Wenwen

The blue-faced, red-eyed man spoke at extremely close range to Sun Dage. His exhaled breath fell on his face—rank and foul. His eyes rolled back, and in sheer terror he couldn’t control himself, pissing his pants with a splatter. The man holding him looked instantly disgusted. He pressed his left hand against the back of Sun Dage’s head and slammed him into the stone wall by the doorframe. A loud bang! Brains burst, and he died quick and clean. “Father!” the boy cried out. His legs went soft as noodles, unable to support him, and he plopped down onto the ground. Old Master Sun stumbled backward, shouting at the top of his lungs: “Murder… murder! Murder!!!” He also wanted to wake Zhou Qingmei up. They had seen the great heroes of jianghu. In their eyes, these people might be hopelessly stupid, but they often had a chivalrous heart. Seeing such a scene, they would surely not ignore it. At the same time, the two at the door had already entered the courtyard. After Old Master Sun finished shouting, his vision swam, and he saw the two who had just stepped into the courtyard were now right before his eyes. In sudden terror, he gasped deeply, rolled his eyes back, stretched out his toes, and dropped dead on the spot. The two who had come had originally planned to attack separately, one each. But they hadn’t expected the old man to be so fragile—dead at once. The man who had grabbed Old Master Sun withdrew his hand, chagrined. The other man casually lifted the boy. Everything happened so fast that by the time the child reacted, he was already seized by the head and lifted into the air. He spoke in a sinister tone: “Zhou Qingmei, you are a true disciple of Zhujige Pavilion—do you only dare to hide inside and watch the show? If you don’t come out again, I’ll crush this boy to death!” Fang Shuwen and Zhou Qingmei had indeed been watching the show, and enjoying it thoroughly. None of the Sun family were good people, so this was comeuppance. They hadn’t expected there to be their own business inside. The two exchanged a glance, and saw Fang Shuwen slightly raise his brow: “Can we get a read on these two?” Zhou Qingmei shook her head. There were far too many strange people and strange things in jianghu. But people as eccentric as these two were not common. Given their appearance and methods, there was no reason not a word about them had spread. Yet Zhou Qingmei had never heard of such two people. Fang Shuwen nodded, pushed open the window, and dove straight out. Zhou Qingmei followed closely. After landing, she looked up at the two: “You’re looking for me?” But their gazes only swept over Zhou Qingmei before landing on Fang Shuwen. Their blood-colored eyes held some uncertainty. Just as Fang Shuwen was growing impatient, one of them spoke: “No, impossible.” “Yeah, he’s so young, how could it be?” “Did we guess wrong?” “But it seems there’s no one else skilled beside Zhou Qingmei?” “Could it be a passing expert?” “Wenwen?” “Wenwen!” The two spoke one sentence each, completely disregarding Fang Shuwen and Zhou Qingmei. Here, they both looked at Zhou Qingmei: “Who helped you kill Black Granny?” Black Granny!? Zhou Qingmei instantly knew who they meant—the one in the woods, digging his own grave in the pouring rain. And this matter, she probably wouldn’t forget even many years later. After all, she’d seen many people dig graves for others, but digging one’s own grave was truly rare. So that person was called Black Granny? These two were actually from the Black Fiend Cult? Although Zhou Qingmei had already guessed when they spoke up and told her to come out, she still couldn’t quite believe it. She and Fang Shuwen had spent so long in the deep mountains and old forests. They had only just come out, and the Black Fiend Cult was already at their door? How on earth had they found them? She suddenly said to Fang Shuwen: “Smell me.” Fang Shuwen took a step back, his face full of refusal: “I’ve protected you all the way—why do you want to harm me?” Zhou Qingmei’s face reddened: “I suspect that black-robed man left a mark on me that night; otherwise, how could they have followed us here?” “A mark… not necessarily on your body?” Fang Shuwen silently looked up: “Or maybe, hanging in the sky.” “In the sky?” Zhou Qingmei subconsciously looked up, and an eagle’s cry suddenly rang out on the horizon. She had heard this sound many times recently. She had thought it was just a mountain raptor like a falcon, but now she and Fang Shuwen had left that mountain, and the falcon was still following? “Could it be we’re being watched by these beasts?” “Wenwen?” “Wenwen!” The two spoke one sentence each, completely disregarding the man holding the child hostage: “Is the beast in the sky your eyes and ears?” Such behavior naturally angered people. The man holding the child raised his arm horizontally, his five fingers silently exerting force: “If you don’t say who killed Black Granny, I’ll kill this little bastard.” In pain and fear, the child screamed again and again. Tears and snot streamed down: “Brother, sister, save me!!” The man holding him, with a fierce grin, said: “Did you hear that? He’s asking you to save him.” “Heard it, heard it, so noisy.” Fang Shuwen waved his hand: “Why don’t you just finish him quickly?” “?” The man hesitated, exchanged a glance with his companion, thinking they might have the wrong person—this man was so ruthless, how could he be from a reputable orthodox sect? Could he be one of us? The other man wanted to struggle a bit more; he raised his hand and directly broke one of the child’s arms. The shrill scream echoed far under the night curtain. The man shouted angrily: “Still not talking?” Fang Shuwen rolled his eyes, suddenly stepped forward—before he arrived, the force came first—and a large hand came slapping over. The man opposite turned darker and darker, the blood in his eyes so rich it nearly dripped. He also shouted angrily, flipped his palm, and sent it out. The two palms met, and it was like a giant stone striking an iron mountain, sending up a tremendous roar. The blue-faced red-eyed man, in the next instant, was sent flying backward. Fang Shuwen looked somewhat surprised at his own palm—this man was harder than he had expected. But he immediately stepped forward, and before the man landed, grabbed him by the throat in one go, turned, and was already back at Zhou Qingmei’s side, coldly looking at the one opposite and saying: “Speak, is the thing in the sky your eyes and ears? If you don’t speak, I’ll crush him to death!!”