Just after the hour of Zishi, the sound of drums was still echoing at the entrance of the alley. Qin Zhao's hand held by Ji Xue had not completely loosened before the sticky force broke.
She bounced forward for two steps, her lightning boots making a crackling sound as if tapping someone. Qin Zhao did not move, but his eyes fell on her back, and he stepped back half a step quietly. His back gently reached the shadow of the memorial archway in the old street in the south of the city.
This place is too bright.
Lanterns are hung in strings, and the red light reflects the oiliness of the bluestone. The figure sways, and the aroma of wine mixed with the taste of grilled meat seeps into the nose. The more lively it was, the more he felt something was off - the two waves of arrow rain just now came precisely and viciously, and there must be a master behind it. This kind of person will not only send archers, nor will they let him walk into the depths of the lights alive.
He squinted his eyes and scanned the street corner.
A dark figure wriggled in the pile of rubble, like a discarded rag or a dead dog flipping over. But that smell is not right. Rotten blood mixed with rust, and a hint of cold resentment, drifted over with the wind and penetrated into the nasal cavity like an ice cone piercing the forehead.
Qin Zhao's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
coming.
The next second, the black figure convulsed violently, and with a loud bang, it lifted up the broken bricks and tiles, and a human figure covered in decay crawled out. His head was tilted, his eye sockets were hollow, but his left arm was strangely intact. His five fingers were tightly gripping a dagger - the blade was pitch black, with a purple edge, it was the deadly dagger he had taken from killing thug Jia a few days ago.
You... take my life! "The remaining soul roared, its voice sounding like it had crawled out of the ground." Today... take your soul
Before the words could finish, the person rushed forward and the dagger stabbed straight into their heart.
Qin Zhao didn't move.
I didn't even blink my eyelids.
The sharp tip of the knife tore open the black gold robe, plunged into the flesh, and pushed it inward until the entire dagger penetrated the chest, leaving only the handle exposed.
The crowd of onlookers exploded.
Killed someone
Call the patrol officer quickly
Crazy! Stab people with a knife in the middle of the night
Qin Zhao stood still, motionless.
He even laughed.
With a curl of his mouth, he whispered, "Good to come
The lingering soul's sinister smile froze on its face.
Because that dagger is melting.
It's not broken, it's like a candle meeting fire, starting from the tip of the knife, inch by inch turning into a dark purple airflow, flowing upstream along the wound, and entering Qin Zhao's body. The airflow traveled extremely fast, heading straight towards his left wrist, and eventually disappeared into an almost invisible dark line between his wrists.
Qin Zhao closed his eyes.
The sea is shaking.
The mist cracked open, and an invisible giant warehouse slowly emerged, without doors or windows, without a top or bottom, like a deep and bottomless well. In the center of the warehouse, a blood dripping short blade quietly suspended, with the outline of a deadly dagger flowing around the blade, and a trace of lingering resentment on the edge.
Whispers resound, not like human voices or ghost language, but more like echoes of some ancient rule:
Zhi Zhen has been sealed off, the deadline has been opened
Qin Zhao opened his eyes.
The pupils turn a dark purple, deep enough to absorb light.
He lowered his head to look at his chest, his clothes and robes intact, without even a wrinkle, as if the knife just now had never existed. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the dark lines on his left wrist with his fingertips, feeling warm and like he had just touched a freshly baked iron.
You said... "He spoke in a low voice, but it drowned out the hustle and bustle of the street market." Whose is whose
The remaining soul froze.
It wants to retreat, but its body is no longer under control. The resentment that was sealed in the treasure trove is now devouring itself through some hidden connection. It emitted an inhuman scream, its ulcerated skin peeling off piece by piece, and the last faint light in its eye sockets rapidly dimmed.
No... impossible! That's my life weapon! It was my father who stuffed it into my hand before he died! I've been practicing for eight years! I've killed seventeen people! Why did you take it away
Qin Zhao sneered, "You're the only one who died
As soon as the words fell, the remaining soul was hit hard, and the whole person exploded into a cloud of gray mist, dispersing cleanly with the night wind.
The crowd on the street is still shouting, and no one can see what happened. I only saw the young man in the black gold robe standing there, with no blood on his chest, no torn clothes, and no weapon in his hand, but the knife wielding madman just now inexplicably turned to ashes.
Damn it
Is it an illusion
Hurry up, hurry up, don't get any bad luck
The crowd dispersed, and the owner of the liquor stall shook his hands and closed the stall, not even taking care of the grilled skewers. The whole street instantly became deserted, leaving only lanterns swaying in the wind, casting flickering light and shadow.
Qin Zhao stood still, motionless.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, his fingers opening and closing. The dark purple airflow inside his body was still wandering, like a living creature, slowly settling in the meridians. He tried to move a little bit, and his fingertips immediately emitted a faint purple light, tearing open a small crack in the air.
