Hell Emperor

Chapter 58 Shen Qingge

In the dark night sky, a little starlight suddenly flickered. The stars are getting brighter and brighter, dazzling and brilliant, and a rainbow streaks across the night sky, heading straight for Qingshi Town.

The overall appearance of the luminous object was a huge sword, one foot wide and more than ten feet long. Mysterious runes were scattered around it, and the whole body was glowing with silvery white spiritual power, which was breathtaking. It's hard to imagine what kind of giant could wield such a huge sword.

The giant sword descended from the sky, and the air waves surged, kicking up vast amounts of dust.

On the sword body stood two monks in white clothes with fluttering robes. One of the girls was petite, in her prime, with lively eyes and full of vitality. There was a butterfly on her shoulder. The butterfly exuded a faint purple light, unlike anything in the world. The other woman had a sword behind her. She was tall and tall, with long hair reaching her waist. She had a cold temperament. Just by being close to her, the temperature around her seemed to drop a few degrees.

Leaping down from the giant sword, the girl was full of energy, gearing up and saying: "We have finally arrived, this is Qingshi Town? Where is the Hengshan thief? Let me punish the traitors and eradicate the evil, let him learn the lesson and learn the skills, let's see if he still dares Don’t dare to harm anyone casually!”

The cold woman also stepped down from the sword. With a light wave of her hand, the giant sword quickly shrank until it was only one finger long and was put into her sleeve. She spoke calmly:
"Mo'er, don't be anxious. You have just entered the early stage of the third level. The Hengshan bandit has the strength of the late third level. If you underestimate your opponent, you will suffer a big loss."

The girl called Mo'er chuckled: "Master, didn't you say that I am the reincarnation of an immortal, invincible at the same level, and can I fight across a large realm? The Hengshan thief will only be defeated by me in the end."

As she said that, she smiled sweetly: "Besides, isn't there Master here? Even if I really can't beat him, as long as Master is willing to take action, the Hengshan Thief may not even be able to take a single move, and he can turn over What's the splash?"

The cold woman frowned slightly: "This is your experience in the world. Everything depends on your own strength. I will only protect your life when your life is in danger. This time Yujian is on the road as an exception. Next time But there is no such opportunity.”

Mo'er argued with reason: "I understand. Although Master said that he would not interfere with my training, when Master heard that the people were in trouble, he still rushed over with his sword as soon as possible and did not want to delay even a moment. Master is obviously the kindest!"

"You..." The cold woman shook her head slightly, with a hint of softness in her eyes, "This time is just an exception, the future battles will all depend on you. You are the 170th generation descendant of the Xuannv Sect, If you keep relying on my strength, you won’t be able to grow.”

As she was speaking, she heard unstoppable crying coming from Qingshi Town. Her expression tightened slightly: "I hope we are not late. Judging from the distress letter we received, the most powerful commander here is Zhang Yong only has the strength of the early stage of the third level, so he won’t be able to last long under the thieves’ offensive.”

The two people walked forward quickly, their steps were light, their clothes were fluttering, their bodies moved as fast as the wind, and soon they arrived outside the military camp.

"No...we're late."

A long distance away, the cold woman let go of her senses and detected the tragic situation in the military camp. Her eyes trembled, and an endless icy chill followed.

The moth flew forward, but before she got close, she smelled the strong fishy smell rising into the sky. When she entered the military camp, she was shocked by the tragic scene in front of her.

But in the center of the military camp, hundreds of spears were densely inserted. On each spear, there was a head strung on it. Those heads had pale faces and dilated pupils, as if they had experienced unspeakable fear during their lives.

Moth was shocked by the tragic scene in front of her and subconsciously took a few steps back. The purple butterfly on her shoulder fluttered up. She had been practicing behind closed doors all her life. She had never seen such a tragic scene. She spat it out with a cry and it took a while to recover.

The cold woman's face was ashen, but with her determination, looking at this tragic situation that was like hell on earth, she couldn't help but feel a faint pain in her heart. How cruel and violent a person can be to do such a dehumanizing act?

After a while, Mo'er finally regained his breath. Looking at the heads, his scalp was still numb and he asked, "Master... aren't you afraid?"

