Chapter 20 20. Liquidation (4.5k)
A thunderstorm woke up the drowsy old man.
He looked out the window. It was pouring rain outside. The sound of rain mixed with thunder, but the house was as quiet as death, as if the heavy rain separated the house from the rest of the world.
"Knock knock knock..." A clear knock on the door suddenly sounded, and the old man was startled.
The knock on the door echoed, and the old man's heartbeat also rose and fell, as if the knuckles were not knocking on the door, but on his heart.
"Master Li Qian?" A familiar voice sounded at the door. It was the nurse who had been following him.
This relieved him.
The elders in the ancestral land have all gone to the center of the imperial capital to make suggestions for their own businesses. They must find ways to deal with the red dragon problem. He even let go and cooperated with those bastards from the Zhao family. There are not many people left in the ancestral land now. He was too close to the medium that day and was burned by the strange purple fire. After returning from Taihang, my body was like a deflated rubber ball, and my life was passing rapidly. Naturally, his medical staff are by his side.
"Open the door." He told the person next to him.
After saying that, he noticed something was wrong. The place where someone should be standing guard was empty, only the cold air wandering in the room.
He shuddered violently.
"Knock, knock, knock..." The regular knocking on the door started again.
The old man thought of something and his pupils shrank sharply. A man who has lived for a hundred years never takes chances. He could guess that it was the one from Taihang Mountain who was coming.
He reached out to press the call button, but his wrist, which was like a rotten branch, was gently held.
That life was standing behind the old man, and Li Qian could feel the hot breath hitting his back, as hot as a ball of fire.
He sighed, put his hand back to its original position, and unplugged the infusion tube inserted into the back of his withered hand. Since the red dragon came here, it was the end of the world, and he couldn't escape it. But as the powerful person who has been at the helm of the Li family for decades, he does not want to face the ancient life in the Taihang Mountains with his current sick body.
The old man tried to straighten his body, but he was so old that even standing up was difficult.
The dragon-like creature casually moved a chair beside the old man and sat down.
The ferocious red tail swung randomly behind him.
"First time meeting, Mr. Li Qian." Li Xi'an greeted.
The old man stared at the terrifying life beside him. On his handsome cheeks were eyes burning with golden candlelight, and on his forehead were red horns like ancient trees. The mountain god of Taihang Mountain is Nanzhu. This is the nightmare of all of them, it is this creature that crushes their immortal dreams in the palm of their hands and grinds them into ashes.
The creature was laughing.
The dark golden pupils narrowed slightly, illuminating the outline around the eye sockets.
"He's here after all..." Li Qian's tone was calm, as if he was not the one who was about to die.
"You are very calm." Li Xi'an said.
"But what if I could give you a choice?"
"What?" The old man raised his eyelids.
"One, you die, and the young people live, and the other, the young people die, and you live. How about it, is it a great deal?"
When the old man met those golden eyes, it was as if a poisonous snake had wormed its way into his veins, and all the blood in his body went cold. The old man exhaled deeply. This creature was testing human nature, like a high-altitude king overlooking the hundreds of scenes in the world, but the lights reflected in the hundreds of scenes in the world were all toys for him to laugh at. If the king is in the mood, it doesn't matter how many actors die, and it doesn't matter how many actors live.
They were once the pinnacle of power in the world, but now they are ridiculous actors in the eyes of this creature.
"I'll choose one." Li Qian said solemnly.
"Why?" The creature's smile continued, "This is not a lie."
"I choose one." The old man didn't say another word, just repeated his choice.
Li Xi'an stood up, dragging the hem of his black clothes to the ground, and turned around to leave.
"So, I respect your choice." The dragon-like creature said, its golden eyes shining brightly in the dark room, "Good night, Mr. Li."
"I also hope you can keep your promise." The old man replied.
The young man was stunned.
"Of course."
He walked out of the house, raindrops fell on his palms, and the building collapsed behind him, like an invisible hand falling, twisting everything into pieces.
Greedy and selfless, afraid of death but willing to die generously...
People are still as complex as ever.
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The bustling center of the imperial capital is lined with high-rise buildings.
This was a crowded conference venue. The Zhao and Li families opened the entrance to the venue without any concealment, and a large number of people from society flocked in. On the surface, it was a business negotiation and cooperation meeting for young people from the two ethnic groups, but in fact, it was protected at all levels. In the darkness, the clan elders gathered together, and the number of people was even greater than during the trip to Taihang Mountain that day.
"What did the Gu family say?"
"There's no reply. That's the Gu family's chassis over there. We can't place our eyes arbitrarily, so we don't know what the old guys from the Gu family are doing."
"It shouldn't be." Some people wondered, "Old man Gu died in Taihang. Now the right to speak about the Gu family is in Gu Qantao's hands. According to his nature, he will not fail to come."
