Chapter 48 Survivors
The bloody evil flowed, and as the evil aura of death grew, the evil sword in An Jing's hand became much more condensed.
Although the enhancement is only temporary, it is indeed a magical power that the more you kill, the more you can appreciate its subtleties. The churning evil energy can make Anjing understand the nature of his own magical power more deeply.
"good!"
Seeing this scene, Sword Spirit raised his voice at the moment and praised: "Such a neat method of slaying demons, he is indeed the 'sword holder' I have waited for for so many years."
"An Jing, your martial arts talent is beyond my imagination."
"Thank you for the compliment." An Jing took a deep breath, but the blood in his eyes became thicker. He said calmly: "But it's not time to be happy yet. After a while, Professor Han and the others haven't gone back, so there will definitely be people coming."
“We have to pick up the pace.”
Saying this, Anjing stepped towards the dungeon.
But halfway, he saw the dark golden vessel that fell aside.
The life-saving dish was quietly dumped on the ground, and more than twenty large blood elixirs rolled down all over the ground.
An Jing paused. He thought of the medicinal paste in the water tank and the faces. The blood in his eyes filled his eyes. He then raised his sword and headed towards the life-giving vessel.
Boom!
The evil sword waved, and the dark golden treasure vessel was penetrated. The expressionless An Jing felt a strange touch, which was the feeling of extremely tough flesh and blood.
The pierced vessel made a wailing sound, its luster faded, and turned into an ordinary black iron vessel.
But the evil sword in An Jing's hand lit up with a dark golden luster, and the blood surged, obliterating it. The luster of the evil sword was much dimmed, but it was also purer, and even had a hint of profoundness.
An Jing also had a vague 'feeling' in his heart about how to control this deep and evil energy. He doesn't know the principles and only relies on instinct, so it's just feeling.
"Can you also control the Soul Demon?"
The sword spirit's voice was a little surprised: "Blood Evil is from Killing. It's not surprising that your fate star 'Ying Huo' can be controlled, but Hun Evil is one of the Spirit Evils, subordinate to the 'Zhen Sui Two Stars'... Are you not a simple fate star of Ying Huo?" "
The sword spirit came to the same conclusion as the owner of the medicine village, but he didn't care: "As expected of my sword holder, the fate of awakening is extraordinary."
"I don't understand much about this. They seem to be quite excited." An Jing shook his head slightly and continued to walk towards the dungeon.
With his current strength, he no longer needs a key to open the door.
The condensed blood evil sword light flashed, and the iron lock was destroyed.
An Jing opened the door and walked from the light into hell.
Dark and gloomy. The air was filled with the rotten smell of death, and the uneven bluestone floor was covered with blood scabs, with dark traces crisscrossing it.
Wail, cry. The voices of the children in the dungeon have long been weak. The demon sect used ruthless water to suppress their ability to move, making their hands and feet paralyzed and their movements slow. Even if they want to commit suicide, they have no strength.
Click! An Jing cut open the door of the outermost cell with a sword. The person inside was a skinny girl. She raised her head and looked at An Jing numbly. In addition to fear, there was a hint of madness in her eyes: "You, you are... …”
"I am An Jing. Senior brother."
An Jing said this. He was a little ashamed to mention this name. The name given by the Demon Cult was extremely ironic to him, because he had not accomplished anything and rescued many children.
But now, in order to let them recognize him as quickly as possible, he still used this name to comfort him: "I'm here to save you, get out quickly, the dungeon is not safe."
"Eldest Brother...Eldest Brother...wow——"
After a brief hesitation, she recognized An Jing, hugged An Jing's hand, and cried loudly, her voice almost howling.
An Jing couldn't tell how much emotion there was in this cry. He could only imagine the days and nights he spent imprisoned in this dungeon, the loneliness and fear of watching his companions and friends being taken out of the dungeon and disappearing one by one. And those resistances, those bloods, those rolling heads...
"I'll take you away."
An Jing promised in a low voice. He held the sword in one hand and supported the body, which was almost as light as a skeleton, with the other hand and sent him out of the dungeon.
Then comes the next person. Next one. Until the last one. There are only eleven boys and girls alive in the dungeon. There should have been four more people, but they died. Today was the day of the ritual ceremony, and they were raided by the Red Armor Guards. No one sent food or medicine, so they died before Anjing arrived.
Two hundred and forty-eight children were sent to the mountains.
One hundred and eight of them were selected to participate in the ceremony, and sixty-six survived.
One hundred and forty people were eliminated, and I don't know how many of them were imprisoned in the dungeon and became the slave material for the flesh and blood medicine. In the end, eleven people survived.
Among the seventy-seven survivors, fourteen chose to follow Bai Qinghan and join the Demon Cult, leaving sixty-two in the end.
If the ruthless water hadn't suppressed the spirit and body of these dungeon children, even the children who had experienced the frost disaster in Northern Xinjiang would not have been able to endure months of dungeon life, and they would have definitely suffered a mental breakdown.
But now, because their minds were still under the influence of the medicine, these children were relatively 'obedient' and followed An Jing's instructions and came outside the dungeon.
Probably because the Demon Cult also needs these boys and girls to make medicine. Although the children are skinny, they are actually in better condition than when they fled in northern Xinjiang, but there is no fat.
After leaving the dungeon, they all recovered a little strength, but their eyes couldn't see light and needed to adapt.
"I know there is a path leading outside the manor...wait?"
An Jing originally wanted to lead the survivors out of Xuanming Village as soon as possible, but he soon frowned.
He heard footsteps, which were rapid. He didn't know whether they were retreating or rushing: "There is someone..."
An Jing jumped up and used the support of the shanty to reach the wall. He saw a group of demon sect men approaching the dungeon along the road.
"Five horsemen to protect you... Are there any Red Armored Guards pursuing you behind?"
An Jing narrowed his eyes, feeling the inner energy still surging in his body, as well as the sharper evil sword: "It seems that there is no way to avoid it."
"You guys stay here and protect yourselves."
After giving instructions to the survivors behind him, Anjing raised his legs and took a step forward.
Smoke and dust rose up, and his figure disappeared.
"An Jing?"
The Demon Cult team, which was retreating to Dongshan Grange, noticed the commotion. The leader was a rider. He knew An Jing, so he was a little surprised: "You are not attending a ritual ceremony..."
Halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed, because he saw An Jing's calm and almost indifferent expression, and saw the evil sword in An Jing's hand.
And, he thought about Anjing's location in Dongzhuang, and what his current expression represented: "Wait, please listen to my explanation, those medicines..."
Before he finished speaking, the rider reached for the crossbow on his waist, looked around and used his eyes to hint to his companions to take action.
But he didn't notice that An Jing's eyes turned from calm to disappointed.
He didn't notice that the other four people looked at him with extremely horrified looks.
What's wrong?
Before he could pick up the hand crossbow and fire it, his body had already tilted, and half of his body fell to the ground. Blood splashed all over the ground, and his eyes completely disappeared.
"I didn't want to take action...why can't you just run away when you see me?"
The evil sword was bright, and he killed the enemy with one strike before he could take action. An Jing strode forward and stepped on the rider's body, crushing his spine.
"Are you going to take action too?"
Said softly, he held the sword and continued to walk towards the Demon Cult group whose expressions suddenly changed and they subconsciously retreated.
(End of chapter)