Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 31 Deathstroke (2)
The laughter and the figure disappeared, but there were two chopped wooden sticks on the ground.

—Are these the man's legs?
— Could it be that the man came here on stilts?

Fu Hongxue turned around, the saber was sheathed.

The god-like giant had fallen down on the bed, all the majesty and air he had just now had disappeared. Could it be that this undefeated God of War is just a paper puppet?
Fu Hongxue stared at him and said, "Who is that person?"

The giant said: "Miao Tian Wang, he is the real Miao Tian Wang."

Fu Hongxue said, "What about you?"

The giant said: "I'm just his puppet. The puppet he puts out for others to see is like this knife."

He drew his knife.

A wooden knife coated with silver powder is actually contained in a gorgeous scabbard covered with pearls and jade. This is really absurd thing, and only a madman would do such a thing.

Fu Hongxue couldn't help asking: "What kind of person is he? Why did he do such a thing?"

The giant bowed his head.

The woman holding the golden cup kept pouring wine into the cup, pouring it herself, and drinking it herself.

The singing of the woman under the window suddenly stopped, and she said loudly: "They dare not tell you, I will tell you."

Her singing voice is clear and beautiful, but now her voice is hoarse with grief and anger: "He is not a man at all, but he desperately fantasizes that he is a man who can satisfy four wives at the same time. He is only three feet and eight inches, but Desperately fantasizing about being a godlike giant, and he's doing it because he's lunatic."

The woman holding the golden cup suddenly clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, good scolding, very good scolding."

She was laughing, but her face was also distorted by pain: "Why don't you just let this man surnamed Fu see how our great husband satisfies us?"

The woman who took off her boots suddenly tore open her skirt, and there were marks of whipping all over her snow-white chest.

"That's how he satisfies us!" Her smile was more bleak than crying, "I have always been a woman who is easily satisfied, and I am so satisfied."

Fu Hongxue turned around silently, and walked out silently.He couldn't bear to look any longer, and he couldn't bear to listen to it any longer.

He suddenly thought of the girl wearing the jasmine flower again, they were all the same, they were both destroyed and ravaged.

In the eyes of men, they are shameless women.

——Are they shameless, is it just because they are enduring the ravages of men?
——No matter how crazy the ravages are, they can't bear it, because they can't resist at all, and there is nowhere to escape. Is this shameless?Just shameless?
The women were shouting: "Why don't you save us? Why don't you take us away?"

Fu Hongxue didn't look back.

It's not that he doesn't want to save them, but he is completely powerless. Their problems are beyond the reach of anyone.

——As long as there are "shameless" men in this world, there must be "shameless" women like them.

This is the fundamental problem, and this problem will never be solved.

Fu Hongxue didn't look back, just because he couldn't help but vomit again.He knew that the only way to save them was not to take them away. Only by killing Miao Tianwang could they truly be freed.

There are newly fallen branches and leaves on the ground, which were cut off by the blade, which is the blade of the Heavenly King's Ghost Slaying Knife.

He chased after these traces.

Miao Tianwang may have gone far away, what he is chasing is not Miao Tianwang, but a target.He knew that as long as he was breathing, he would never give up on this goal!

Now he understood why Yan Nanfei had to kill Gong Ziyu.

What they want to kill is not a certain person, but the crime and violence that person represents.

Passing through the mulberry forest and walking out of the backyard, a man was standing among the rubble of the main hall, looking at him with a silly smile.

"Even the thousand-year-old temple has collapsed, why are you still alive? What are you waiting for?"

His moon-white monk robe was dripping with ink, but he was holding a freshly bloomed flower in his hand.

A fresh and pure little flower.

A little yellow flower.

——A hut at the foot of the mountain has bamboo fences and firewood doors, and a few clusters of yellow flowers.

—It was planted by a little girl, a little girl with big eyes and long braids.

Fu Hongxue's heart sank, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the knife clenched even tighter.

"Where did this flower come from?"

"People come from nowhere, so of course flowers also come from nowhere!"

The mad monk was still laughing foolishly, and suddenly threw the flower in his hand to Fu Hongxue.

"Let's see what kind of flower this flower is."

"I can't see it."

"This is a sad parting flower."

"Where is this kind of flower in the world?" Fu Hongxue's hand holding the flower was cold.

"Yes, since there are people in this world who are sad and parting, how can there be no flowers of parting?"

The mad monk stopped laughing, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable sadness: "Since there are flowers of sadness and parting in this world, those who touch them will inevitably be sad and parting."

Fu Hongxue grasped the flower branch with two fingers, but his hand didn't move, and there was no wind here.

But the petals suddenly fell one by one, and the flower branches withered.

These hands were originally the hands with which he drew his sword, and the power of these hands was enough to destroy all life.

The mad monk's grief was even stronger: "Flowers come from where they came from, and they have gone to where they have gone. What about people? Why don't they go back?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Where are we going back?"

The mad monk said: "Where did you come from, you should go back to where you came from. It may be too late to go back now."

Fu Hongxue said, "What can I do in time?"

The crazy monk said: "What are you going to do, how do I know?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Who are you?"

The crazy monk said: "I am just a crazy monk, I just picked up a small flower by chance!"

He suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Go, go to your business quickly, don't bother the monk, the monk must be quiet."

The monk had already sat down, sitting in the rubble, and he was in meditation in a blink of an eye.

Although the palace of the ancient temple has been destroyed, the temple in his heart is still intact, it is like a snail shell, when the wind and rain come, he can hide in it immediately.

Can he see that the storm is coming now?