"It's okay. The Gu family's absence has no impact on us. All the rising people of their lineage are dead. If they hadn't taken care of the red dragon, they would have been eaten by everyone. It's also a pity that Mr. Gu and Juejian Gu Chuchu, who is not the king nowadays? ”
"The ancient sword can be fully driven in the hands of that girl. This is enough to be the best among the younger generation. You have never seen the killing appearance of the ancient sword in the sky, it is really terrifying."
"It is said that someone saw the man in the Taihang Mountains wielding dozens of bloody ancient swords?"
"It's not what I heard or saw, but my grandson was beheaded by that thing himself, and all the ancient artifacts were damaged!"
"So, who can still control ancient artifacts at will?"
The clan elders were silent. No one wanted to talk about that creature. It was so terrifying. Whenever I thought about it, it was like the shadow of a mountain weighing on my heart, making me breathless.
In the center of the gorgeous venue, reporters held up cameras and kept taking pictures of the young man surnamed Zhao, making him smile bitterly.
The people participating in this grand event were all famous figures in society, so he had to maintain his appearance at all costs.
As the current pillar of the Zhao family, Zhao Xingzhou was forcibly dragged out by the clan elders to attend this meeting while he was enjoying his leisure time in the hospital. The defensive line carefully planned by the elders of this clan was boring, boring and useless in his eyes. He faced the ancient and great life alone in the depths of Taihang, knowing that the current family was vulnerable to it, like a plaything in the palm of his hand. In fact, he really wanted to persuade the elders in the family, including his grandfather, to just lie down and let nature take its course.
If the one from Taihang Mountain wants you to die, then you will die no matter what.
"Miss Li Shishuang." He nodded,
"Yeah." The woman in a cyan evening dress nodded. The only rising member of the Li family wears a more mature look, and her long hair is braided and tied behind her head, making her look graceful and luxurious.
Sit down next to him.
The style is different from the one I saw last time in Taihang. The young man compared secretly in his heart.
"I have an ominous premonition." Li Shishuang quietly messaged him.
As the only rising member of the Li family who went to Taihang and returned, Zhao Xingzhou heard that she even ignored the ancient artifacts at home in order to run away.
"I suggest we run away in a moment." The woman said in surprise.
"What?" Zhao Xingzhou was puzzled. There seemed to be nothing unusual about the venue. "It's raining in the Imperial Capital. Remember Taihang Mountain? The heavy rain is that messenger. It's easy for him to find this place. So it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. The sooner you leave this place of trouble, the safer it will be." It's hard to see that as the only rising figure of the Li family, All I can think about is how to run away.
"Is it easy..."
Zhao Xingzhou murmured, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure, wearing a red-patterned black dress, standing in a corner of the venue. His temperament was incompatible with the glitz of the city. People coming and going turn a blind eye to him, and inexplicably avoid him when approaching him. He is like a rock, and the crowds naturally diverge when they meet him.
As if he knew someone had seen him, the young man raised his head and smiled gently at him.
He has a handsome appearance and a familiar golden glow in his eyes.
Ignoring the doubts of the woman next to him, he said to himself, his voice trembling a bit,
"No need to run, he...is already here."
"What did you say?" The woman's tone of voice was a little higher.
She followed the young man's gaze and saw the smiling young man in ancient clothes, and her heart skipped a beat.
"It's broken..."
In Taihang, this creature basically kills one person at a time. Even if you carry an ancient weapon, it will be chopped into pieces together with the ancient weapon. She had witnessed the tragic situation of the recovered ancient artifacts at home, and there was not even a slight possibility of recovery. As for people? The flesh and bones of the rising ones cannot be compared with ancient artifacts, and they are cut like tofu.
Such a terrifying power was even before that creature transformed. The woman didn't know how strong he was now, and she didn't want to know. If possible, she hoped not to meet the man from Taihang Mountain in her whole life.
While socializing, she walked to the edge of the venue.
In my heart, I greeted all the elders in the family, except the masters of my own lineage. She never attends such activities on weekdays, and her cheap brother handles everything. She adheres to the principle of keeping a low profile, does not cause trouble, is not greedy, and retreats when encountering difficulties, thinking only about how to get further down the road.
It's fine now. Brother Cheap was arrogant because he was doing some fancy activities every day, and he didn't keep up with his practice. When he went to Taihang, he was met by a fierce tiger and said goodbye. This happened to her.
She held her breath, carefully released her consciousness, and moved out of the field bit by bit. At the same time, he also observed Zhao Xingzhou. The boy sat motionless, seeming to feel relieved after knowing that the man from Taihang Mountain was coming.
But she represents an ancient aristocratic family, so where can she go without being the center of attention? Almost every step she took, someone would come out of nowhere to smile at her, toast her, introduce people to her, and even a matchmaker.
"Wait! What is this?" Li Shishuang's delicate brows were tightly knitted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". After she released her consciousness, she discovered some abnormalities in the venue. Their gravediggers appeared here.
Those ghosts wandering in the hidden history and reality have mastered some terrible technology and can unearth spiritual places and dig tombs where ancient artifacts are buried.
They wander around in inaccessible places all day long.
Appearing here now?
