Volume 1 Huangquan December, Chapter 8: Chasing the Murder Across Thousands of Miles
The misty clouds carry the heavy Milky Way, as if a downpour will fall from the sky in the next second.
Everything is wet. Every grass, every stone, every flower and every tree is covered with a layer of moisture under the dark sky. Even the dust in the dilapidated temples on the roadside has absorbed enough moisture in the air, like a layer of moisture.
It clings to the tables and chairs like mud and sand, and the Buddha statue that no one cares about.
She is here alone.
The temple was very quiet, but when she stepped in, she saw mottled footsteps on the dust all over the ground.
She turned sideways and walked forward, letting the shadows avoid them. These footprints were relatively small and did not look like those of adults. But they looked more like animals than humans. In addition to the neat toes, there were also dragging feet on both sides.
Weird long shadow.
——The pace has no outward direction.
She shouldn't be alone here.
Walking to the Buddha statue in the middle, she looked over. She didn't know who was enshrined here, but she saw the Buddha statue staring angrily, as if criticizing something.
boom!
The dilapidated door suddenly closed tightly.
The moment she turned back, the windows were closed in response. A series of chains that came from nowhere were overwhelming, tightly sealing all the doors and windows in the temple, making the inside airtight. The metal collided with each other.
The sounds were endless and deafening. Sparks flashed out from the friction of the iron chains, causing everything in the room to burn out.
Click, click, crunch——
In this darkness, in an instant, she pulled out the weapon from the umbrella barrel at her waist. When she shook her hand, the evil energy from the sword swept across the altar table. The sword energy hit the chains that were crisscrossed like spider silk, making a crisp sound.
sound.
The chain was not cut off, but immediately after, the half of the Buddha's head that had just been hit fell sideways and fell into pieces from the left eyebrow to the corner of the right lip.
Half of a young man's body was immediately exposed in front of her eyes.
The young man stepped across the section of the Buddha statue and landed straight on a horizontal chain in the air, making a clanging sound.
He looks about ten years old, looks very thin, and his black hair is a little curly. I don't know if he is born with it or if he has never taken care of it. He is wearing a long black and green coat with vermilion trim.
It's a good material. But further down, he is barefoot, which is completely different from the identity that this piece of clothing should convey.
The difference that is more eye-catching than this is the chains around him.
The neck, shoulders, arms, knees, and the whole body were all scattered and bound by thin but strong chains.
Like a prisoner.
And those golden eyes clearly told the fact that this person was not an ordinary person.
"You are really a troublesome sister. I heard that you chased me for more than a thousand miles."
"Where is he?"
In the darkness, she raised her weapon and refused to talk nonsense to him.
"Well, who are you talking about, sister?"
The young man hung on top of the iron chain and thought hard for a long time.
"Where is he."
She just repeated.
The young man seemed to have remembered something and suddenly said:
"Oh, oh - you mean him. Who knows where he is?"
She jumped up and slashed straight at the young man's figure. However, two chains rose from both sides and crossed in front of her. She turned over temporarily and stepped on the intersection of the chains with one foot, but the strength in her hands was not enough.
It was weakened a bit. By the time she struck the young man's position, he had already escaped to another chain.
Although it can't be called a battle of swords and swords, it can be said to be full of dangers, which makes people dare not slack off in the slightest. There are layers of murderous intent among the lightning and flint, and every move she makes is with a force that can kill people.
Although, she can't kill him yet; although, he is not human either.
The Six Paths of Impermanence - Yayoi Yayoi Yingzuki-kun.
As the mediator of the three realms, he actually kidnapped his master and severely injured everyone in the master's sect. Every time she thought of her senior brother's instructions in a pool of blood, and in addition to her grief, an unquenchable anger surged in her heart.
At the nearest inn, I heard news that a "barefoot boy dragging a chain" was haunting.
Although this move was not her original purpose, she vaguely felt that she could use it to find the whereabouts of her master. But obviously, not only did she not get any valuable information at the moment, but she actually teased this annoying kid, which was really disappointing.
Big fire.
It should be said that this is not a fair duel. Yingyue Jun sealed the venue in this small room and used the advantage of the demon-binding rope to create a favorable space for himself. Besides, no matter how dilapidated the temple is, it should be a peaceful place.
If possible, she didn't want to wreak havoc here - although, the incomplete Buddha statue showed that it seemed to be a step too late.
She gripped the handle of the weapon, and quickly thought of countermeasures while pressing forward step by step against Yingyue-kun.
Is there any shikigami that can take action at this moment?
Suddenly, three chains formed a regular triangle shape, tightly binding the weapon in her hand. When she focused on her hand, more long chains came straight at her, one of which hit her.
The pain on my cheekbone was excruciating. When I regained consciousness, my entire body was firmly locked.
"What should I do? I shouldn't kill people, but my sister is really annoying and is really getting in the way."
Ying Yuejun pretended to be deep in thought and approached step by step, and the chain made a sound as it rubbed on the ground. The light that barely penetrated through the gap between the door and window illuminated the flying dust very vividly, and it danced with joy between the two people's crossed eyes.
"Return the sect master to us!"
"That's not okay. Only he knows the whereabouts of Wakizashi. It's such a pity that my sister was born so beautiful."