The cold woman shook her head lightly: "When I traveled to the West in the past, I saw even more tragic situations."

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed moth discovered that in front of the many spears, there were several bright red characters written in human blood.

"summer?"

Mo'er saw the content on the blood letter in his eyes and couldn't help but have a doubt: "Master, what does this summer... mean?"

The cold woman shook her head slightly: "I know no more than you. However, since that person made such a cruel move and left a word of blood here, I think the word "summer" has a special meaning, and it must not be the four seasons. Summer is so simple.”

Mo'er was keenly aware of the problem in the master's words: "That person? Isn't it the brutal Hengshan bandit who did all this?"

The cold woman looked around, carefully checking the clues nearby, and already had a conclusion in her mind:
"Mo'er, you still have a lot to learn during this time of experience in the world. The answer to this question has long been hidden in various traces around you, and what you lack is the keen eyesight to find the answer."

Mo'er begged for mercy: "Master, please stop pretending and tell me the answer quickly. I want to know who did such a cruel act. I, Li Feimo, must do justice for heaven. Justice for those innocent people who died!”

The cold woman pointed to the pool of dried blood in the distance and said, "Did you see those footprints?"

"What happened to the footprints?" Li Feimo was puzzled.

"The size of the footprints can reflect the size of a person's body. In the pool of blood nearby, 80% of the footprints are exactly the same and come from the same person. That person's steps are steady and he walks like the wind. He is the murderer of everyone, just from the light. Judging from the footprints, that person should be about the same height as you..."

As she spoke, the cold woman looked around, and her eyes fell on the corpse that was divided into two halves in the distance: "With such clean slash marks, the weapon in that person's hand is probably far wider than an ordinary sword."

She carefully compared the marks around her, from the angle of the blood splatter, whether it was in the form of splashing or dripping, to the slash marks on the corpse. She closed her eyes slightly, and a coherent picture gradually emerged in her mind.

A petite body, wielding a weapon that was disproportionate to its size, walking like a ghost, chopping melons and vegetables, completing a massacre in a devastating manner.

Hot blood was sprinkled on the man's face, but the man didn't even blink. Instead, he swung the weapon harder. Every move and every move contained an indomitable momentum. People's wails and begging for mercy could not shake the man's heart in the slightest. "To be able to burst out with such powerful power from such a thin body, that person is definitely not the Hengshan Bandit, but a stronger practitioner than the Hengshan Bandit." The cold woman concluded.

Li Feimo blinked and soon discovered something. He quickly came to a collapsed tent. In the tent, a headless corpse lay on the ground, with a deep depression in his chest and a bloody palm print:
"Master, I remember that the letter for help said that the Hengshan thief mastered an evil technique called the Heart-Destroying Palm, which can leave dark palm prints on people. Isn't this the trace of the Heart-Destroying Palm?"

The cold woman shook her head, came to an overturned wooden table, carefully compared the footprints on the ground, waved one hand, and deduced what happened in her mind:

"It happened very suddenly. He was sitting here. Before he could realize what happened, he was attacked by a sneak attack and received a severe slap. If the notorious Hengshan Bandit was here, no matter how careless he was, he wouldn't be able to do anything. We are completely defenseless. It seems that things are more complicated than we thought..."

The cold woman sighed: "If the souls of these dead people are still there, I can still ask them a few questions. Unfortunately, we are still a step too late. Their souls have been taken away by the ghosts, leaving only The broken body..."

As she said that, she suddenly changed her words: "You must have heard enough about the ghost over there. How long can you hide? Why don't you come out and see me?"

Seeing that the figure was broken, behind the tent, from the inconspicuous shadow, a figure slowly walked out. The man was tall and thin in black robes. He cupped his hands and said: "Ye Jie, the ghost sent me, to pay my respects to the two immortal masters."

"You evil ghost, you are eavesdropping in such a sneaky way, you are trying to do something bad."

Seeing Ye Jie appear, Li Feimo held her hands empty, and a blazing electric arc rose in her palm. The lightning was scorching, and the brilliant power contained in it could cause double damage to the soul. She looked at Ye Jie up and down, ready at any time. Take action to punish.