They have no self-awareness, they are just tools. But the presence of gravediggers in this square should be authorized by the elders of the clan.
Li Shishuang noticed something was wrong.
"Your girl is very alert. We were secretive enough and we were still able to find clues." The camera in the dark corner projected every place in the venue into a closed room.
"Take action in advance, don't let Shishuang have time to use her methods." Someone ordered coldly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, my granddaughter, I'm so willing to give up."
"Because of this, I know that I must not give her any time to react, otherwise it will be difficult for you to attack her no matter how hard she tries."
At the edge of the venue, Li Shishuang's expression changed drastically.
She heard the beats of ancient music mixed with the music played in the venue, ringing like hollow wind chimes, trying to sweep away the soul! Because her consciousness was outside, she was the first to notice it.
He took out a tissue and wrote the text message quickly.
This place was shrouded in soul-chasing and life-threatening music, and the sound transmission could not reach Zhao Xingzhou's hands at all. This is a conspiracy, not only against the red dragons in the Taihang Mountains, but also against everyone in the venue.
It's crazy! She gritted her teeth.
But in an instant, a sharp edge flashed out from behind her, intending to kill her with one blow.
Li Shishuang turned sideways and kicked off her high heels.
Fold the paper towel and shoot it out with your fingers.
"It's really amazing." Li Shishuang's reaction in the picture made the old man admire. "How dare you part with such an outstanding descendant? Old Zhao is reluctant to part with him, and he still wants to report the news to his good grandson..."
"What are you reluctant to part with?" The old man surnamed Li glanced at the figure on the seat indifferently. The old figure lowered his head, the temperature was cold, and he had lost his life. "Zhao Sheng was so clever that he never thought that we would dare to attack him. In other words, we trusted Zhao Sheng, but he actually betrayed our expectations for some false emotions."
"While we are immortal, future generations are just having fun."
"Don't hold back, that thing can't wait to see blood."
The rhythm rises and falls, playing a bloody beat.
Li Shishuang watched the people in the field fall one after another. Not only were their souls and souls taken away, but all their blood and vitality were also stripped away. These social celebrities and rich kids didn't even have the ability to struggle, so they died in their sleep of intertwined music.
A black shadow flashed past, and another sharp dagger slashed across the woman's eyebrows.
At the same time, a bronze spear appeared above her head, attacking with shocking murderous intent. It was filled with seal characters, and it turned out to be an ancient artifact!
Then the woman's neck was violently yanked and she was thrown far away.
The dragon-like figure stood in her previous position, casually grabbed the attacker's throat, and used the force of his wrist to break the neck. Then he picked up the ancient weapon Chang Ge in the attacker's hand and pinned the black shadow behind him to the wall.
The woman held her breath, unable to describe this horrible feeling of oppression.
Suddenly, she noticed that there was someone behind her. When she turned around, it was Zhao Xingzhou, half of his body covered in blood, smiling bitterly. He finally recovered from his injury. This time, someone stabbed him with a knife, and it was still an ancient artifact. If it weren't for the red dragon, He would die on the spot.
"He..." The woman wanted to ask why the creature in the Taihang Mountains saved them.
"Don't ask." Zhao Xingzhou replied. In fact, he didn't know. Who can guess what a king is thinking? Maybe there's a purpose, maybe it's random.
The blood energy was overwhelming, like a retrograde rain of blood.
"Trouble." Li Xi'an watched the blood rising from his fingers. It was difficult to retain the blood of a person just now.
He could hear the cries of souls.
These blood and souls converge to create an unknown and terrifying existence. So he couldn't let the two rising creatures die, otherwise the rising creatures' blood and souls, which were much deeper than ordinary people, would bring changes to this bloody festival. He couldn't figure out what changes they would bring to this bloody festival. No wonder the old man named Li Qian expected him to abide by his agreement. Did he expect that?
"Why that red dragon?" Someone in the control room frowned.
"Who knows, this was not in the plan."
"There is more blood than expected. Let the gravediggers dig up the altar. When that person comes back to the world, it won't matter whether there are living things here. They will all turn into blood anyway." The old man surnamed Li said in a serious tone.
Li Xi'an heard someone chanting sutras.
It is very ancient, and the time accumulated in this language is immeasurable.
Dark shadows stood up from all directions, their faces were dull, and they were just chanting mechanically. The ancient language is as vast as a bell, and the sound of singing together is like the ebb and flow of the tide.
Now they are being submerged by the tide and struggling to breathe.
"Buzz──!"
The ground of the venue collapsed and sank three thousand meters downward.
Stone pillars towered in all directions, and the darkness was endless.
But a giant scarlet eye suddenly split open in the pitch-black sky. The irises twisted and condensed into seal script. An ancient scripture appeared in the pupils of the eyes, and the aura of the most profound and profound things enveloped every piece of land within the sight of the giant eye.
It is one.
Literary youth? Literary youth? You actually call me a literary youth, I don’t understand (■_■)
Also, remember to read it, jie jie jie
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