They understood that only if Gao Jin survived at this moment, the thing they were escorting could be handed over to Wang Yi in the capital.

Without any hesitation, at the last moment when they were about to be attacked, they attached the true Qi in their bodies to themselves and rushed towards Gao Jin who was in front of them, wanting to use the true Qi armor left to them by Uncle Huang Er to block the attack for them.

Gao Jin was caught off guard by his brothers' determination and resoluteness. Before he could break free, he was pressed down by his brothers one after another. They turned themselves into human shields, taking the blows for Gao Jin.

The sharp blade hit the body, and the sound like leather cutting something rang out within this sound range.

The only surviving member of the Gao family was hanging on the tree trunk at this time, watching his brother using his body as a shield to block this fatal move like lingchi torture for his eldest brother. His eyes were bloodshot and blood was gushing out of his eyes, but he could not break free and could only roar in despair and silence.

But for the two Japanese On-Kill Style masters who committed this heinous crime, the scene before them made them laugh out loud and were extremely happy.

The snowflakes turned into weapons and the blood turned into sharp blades and melted away, turning into a pool of blood. It was impossible to tell which was human blood, which was horse blood, which was tears, and which was snow.

In the crowd of people who were using the Gao family's children as shields, Gao Jin, whose body was stained with the blood of his brothers, crawled out with a dazed expression. He stood up slowly and looked around. All he saw were the remains of his brothers. What appeared before his eyes were the last words his brothers said to him before they died.

He couldn't hear his brother's voice, but he could understand his brother's lip movements before he died.

They had only one thing to tell themselves.

"Brother Jin, you must survive! You must deliver the things and let Wang Yi avenge us!"

But at this time Gao Jin no longer thought about delivering the things. He looked at the two Japanese On-Kill Style masters in front of him with extremely bright smiles, and thought of only the last word: revenge!
The true Qi is stirring in one's body. People who practice Qi have a killer move that they have learned without a teacher, which is to detonate the true Qi of the three elixirs in their body and exchange their life for that of their enemy, which is also called self-destruction.

The two people from the Sound Killing Stream saw Gao Jin's movements and could not hide them, but they were not worried at all.

At a signal from Otonosaki Juurō, his younger brother Otonosaki Saburo pulled the rope, making it impossible for the only remaining member of the Gao family to breathe.

"Mr. Gao Jin, don't forget that there is another brother of yours here. His Dantian has been sealed by us, so he can't self-destruct even if he wants to. If you do this, you will take your last brother with you. Moreover, I can also tell you that we are not afraid of this trick of yours. Before the sound range is formed, we really can't stop you from breaking through. But now that the sound range is formed, even if you self-destruct, the sound will be absorbed by our sound range and returned to us. By then, there will be no body left.

Although we will be injured, you will definitely not be able to complete your mission. Don't think about the dead, just look at the people in front of you. This sound domain is inaccessible. Even if the king of the capital is close, he will not know what is happening in the sound domain. Hand over the things, and we still have business..."

Before Otonosajuro finished his words and stretched out his hand, the smug smile on his face froze.

Because he found that his outstretched right hand had disappeared just like the horse whose head he had cut off before.

The range of sound in their words that could neither enter nor exit was also broken the moment their right hand disappeared.

(End of this chapter)