The iron chains rubbed against the ground, thick and heavy. Along with Xia Zhaoyi's steps and the light of the fire, the sound of iron chains in the darkness rushed towards her quickly.
Not long after, the chain was stretched to its limit, and a man roared at her, furious and violent.
The steps were dilapidated. Xia Zhaoyi looked at the man as she walked.
In the dim light, the man was unkempt, with a heavy back and a heavy waist, as big as a black bear.
As he struggled and roared, the iron chain stirred the air, and the stench in the air became stronger.
As you get closer, the area illuminated by the firelight becomes wider, and the man's outline gradually becomes clearer.
Xia Zhaoyi had nowhere to stay and stopped ten steps away from him.
The man's clothes were tattered and faded, with many holes in them. There was only one shoe left on his foot, with three big holes in the front of the shoe.
The skin exposed outside the tattered clothes was pale and bloodless, but there were pieces of dirt stuck on it, and a large number of small flying insects were surrounding him, buzzing and flying.
The man couldn't piece together a complete sentence, he just roared and yelled, and the chains were swung by him, and the bells and bells jingled.
Because of his greasy and lumpy hair, Xia Zhaoyi couldn't see clearly his eyebrows, but he felt that his outline was slightly deeper, his nose bones were straight, and his facial lines were smooth. He should have a good appearance.
"Can you still understand other people's expressions?" Xia Zhaoyi asked, her calm and sweet voice sounding like a stream of instructions in the empty basement, crisp and ethereal.
The struggle in the man's hand slowly stopped and he looked at her.
"Do you understand?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
The man didn't respond, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes stayed on her without blinking.
His calmness also allowed Xia Zhaoyi to take a good look at him.
A face that is not young and extremely pale. Judging from the appearance alone, he must be at least fifty.
As for being pale, he has not seen the sun all year round, so it is inevitable that he will be pale. It is difficult to estimate how long he has been locked up here.
"What's your name?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
As if the man hadn't heard anything, he kept looking at her.
At this time, Xia Zhaoyi noticed a tattoo on the back of his arm.
She walked slowly to the side and found that there were a large number of dense blue-green patterns on his back, but because his clothes were hanging like rags, she couldn't see the whole picture.
The man suddenly went crazy again, excitedly struggled against the chain, making a loud noise on the ground, and tried to pounce on Xia Zhaoyi.
Xia Zhaoyi stayed away from him, walked around and walked deeper into the basement.
It was empty, except for pillars, there was nothing else, and the floor was not paved with tiles. There were a large number of animal bones on the pitted and solid soil.
At the end, a stone step appeared. Xia Zhaoyi stepped up and fired several hidden arrows. Fortunately, she was vigilant and quickly avoided the steps, and the long arrows did not hurt her at all.
There were seven arrows in total. Xia Zhaoyi picked one up from the ground. The pattern on the arrow seemed to be exactly what "those people" commonly used by her.
She stepped up the steps, avoiding several waves of hidden arrows. There was a slightly open wooden door on the steps. When she pushed the wooden door open, a neat and clean cabin appeared.
And the wooden door she just pushed open had a bookshelf on the back.
The house was spotless, as if someone had always lived in it, but at this point, the bedding was still neatly folded together, and there were no wrinkles on the sheets.
Xia Zhaoyi came out of the house, and the river wind swept over her and danced her clothes wildly.
The peach trees on all sides are in full bloom. They rise and fall with the river breeze, and the petals are falling like a pink snow.
She stepped on the peach petals on the ground to the courtyard, turned back and looked toward the southeast.
The small hills in the distance should be the long grassland she stepped on first after crossing Qianrenbi. There should be a hundred-foot-large opening in the middle of the hills like a crater.
At this moment, a sword shadow suddenly struck from behind her.
Xia Zhaoyi shuddered and turned around to avoid it.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of people rushed out. Without a word, they started to kill her when they saw her.
Xia Zhaoyi faced them with a whip. After a few moves, she confirmed that the skills of these people were not as good as the swordsmen she met in Zhaishuiling and those Jianghu men named Zeng Da Ge, Lin San Di, so she stopped running.
These people feel as if they are facing a formidable enemy and know who is coming almost instantly.
The river wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the petals are flying in the sky like broken snow.
In the dance of flowers, the sword light was like lightning. Their individual swordsmanship was not excellent, but they had countless sword formations, constantly changing their positions, surrounding the girl, and determined to kill her.
It's a pity that the girl has never met her opponent in terms of speed.
The large barbs of Qian Sibi are like dancing silver pistils, which appear to be alive and shining under the girl's light figure.
The long whip is soft but solid, flexible and tough. Sometimes it can be as strong as breaking a mountain, and sometimes it is as cunning and slippery as a loach.
Its target was extremely specific, specifically hitting their sword-holding hands and their fragile eyes and throats.
Suddenly, Qian Sibi wrapped her arms around the neck of a young man in the sea of flowers.
"Stop it!" the girl shouted crisply.
Everyone paused for a moment, but only for a moment. Then, the sword light rose again and pierced away.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows united and he suddenly exerted force on his right wrist.
The clouds in the sky have just left, white light shines on the world, the moon is bright and the wind is cold, and the shadows of flowers are flying.
In the bright light of heaven and earth, Qian Sibi's severed head flew up, splashed to the ground with hot blood, and rolled down on the pile of flowers.
Everyone stopped again, frightened by the opponent's cruelty and the tragic death of their companions, but as before, they quickly attacked again.
"You asked for it." Xia Zhaoyi said in a deep voice, his voice extremely cold, and then he became angry and murderous.
The big water of Qingjiang River is surging, and the rocky rocks on the shore stir up waves. Before the old waves dissipate, they create new waves, which last forever.
Tigers roared and wolves howled in the distance, night birds flew in fright in the forest, and there was a bloody field in the peach forest, with a strong fishy smell.
The girl went on a killing spree, killing people who stood in the way, and killing Buddhas when they stood in the way of the Buddha. The long whip cracked in the air, the sound was like the King of Hell calling for life, and Shura seduced the soul, all the way towards the end of the peach forest where the swordsmen were the first to come out.
When her energy was exhausted, she finally stopped, holding the whip and slowing down her pace.
Seeing her walking towards her, the six men holding swords stared at her angrily, not daring to move rashly.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped and said in a cold voice: "Where is your leader?"
"Who the hell are you!" a man said.
"You keep insisting on giving me the surname 'Qiao', but now you ask me who I am?"
"Are you really Qiao Yanchi?!"
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows: "Looking at your situation, you don't believe it?"
You look at me, I look at you, and you look back at the girl.
"...So," one person asked suspiciously, "where are you from?"
"Want to know? Take me to see your leader. I will answer whatever he asks."
"Did you come out of that wooden house?!" another person said.
"That's what you think." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Impossible!" the man frowned, "Then there is only one way down there. Did you come down from Peach Forest and Bamboo Garden? What about the Jin brothers? Are they also dead?"
"I didn't kill them." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Then where are they now?"
Xia Zhaoyi regained his strength, took half a step forward, and said coldly: "Don't you understand me? I've stressed again and again, take me to see your leader."
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, sisters! My favorite festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival!