Tsk, "he snorted lightly," it's quite fierce
He stroked the dark lines on his left wrist, and the temperature was even higher than before, as if something was breathing and jumping inside. He suddenly remembered the knife just now - it didn't hurt, but had a strange sense of relief, like a person who had been hungry for three days finally eating a hot meal, and his pores were all cheering.
Guixu... "he murmured softly, with a hint of confirmation in his tone," It's really a good thing
In the distance came the sound of beating, bang bang——
Another wheel has arrived.
Qin Zhao looked up and looked towards the road ahead.
The main street was still brightly lit, with figures swaying in the air. The oil stars from the barbecue stall exploded on the fire, making a sizzling sound. He walked forward steadily, his steps steady, and the soles of his boots rolled over a fallen leaf, making a crisp sound.
At this moment, the corner of his eye scanned the ground at the entrance of the alley.
There lay half a broken jade talisman with charred black cracks, as if it had been burned by high temperatures. The character 'Duan' is faintly engraved on the talisman, just like the one at the end of the arrow before.
He paused in his footsteps.
I didn't pick it up, nor did I look too much.
Just the corner of his mouth twitched again.
The Hall of Breaking Lives? "He muttered to himself," Okay, jump into the pit one by one
He continued walking.
The wind blew from behind, curling up his long hair, and the rope tying his hair with the fragments of the thunder spear swayed gently. The dark lines on his left wrist were slightly hot, as if reminding him that the dagger inside still carried the owner's last obsession.
But he doesn't care.
The more obsession, the better.
Anyway, in the end, it's all his nourishment.
He walked through a narrow alley, and ahead was the entrance to the main street. Two drunken men walked over with their shoulders and backs crossed, humming a tune. Seeing a change in his face, they quickly made their way to the roadside.
Big brother... please
Yes, yes, yes, you go first
Qin Zhao didn't even glance at them and walked straight past.
A low voice came from behind: 'Who is that person? Why does he look even scarier than the city lord?'
Don't ask! My cousin said he's the useless guy from the Qin family who was kicked out, but yesterday someone saw him use his gold card to buy up the spiritual grass of three streets
Wasn't he alive? Fart! Wasn't he alive to this day? Look at him walking, not a single shadow is thrown out of place, he's a very evil person
Qin Zhao listened without looking back.
He only felt the dark stripe on his left wrist getting a little hotter.
It's like responding to those discussions, and it's like urging him to be even more ruthless.
He took out the wine jug from his waist, removed the cork, and took a sip. The liquor was spicy and burned down my throat, but the purple qi in my stomach unexpectedly rushed in, enveloping the alcohol in it. After spinning around, it became warm and moist.
Interesting, "he grinned." Can you even purify wine
He covered the wine pot, and the word "slag" on the pot body flickered under the light.
At the street corner ahead, Ji Xue was waiting for him by the lamp post, holding a string of Tomatoes on sticks in his hand, and biting with a crackle. She saw him coming and her eyes lit up, waving and shouting, "Brother Qin! This way
Qin Zhao's footsteps did not stop, nor did he respond.
He stopped three steps away from her and glanced at the Tomatoes on sticks in her hand.
Eat this? "He asked.
Mmm! "She nodded," Sweet! Do you want it
No, "he shook his head," the sugar content is too high, it's easy to get cavities
Oh, do you still know about health preservation? "She rolled her eyes." With so many people around you just now, you stood there motionless. Are you pretending to be deep again
It's not pretending, "he said," it's digesting
She was taken aback and asked, 'What are you digesting?'
A meal, "he patted his left wrist," I just had an emotional dish and got a bit dizzy
What the hell? "She frowned." Can you speak less mysteriously
No, "he turned around and walked away," you have poor comprehension skills, even if you explain, you won't understand
Ji Xue stomped her feet in anger and said, "You really owe me a beating
She chased after her and wanted to curse, but she swallowed back when the words reached her lips. Because she saw that Qin Zhao's walking posture had changed.
It's not the casual laziness before, but every step feels like it's been measured, landing silently, and the shadow doesn't shake. His right hand hung beside him, and occasionally a faint purple light flashed through his fingertips, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent.
Just silently following half a step behind him, like a different person.
Qin Zhao did not turn back.
He knew she was watching.
I also know that starting tonight, some people will no longer treat him as a useless person.
After all——
Those who can stab themselves in the heart with a knife and still not die are either crazy or monsters.
And he happens to be both.
He walked out of the alley and joined the crowd on the main street.
On the second floor of the restaurant ahead, a window quietly opened and a figure stood in the dark. A jade slip in her hand suddenly lit up, revealing a line of blood characters:
The target has shown abnormal energy fluctuations, suspected of activating ancient artifacts. It is recommended to immediately report to the 'Shadow' organization
The person stared at Qin Zhao's back and slowly closed the window.
Qin Zhao's footsteps did not stop.
His left wrist twitched slightly, as if sensing something.
He ignored it.
Just reached out and touched the faint golden crack on the brow bone.
Then, continue walking forward.