While the demonic cultivator and Kan Wenxiao exchanged blows fiercely, Jian Xiuyun carried Xiao Xi’er out of the city and walked towards the mountains in according to her instructions.
Although it was night and the surroundings were obscured by darkness, Jian Xiuyun could still feel that this was a very beautiful mountain.
Rows of trees were neatly arranged, with sycamores planted along the winding path.
Soon, they came to the cave that Xiao Xi’er mentioned.
From the outside, there seemed to be nothing special about it.
The cave entrance was about the height of one person. Vines of dark green color hung down from the stoned wall, forming a natural curtain.
Jian Xiuyun put Xiao Xi’er down, holding her hand as they walked inside.
However, as soon as he touched the vines, pain shot out from his hand and he retreated in shock.
Xiao Xi’er was startled and asked quickly, “What’s wrong?”
Jian Xiuyun rubbed his hands, reassuring her with a smile, “It’s alright, it’s just a barrier.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a translucent arc-shaped barrier gradually appeared in the original entrance, as if to prove his words.
This barrier was set up with great care. Even Jian Xiuyun took a long time to deactivate it.
When the barrier shattered, for some reason, a very light groan sounded in his ear.
The sound was so faint that even the gender could not be distinguished. Jian Xiuyun rubbed his ears, thinking that he must be hallucinating.
The barrier had been removed, and there were no more obstacles in front of them.
The two of them walked into the cave one after the other.
The first half was pitch black, no different from an ordinary cave. After walking for about a stick of incense time, it finally brightened.
This should be the end of the cave, arranged like a room.
A mahogany glass-patterned bed was placed in the center, surrounded by red curtains. The shadows were dim and it was difficult to get a glimpse inside.
Jian Xiuyun asked Xiao Xi’er to stay where she was, and took a step forward, reaching out to lift the gauze curtain.
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Like the Zhao family’s store, the surroundings were all red.
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Jian Xiuyun’s eyes descended from his face down to his fair and slender neck, graceful curves falling into the collar.
Suddenly, Jian Xiuyun’s expression condensed, and he seemed to have discovered something.
He reached out and untied the collars of the robes.
It seemed that all the beauty only existed above the collarbone. Below, a long and ugly knife mark ran across the neck sockets on both sides, forming an ugly line.
Jian Xiuyun figured something out and moved his hand downwards.
The clothes worn by the young master were very loose, only held together by buckles on the side of his neck and a belt.
Jian Xiuyun pulled the belt, and the silk robes came undone. The silk material slid down like water, revealing beneath it a body that was obviously spliced together.
One of the two arms was thin and white, while the other was thick and dark. They were not coordinated at all, but were stitched to the same person.
“Brother!” Xiao Xi’er suddenly shouted from the side.
Jian Xiuyun’s thoughts were pulled back, and he quickly turned around to catch her, but she pulled away from him.
Xiao Xi’er half-knelt by the bed. Seeing the young master’s body, her face had no traces of fear. Instead, she reached out and held his right arm, sobbing.
Jian Xiuyun recalled Zhao Yu’s body missing the right arm and understood instantly.
Xiao Xi’er lowered her head, hugged the arm tightly with both hands and wept bitterly, choking with sobs, “This…it’s my brother’s hand….there is a mole on the back of his hand…”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t know how to comfort her.
He sighed, raised his hand and gently stroked Xiao Xi’er’s head, as if this could provide her some comfort.
After a while, the sounds of her crying faded.
She grasped Jian Xiuyun’s sleeve, looking up at him with wet eyes and a lost gaze, “Brother Immortal, I want to take my brother’s arm back.”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t feel too surprised.
How could the body, hair and skin be easily damaged by his parents?
His body was so mutilated that it would be difficult for him to buried in peace.
Jian Xiuyun turned his head and looked at the person lying on the bed. Although his body was made up with spliced pieces, they were stitched with great care. It could be seen that they put a lot of thought into it. They probably wanted to resurrect this person.
He just couldn’t make sense of why they didn’t make a good body for him, but instead made it so nondescript.
But naturally no one gave him an answer.
“Alright.” Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, but agreed.
After all, it was originally Zhao Yu’s arm, so it could be considered as returning it to its original owner.
He asked Xiao Xi’er to stand up and step aside, raising his sword.
However, at this moment, a sharp wind struck from behind him.
Jian Xiuyun sensed it in time and quickly dodged it.
When he stilled, he realized that it was the demonic cultivator who had returned.
He looked seriously injured, and his clothes were torn in several places. Although his attire was black, it could still be seen that it had darkened at some areas, and blood was still oozing from the corner of his lips.
The demonic cultivator looked at the man’s clothes scattered on the bed, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to tie the belt.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the scene strangely. The demonic cultivator seemed to attach great importance to the person on the bed, and he wondered what their relationship was.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly spoke from beside him, “Shizun.”
Jian Xiuyun turned around and saw Kan Wenxiao.
Seeing that the demonic cultivator was gravely wounded, Jian Xiuyun was a little worried about Kan Wenxiao and turned around to check, “Are you injured?”
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched his waist, his hand was grabbed.
Jian Xiuyun looked up and saw Kan Wenxiao looking at him with a smile and said, “I’m not injured, it’s him who is.”
“That’s good.” Jian Xiuyun withdrew his hand and told him in a low voice everything he had seen and heard.
After Kan Wenxiao finished listening, he nodded and said, “It seems we are not far from the truth.”
Jian Xiuyun turned to look at him, “Do you have a way to force the truth out of him?”
Kan Wenxiao leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I’ll take down the demonic cultivator, and you go grab the person lying on the bed.”
Jian Xiuyun immediately understood what he was planning and responded, “Alright.”
The two glanced at each other and acted at the same time.
Kan Wenxiao grasped Pingsheng tightly and stabbed straight at the demonic cultivator.
When the demonic cultivator heard the clamor, he hugged the person on the bed and picked him up, trying to get out.
But since he was holding a corpse, he couldn’t hold his sword, and his movements were much slower. He was soon forced into a corner by Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun was waiting for the opportunity and stabbed at one of his hands with his sword. The demonic cultivator’s hand immediately went limp.
The person in his arms fell straight down.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun snatched the person over.
The demonic cultivator’s pupils dilated instantly and he glared at Jian Xiuyun, obviously furious.
Summoning his sword, he was ready to rush over like a madman, but was stopped by Kan Wenxiao.
Although he tried his best, he was still no match for Kan Wenxiao.
Kan Wenxiao stabbed his lower abdomen, and the man fell to the ground.
Kan Wenxiao took a step forward, raised the cold blade of his sword against his neck, and asked coldly, “What are you planning to do? Spill!”
The demonic cultivator leaned against the rock wall, covering the bleeding wound with his hand. He panted and gasped for air, but did not reply.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Kan Wenxiao, a sinister smile painting his lips.
Jian Xiuyun got a sense of foreboding from that expression.
Sure enough, the next moment, thick black energy suddenly erupted from the demonic cultivator’s body, and he shed a layer of human skin as if he was simply taking off his clothes.
And the black energy condensed into the shape of a sword, passed through Kan Wenxiao’s body, and rushed straight towards Jian Xiuyun.
Thank you for the chapter.
Ahhh another cliff hanger 🥲
Where did this strange guy come from to ruin the day.
Thank you for the chapter!
so many interrogations, I love how it’s evolving