Before she could understand what he wanted to say in the second half of his sentence, he explained:
"There are three hundred disciples of the Snow Inkstone Sect, if one of them gets lost, no one will find out, right?"
The moment before she had the attack, along with the crisp sound of the roof tiles breaking, a ball of red fire passed between the two of them.
A faint light shone from the roof, and then the whole temple became brightly lit. It was not the faint light from the sky, but the blazing fire like lava, which spread suddenly the moment it touched the ground, like a splash.
of blood.
Everything burned. The chains were hit somewhere, and the part that trapped her loosened. Before the heat of the flames could be transmitted, they were knocked off by the sword energy.
"Crossing out the names in the book of life and death in advance will make 'that adult' unhappy."
It was such a soft and gentle voice that she couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
The visitor did not know when he was standing on the shrine.
Looking up, he saw a pair of wooden clogs with red ribbons, a black yukata with red patterns, and a face with dark hair.
He is a good-looking man.
This conclusion was drawn not from the voice or appearance, but from the strong and fragrant evil spirit.
He is a very powerful male youkai - she made this conclusion.
But I have to say that his appearance is too deceptive. The corners of his bright red phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and there is a mole under his right eye. His long hair, as dark as the night, seems to have swallowed up all the light in the world.
Even the fireworks can't be reflected. This black hair is unknown how long, and it blends into the same extremely dark bathrobe. There is a large vermilion pattern printed on the hem of the garment. I don't know if it is a flower or a fire. The lines are domineering and wild.
People seem to be something alive, meandering on the cloth.
He was holding a thin, white cigarette rod in one hand, and he didn't know what it was made of.
"Tsk."
Yingyue Jun sighed in dissatisfaction. He continued:
"Brother Chang Ye is still as keen as ever on dogs taking advantage of mice."
The demon was not annoyed, he just smiled slightly, lowered his eyelids, and smoke curled out from the edges of his teeth like a breath.
"Yeah, but this mouse didn't obey the rules and ate the grain and rice he shouldn't have. He wanted to make his master angry."
"Stop using that adult to restrain me."
As she said this at any time, Yingyue Jun's expression and emphasis lost a little momentum. She noticed it.
"Just go with me and don't cause any more trouble."
"Wait!"
Seeing that the monster was about to take the bad guy away, she shouted so loudly.
The man turned his face sideways, but she could clearly see the contempt between his proud eyebrows.
"What's the matter?"
"You can't take him away! He has detained my master, the leader of the Xue Yan Sect, and he treats me as his own son. I have promised everyone in the master's sect that I will not return to the valley until I find out the whereabouts of my master!"
"Did you capture his master?" He turned to ask him.
The naughty child just smiled but said nothing. His face was really annoying.
"Well, it's not good that he arrested your leader. This is really distressing, but"
The flames burned fiercely, and surrounded by the fire, the man took a deep breath of cigarette, looking sad and confused.
But soon, as a cloud of white smoke slowly changed, that sincere expression disappeared in an instant, and then turned into strong ridicule and malice.
"What does it have to do with me."
He said it word by word.
Her complexion instantly turned livid. Although she expected that this person would not be able to say anything nice, she never expected such a vicious attitude. She stopped talking nonsense and fine-tuned her stance to prepare for the robbery. However, this small movement was quickly blocked.
Captured by her opponent, the moment before she made her move, a ball of blue-black flames that was hotter than the previous falling fire came towards her.
The man was probably furious. On the white arm of his free hand, slender and broken lines spread out. Blue light flowed and lingered like magma, condensing into a dazzling blue in the palm of his hand. At this moment, his eyebrows
A bright red flower appeared in the middle, shaped like a lotus.
Yingyue Jun expected that she would be severely injured.
However, when the fire light dissipated, they clearly saw a shield standing in front of her.
No, it's not a shield. But what's in the umbrella bucket is really an umbrella.
"Hey, what's the mystery behind this umbrella?" Ying Yuejun asked him.
"That's just an ordinary umbrella."
An ordinary plain oil-paper umbrella, dyed with an ordinary pattern of blowing snow and wind and waves.
The umbrella is an ordinary umbrella.
It’s hard to say what the mystery is under the umbrella.
"Hahaha, that's interesting."
The man suddenly let out a rustling laugh, as refreshing as the intertwining branches and leaves at night, so incompatible with the scenery of the sea of fire. The flower between his eyebrows dimmed, faded, and no traces could be seen.
The moment she rushed forward, a wall of fire rose from the ground. She instinctively stepped back and used her umbrella to cover the oncoming heat wave. When she felt that the temperature had dropped a little, she quickly closed the umbrella.
She is here alone.
There was no wall of fire anywhere. Looking around, I didn't see even a spark like incense. The only things left everywhere were the broken tables and chairs during the previous duel with Lord Yingyue, and half of the Buddha's head that was smashed to pieces.
.
She shouldn't be here alone.
Her hands that were shaking with rage were still clenched. She took a deep breath and rubbed her aching cheek. After trying to calm down, she pushed open the incomplete temple door.
A bit of cool breeze hit her face, raindrops kissed her face gently in twos and threes, and the pain where she was hit by the chain also eased a little.
Holding up her umbrella, she walked silently in the gentle drizzle.
Soon, this lonely shadow disappeared into the hazy rain and fog at the end of the road.