Sunset sky, no wind and rain.Wind and rain are in people's hearts, in Fu Hongxue's heart.

——Is this yellow flower picked from the bamboo fence?Why is it called the flower of sad parting?
—Who is sad?who leave?

Fu Hongxue couldn't ask, didn't dare to ask, even if he asked, he wouldn't be able to find out.

There is only one way to know the answer.

He rushed back with all his might.

——Going back now, I'm afraid it's still too late.

But when he rushed back, it was too late.

The yellow flowers under the bamboo fence were all gone, not even a single one was left, and the people were gone too.

There are three side dishes left on the table, a pot of porridge, two sets of bowls and chopsticks, the porridge is still warm!
The kid's urine was not dry on the sheets either.

What about people?

"Zhuo Yuzhen, Du Shiqi!"

Fu Hongxue shouted loudly, but did not respond.

——Zhuo Yuzhen betrayed him?Or did Du Shiqi betray them?

Fu Hongxue looked up to the sky, and asked the sky, but the sky said nothing; asked the stars, but the stars were speechless; asked the bright moon, and the bright moon was already silent.Where would he go to find them?Where can I escape this storm?
The night was deep, and suddenly there were several sounds of "Du, Du, Du" in the darkness, and suddenly a bolt of lightning lit up!
It's not lightning, it's knife light.In the flashing light of the knife, a figure taller than the treetops could be vaguely seen.

The figure and the light of the knife flew over at the same time, it turned out to be a deformed dwarf, stepping on a one-foot-long bamboo pole, brandishing a nine-foot-long knife in his hand.

Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Knife.

With a flash of light, the saber smashed through the bamboo fence, and quickly chopped off Fu Hongxue's head.

Fu Hongxue withdrew from Bachi.

The light of the saber cut again, the eaves were shattered, the power of the Heavenly King's Ghost Slashing Saber was like a thunderbolt, and the horizontal saber slashed at Fu Hongxue again, cutting seven times in the blink of an eye.

If Fu Hongxue retreated again, he had no choice but to retreat, because he could neither parry nor counterattack. He had to fly a foot in the air so that his knife could touch Miao Tianwang on the bamboo pole.But his whole body has been shrouded in the power of the Heavenly King Ghost Slaying Knife.

Miao Tianwang held the knife in both hands, one knife after another, not giving him a chance to breathe at all!
It's just that it's really a thunderbolt, and there are intermittent times, and it's really a god of war, and its strength will be exhausted.

Fu Hongxue dodged Qi Qi 49 knives in a row, and suddenly jumped up from the light of the knives.

His knife was also out of its sheath.

The Heavenly King Ghost Slashing Knife is too long, one inch long and one inch strong, but the blade can only reach far, and when the opponent swings in, he cannot save himself.

He saw this fatal weakness of Miao Tianwang, and his knife had already penetrated Miao Tianwang's heart.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the two bamboo poles that Miao Tianwang stepped on suddenly broke into more than ten knots!
His people suddenly fell down in the air, and the Heavenly King Ghost Slashing Knife had already let go, but he pulled out another knife with his backhand.

A short knife with a cold light radiated sharply across Fu Hongxue's chest and abdomen as his body fell.

Fu Hongxue's sure-to-win move created a fatal opening for himself.

——When tigers and leopards jump up to pounce on people, experienced hunters often sneak into their stomachs and cut their chests and abdomens with a knife.

Fu Hongxue's current situation is like a tiger or leopard that has jumped up in the air, and the hunter's knife has reached his belly.

He could even feel that the cold blade had scratched his clothes.

Miao Tianwang had also calculated that he would definitely not be able to avoid this knife. This is not the Heavenly King's Ghost Slaying Saber, but a murderous knife.

All the power in his body had been concentrated on this knife, but his power suddenly disappeared, all the power disappeared, as if the air in his skin was suddenly emptied.His knife was clearly capable of piercing Fu Hongxue's chest and abdomen, but he was unable to do so.

How is this going?He can't figure it out, and he can't figure it out even if he dies!
He saw blood, but it wasn't Fu Hongxue's blood. Where did the blood come from?He can't figure it out either!
Only then did he suddenly feel an indescribable chill in his throat, as if his throat had been cut open.

But he didn't believe it.

He never believed that the flash of the knife just now had cut his throat, and he never believed that there would be such a fast knife in the world.

He didn't even see the knife.

Fu Hongxue also fell down, under the bamboo fence, and the original peace and tranquility were restored in the world.

He suddenly felt indescribably tired.Although what happened just now has passed in an instant, but at this instant, all his strength seems to have been exhausted.

——The distance between life and death is always on the line.

It was only now that he could fully understand the meaning of this sentence. He was too close to death just now, and this battle was just a fierce battle that he had never encountered in his life.

The stars are all over the sky, the blood has dried up, the blood of Miao Tianwang is not his!
But he also seemed to have a feeling that the blood had drained dry. If Miao Tianwang could still wield the knife now, he would definitely be unable to resist.

He even felt that even if a child came with a rusty knife, he could also kill him.

Fortunately, the dead cannot wield knives, and no one will come to this secluded mountainous area in such a late night.

He closed his eyes, hoping to take a short nap, to have a clear mind before he could act on his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, someone came at this time.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the darkness, and there seemed to be a strange rhythm in the slow and steady footsteps.

Only a man who feels sure of what he is doing walks with this rhythm.

Who is this guy?Why did he come?What to do?
Fu Hongxue listened quietly, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart!

The rhythm of the footsteps was exactly the same as the bells in the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

That was the death knell.

The rhythm of the footsteps seemed to be full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)