"Calm down, moths. Ghosts are an important part of maintaining the functioning of the world. They are not evil ghosts. Without them to attract souls, evil ghosts will soon be rampant in the world. Strictly speaking, those teachers you have in the Underworld Palace Zu, they can also be regarded as ghosts."

Under the cold woman's persuasion, Li Feimo curled his lips angrily and stopped talking.

The cold woman said to Ye Jie again: "My name is Shen Qingge. The two of us came from Luzhou, Beiju. We heard that the bandits in Hengshan were causing trouble here and the people were suffering terribly. Although we rushed here in a hurry, we were still a step too late. , can you tell me, what exactly happened here?"

Ye Jie raised his eyes and looked up, taking in the tragic scene in the distance. His eyes especially stayed on the word "summer" written in blood for a long time. He was suspicious in his heart and replied:

"To be honest, I have only just arrived. The souls of the dead were not sent away by me. I don't know what happened here."

After a pause, Ye Jie pointed to the center of the camp: "However, the Hengshan bandit is indeed dead. What is stuck there is his head."

Shen Qingge and Li Feimo looked at each other and saw each other's surprise. They walked closer and saw a tragic scar on the head's face, which indeed matched the description in the letter for help, so they asked Ye Jie He thanked him and asked again:

"By the way, Mr. Ghost Master, apart from the Hengshan Bandits, are there any other evil thieves worth paying attention to here? The rivers of blood flowing in this camp and the loss of life must be the work of a ruthless, cruel and murderous villain. This person is absolutely I won’t remain anonymous.”

Ye Jie was silent for a while and then shook his head: "I don't know what kind of evil thieves are around here besides the Hengshan Bandit. But the two of you are alone, so you'd better be careful and pay attention to safety in everything."

Faced with Ye Jie's reminder, Li Feimo laughed, and the purple butterflies flew up and down around her. She said disapprovingly:
"You idiot, what you say is really interesting. With my master's strength at the peak of the fourth level, unless he is surrounded and suppressed by the whole country of Li Tang, or faces the King of Tang head-on, otherwise the world is so vast that even if he faces thousands of troops Horses can come and go as they please, who can stop them?"

Ye Jie was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Qingge with a dignified look in his eyes. Seeing this man's graceful appearance, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and immeasurable strength, he realized that this reminder was completely unnecessary.

"Okay, Mo'er. Didn't I say it? This is your experience. Unless your life is in danger, I will not take action. Whether you can take down the cruel thief depends on your own strength. closed."

Shen Qingge's tone was cold. Even when facing Ye Jie, whom he had never met before, he still showed a very nurturing side. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gui Cha, for reminding me. Shen Qingge will keep it in mind."

Ye Jie cupped his fists in return and said no more.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Ye Jie breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was a strong uneasiness.

Not far away, there was a corpse whose death state was clearly visible. The dark palm prints on the chest of the corpse were undoubtedly left by the palm of the Heart-Destroying Devil. Now that the Hengshan thief is dead, there is only one candidate who knows the heart-destroying palm and will happen to appear here.

All the tragedies in the camp all point to one result: everything that happened here was all Xia Wei's doing.

When he took out the ghost order, Ye Jie's arm trembled slightly. After detecting Xia Wei's position, he shrank to the ground and moved away.

When we arrived at the Bone Burial Beach, in the dark night, it was hard to distinguish the surrounding environment. We could only hear the sound of gurgling water, and the rivers would never stop. All the disputes in the world seemed to have gone away.

On the bank of the river, there was a young girl sitting. Her aura was as sharp as a blade, her eyebrows were like fire, and she kept strangers away. Her pretty face was still stained with blood.

She pulled the long hair on the back of her head into a long ponytail on the left side of her body, scooped up water with her hands, and washed the blood from her hair over and over again. The blood flowed into the river, dyeing a large area of ​​the river red.

Sensing the movement behind her, she turned around suddenly, a chilling light flashed in her eyes, and she picked up the Seven-foot Mo Dao beside her.

After confirming the identity of the visitor, her cold and pretty face finally softened, and she called softly: "Master..."

Seeing Ye Jie's arrival, all the grievances and sourness hidden in Xia Wei's heart finally found space to be released. She ran to Ye Jie without any explanation, threw herself into his arms, and sobbed softly.

(End of this chapter)