The sun hung in the sky as if through some barrier, vague and hazy. The stifling air turned people into rice in a rice cooker, and the village, overgrown with weeds, was silent as death.
The cicadas screamed, their cries tearing at the heart, while the high temperatures crinkled the edges of the green leaves.
The dim sky brewed a thunderstorm.
In the afternoon, vast dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, pressing down relentlessly. In just a few seconds, the sky darkened, hot winds swirling up yellow dust, and small sandstones ‘clattered’ against the doors and windows.
A storm was imminent…
Half an hour later, the first rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
The young general wore a golden beast head belt around his waist, a long spear with black iron rings gripped in his hand, lying flat on the ground.
He didn’t wear a helmet or his long feather crown, only tying his hair and adorning his forehead with an embroidered band. He relaxed his whole body, hiding behind a large tree and unkempt grass on the outskirts of the silent village.
This village had just been developed, surrounded by trees, grass, and rocks.
On the other side, Wen Fengjin, who had concealed his presence, also looked towards the village with an indifferent expression.
“Haha, it seems he hasn’t been idle for these twenty-some years, with so many puppets and weapons,” An Xie exclaimed with a click of his tongue. The young man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, his face smiling, but his dark eyes were intimidating. He turned his head to look at Wen Fengjin beside him.
“Senior Wen, what do you think? This seems to be more serious than we anticipated.”
Wen Fengjin remained silent, his long and narrow eyes with peculiar pupils staring ahead. A touch of crimson appeared on his brow, and his silver hair cascaded down from his red jade crown, incredibly magnificent.
After a moment of silence, his slender hand reached into the inner pocket of his long sleeve and took out a small bottle, tossing it to An Xie.
“Take this.”
“What is it?” An Xie caught it effortlessly, shaking the bottle of green jade.
Wen Fengjin: “This is one of the treasures from my tomb palace. When you are on the brink of death, take it, and you will recover substantially. It was concocted by alchemists to resurrect my shixiong. However, since both my shixiong and I consumed the elixir, its effect on me is minimal. There are a total of seventeen pills inside.”
That year, he amassed the finest treasures from all over the world, countless rare and precious items, and recruited talents and experts. His tomb palace was magnificent and vast, stretching across an entire land of good feng shui, with rare treasures inside as numerous as grains of sand, with pearls and gold as common as dirt.
Even the fish pearls that could restore sight to the blind were given by Wen Fengjin in the hundreds to Wang Xiaomie as small ornaments for his hair.
His long eyes narrowed, now transformed into crimson-colored pupils, and he glanced at An Xie with a smirk.
“Enough to die seventeen times over.”
An Xie let out a soft whistle.
“Good stuff.”
No wonder, a hundred years later, even the royal clan had never been overly extravagant! It turned out that a century ago, everything had already been plundered clean by this guy.
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An Xie was momentarily stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.
“I admire you brainy folks, and at the same time, I hate you brainy folks the most. Even before the game has started, in your eyes, it’s already over.”
Wen Fengjin glanced at him indifferently, saying nothing.
“Haha, my little emperor at home is the same. If he hadn’t schemed against me and betrayed me, obediently been with me back then, he wouldn’t have ended up with his legs broken, becoming a Huangquan couple with me,” An Xie said with a chuckle. He reined in his smile, a surge of bloody aura rising around him. As if he didn’t care about it anymore after finishing his words, he casually twisted open the seal on the medicine bottle, pouring out a small pill into his palm.
The small pill was scarlet, emitting a pungent odor. While murmuring about its good quality, An Xie used his fingers to pull out a red string from his collar.
On the red string hung an old embroidered sachet with mandarin ducks, its golden threads unraveling and its edges worn, yet An Xie still carefully kept it close to his body.
The small pill rolled into the sachet from his tilted palm, the red string was tied, and An Xie put it back where it belonged.
Thunder rumbled from the distant sky, gradually growing louder.
“Let’s go,” Wen Fengjin said, his expression serious as he was about to charge out, but he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve by An Xie.
“Wait! Wait!”
“What’s wrong?” Wen Fengjin shook off his hand, furrowing his brow.
An Xie scratched his face, holding the medicine bottle and shaking it in front of them.
“I suddenly thought of an issue. It’s been a thousand years since this medicine was made, it won’t expire, right…”
“……”
Wen Fengjin looked at An Xie’s wide eyes with a cold smile, then turned and swung his sleeve, rushing towards the nearest puppet around the village.
Feeling the ice blade-like piercing gaze rake over him, An Xie awkwardly rubbed his nose and watched as Wen Fengjin charged forward. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and effortlessly wielded his spear in a flourish. His flexible armor didn’t hinder his movements at all. In that moment, the carefree young man transformed into a bloodthirsty warrior.
“Senior Wen, wait for me!” he shouted with a grin, waving his spear as he swiftly lunged like a tiger towards another monster puppet!
The thunder grew louder.
Thick clouds piled up, with blue and purple lightning streaking through them. The door of the wooden house was wide open, facing the outside. Several one-eyed puppets hung their heads low, dragging weapons around.
A pot of hot tea sat on a tall table. Yi Yan sat in the main seat, smiling as he gazed outside.
The girl Xiao An wore a white short-sleeved Doraemon blouse and a blue vest with a short skirt. She sat on a wooden chair to the side, swinging her legs, holding a long pink “magic wand” in her soft small hands.
