novelraw Chapter 519 - 342 Highway
Chapter 519 - 342 Highway
In such a terrifying underground chamber, she lay there, even drenched in blood, she uniquely possessed a sense of shattered beauty, as if in a dream...
Zhuang Ziliu’s breath paused, and he walked over, looking at the face that had its eyes closed and lips tightly pressed, enduring all the pain at the eyebrows..
His hand lifted, slowly placing it down...
Ah!
He suddenly drew back in pain, covering his palm, his tongue biting into his lip drawing blood, the blood-colored lines on the back of his hand flickering in and out of visibility, as if burning.
It was her, that person warning him!
Do not touch her!
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After a moment, the intense pain in Zhuang Ziliu’s hand eased, he gripped the cold edge of the table, straightened up, his forehead already covered in cold sweat, the sweat dripped down his cheek, dropping at the same frequency as the blood dripping from the person in front of him along the edge of the table...
Drip-drop.
He looked expressionlessly at Sui Yi, and after a long while, he reached out and picked her up.
The flesh on her back where he touched was muddled, the clothes stained, he pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth turning cold.
Ah Guna was still kneeling on the ground, Zhuang Ziliu carried her without a sideways glance, walking through the desolate, lonely, and gloomy corridor, out of the orphanage into the back mountain...
At the same time, in the village on the east side of the orphanage, Yhan Qingwu had multiple wounds on her body, blood seeping out, the old woman pressed close step by step. In her hand was a triangular iron hook connected to a chain, it looked like an anchor at first glance but was covered in blood spots and had bits of flesh attached.
From Yhan Qingwu’s body.
"Jie Jie, I didn’t think a young girl who just joined Tang Sect would have this much strength, so young yet able to control two Flying Leaf Darts, and also looking so delicate... I’m really reluctant to do this."
Reluctant? Who was the ruthless person that used that hook to tear away my flesh bit by bit before?
Now that the night had fallen, only a bit of light lingered from the horizon, the rain dripped gently, completely soaking Yhan Qingwu’s body, her spine straight, dewdrops glistening on her fair chin, continuously falling, her right hand holding two Flying Leaf Darts.
"Hehe~ some time has passed now, I think your lovely little friend has already died..."
Died? The word made Yhan Qingwu’s breath hitch, "She won’t die"
"She won’t?" The old woman cackled: "Such a naive girl, the Great Lord’s chosen never fail... She, will undoubtedly die!"
Undoubtedly die!
Thinking of that person by the window, so ethereal... the person who unexpectedly held her hand at their first meeting and then gave her an apologetic smile... like a lasting mountain, seemingly never to fade...
Would she die?
Yhan Qingwu’s eyebrows tightened, a cold lightning seeming to split the sky in her eyes.
With a flash of lightning, the old woman frowned, and just as Yhan Qingwu suddenly shot out two Flying Darts, the woman reacted, whipping out the iron hook~~~
Clang!
The iron hook twisted in the air, striking away two Flying Leaf Darts in succession, and at that moment, her body shot forward, rain falling flatly, scattering with her movement...
The hook in hand, the tip slashed forward, arriving right in front of Yhan Qingwu’s throat...
Hook the throat!
Suddenly!
Whoosh~~~
A streak of cold light!
The third Flying Leaf Dart.. cutting!
Splat!
The old woman’s wrist showed a streak of blood, the iron hook fell to the ground, she covered her wrist and instantly retreated, bouncing off a large rock behind her.
Through the misty rain, her wrist poured out a lot of blood.
"With so much blood, it seems you are human not a ghost, since that’s the case, if you lose much blood, you’ll die, right?" Yhan Qingwu let the rain slide off her lips, gently saying.
Such a beautiful person, in the moment of focused chill, yet there was a sense of lone defiance.
This chill, perhaps stemming from her physique, or perhaps from her unwillingness, her intolerance.
"You..." The old woman’s expression turned fierce, suddenly!
Ding, Ding, Ding!
The bell tolled.
It was strange, the abandoned orphanage that had been silent for so many years suddenly rang with bell sounds, as if recalling that bright afternoon, so many young children being hastened back to their rooms for sleep after the bell tolled.
"Jie Jie" The old woman gave a sinister laugh, turned, and fled, but not towards the orphanage, instead to the other side, disappearing into the darkness in a blink...
With her gone, Yhan Qingwu bit her lower lip, staring at the place shrouded in darkness and washed by the fine rain...
Sui Yi~~
She stepped forward, running towards the orphanage with her heavily wounded body...
Find her!
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In the back mountain, under a large tree, Zhuang Ziliu, somewhat moist from the rain, placed Sui Yi’s body on a rock, looking intently for a while, he pulled out a small knife from his waist, seemingly hesitating whether to drive it down.. one stab and she would be beyond dead..