Bai Yu didn’t look at her or Yi Yan. He gripped the wooden puppet representing Wang Xiaomie, his expression vacant, his eyes unfocused.
Behind him, Wang Xiaomie and Little Purple Hair, tucked inside a cloth sack, leaned against the wall, their backs against it.
Little Purple Hair grumbled softly, while Wang Xiaomie’s gentle and delicate face remained expressionless. His once warm and lively eyes now stared blankly ahead, resembling an ordinary person who had lost their senses and had something wrong with their head.
In reality, Wang Xiaomie’s heart felt as if it were being roasted over a fire with anxiety and impatience.
With so many one-eyed monsters outside, he hoped that Xiao Wenzi and An Xie would be safe…
Not long after he had just discovered that the so-called villagers were all monsters created by Yi Yan, Bai Yu took him and Little Purple Hair to the wooden house where Yi Yan was located.
Seeing Yi Yan’s confident demeanor, Wang Xiaomie’s feelings were like the weather outside, especially since he always had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
The stifling air felt like hot wind, the overcast sky making it difficult to breathe. Suddenly, Yi Yan’s action of drinking tea paused, his white braid mixed with black hair hanging behind his head, a few strands of hair falling down his brow and slender eyes, softening his shrewd demeanor.
He moved his lips slightly, placing the tea cup gently on the coffee table beside him.
His gaze then shifted to the entrance of the village.
“They’re here,” he said calmly, his slender eyes curving into crescents.
They’re here?
Wen Fengjin and An Xie are here?!
Wang Xiaomie secretly glanced outside while they had their backs turned, and Little Purple Hair seemed to sense something too. Its roars weakened, and it moved uneasily inside the cloth bag.
The wide-open door faced the outside, providing an unobstructed view of the spacious area. The monster puppets outside seemed to perceive something, just like Yi Yan. They had just been hanging their heads and dragging huge cleavers, but now they all stood upright, eerily turning their heads toward the same direction with a sinister and terrifying expression, revealing their huge red single eyes that occupied their entire faces.
The inorganic eyeballs rolled around, hands gripping the cleaver handles, the tips of the cleavers touching the ground.
Yi Yan and Bai Yu also looked in that direction. Xiao An, the lovely girl, had no expression on her delicate face. She jumped off the chair, holding a pink full-size “magic wand” in her hand.
The aura emanating from her, along with her fierce posture, made her look as if she were holding a magic wand as powerful as a brick.
Wang Xiaomie estimated that his skills would probably not last even ten rounds against her Balala Demon Fairy Wand, and he would likely end up pinned to the ground for rescue.
With the background of dark clouds, thunder, strong winds, and lightning, everyone waited with various emotions, preparing for a battle where blood would flow and survival would be uncertain.
“Crack!”
The blue-purple lightning flashing within the dark clouds seemed like the sky had cracked open, revealing a gaping wound! It was followed by a deafening thunder that made one cringe!
He’s here…
Wang Xiaomie stared blankly in that direction; it wasn’t anything specific, just a feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, the crisp sound of clashing metal broke the silence!
Two one-eyed puppets flew in from outside, crashing into the door frame of the hall!
Their limbs were torn, blue liquid spilling out from inside, splattering on the ground like flesh and blood, their parts scattered everywhere like pieces of a corpse!
Something unknown rolled to Wang Xiaomie’s fingertips.
But at that moment, Wang Xiaomie didn’t have time to look down. His gaze was fixed firmly on the approaching figure.
“Fengjin…”
Wang Xiaomie called out his name in his heart.
He didn’t know if there was such a thing as two hearts beating as one, but at that moment, Wen Fengjin’s gaze also accurately landed on him, even though he was in a room more than fifty meters away, even though he was crouched behind other people.
In the midst of such a tiny gap, their eyes still met.
Wen Fengjin mouthed to him.
Don’t be afraid.
He silently said: Shixiong, I’ve come to take you home.
At that moment, Wang Xiaomie felt a sudden tightness in his chest, accompanied by a sensation so poignant it brought tears to his eyes.
It was like going back to the past when a naive wolf cub, oblivious to the ways of the world, carried him up an unreachable path of survival. He had said the same thing then.
He said, “Shixiong, I will make sure you survive.”
“……”
I’ll wait for you. I trust you, whether it’s back then or today.
I’ve always known, there’s a person with an obsession named Wen Fengjin. He can traverse mountains and rivers, he can transcend life and death and time, and in the end, he’ll stand by my side…
The sound of clapping erupted.
Yi Yan applauded Wen Fengjin and An Xie, “Welcome, my guests! From twenty years ago to today, there have been many grievances between us. Today is the perfect opportunity. Regardless of who dies here, everything will come to an end today. To celebrate, I’ve prepared many little gifts for you.”
After speaking, he politely and courteously performed a gentlemanly salute from a past era towards Wen Fengjin and An Xie, then snapped his fingers.
A crisp sound rang out.
Nearby wooden houses suddenly opened, and in the darkness, one-eyed puppets stared at them with glowing red eyes.
“Let’s begin,” Yi Yan said with a light chuckle as he lifted his teacup.
Okay but the way the author described is thrilling, I haven’t been excited for a novel scene in ages!
Thanks for the chapter <3333
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