Chapter 229 The Dead, Part Three The waves slowly receded, dispersing and merging in all directions. The soles of the cowhide boots were in contact with the ground, and the yellow mud water slowly climbed up along the cracks at the bottom and flowed upwards against the capillary flow. Under the beech tree. Huang Ziyan was soaked all over, with continuous raindrops dripping down his chin. The blood holes in his chest were shocking, and the overflowing blood dyed the surrounding yellow water red. clack. clack. The soles of the boots separated from the yellow mud, making a sticky sound. In the perspective, black leather boots alternated and kept zooming in, and Huang Ziyan's pupils trembled violently. He stretched out his hands to grab the slippery ground and climbed forward, leaving a long trail of earth under his body. Rainwater poured into the low-lying areas, mixing with blood and turning red and black.
"What are you running for?" The hard thick-soled leather boots stepped on the back of Huang Ziyan's head, and the dirty water flowed into his mouth along his messy hair, choking him and causing him to cough out pink bubbles. Liang Qu stepped on the man holding the knife with one foot, raised his wrist and pointed at the man wielding the sword on the other side. "Awei, go and take a bite of that guy." The blue bracelet on the wrist cracked and the golden joints opened layer by layer. The Tianshui centipede stretched out its long body, sprouted transparent thin wings from the third carapace, swayed rapidly, and landed behind the neck of the corpse with its jaws and legs spread. A gray light appeared around the wound, and blue-green blood vessels extended out like a spider web. Huang Ziyan on the ground struggled to open his eyes, and saw the blue centipede flying back in the blurry light and shadow. He couldn't believe that Liang Qu had hidden a poisonous creature on his body! He raised his index finger tremblingly, his eyes bloodshot: "You are not a human!" Bullshit illusion! No matter it is galloping horses, wolf smoke, or hunting tigers, none of them can be done! Thousands of tons of water were enough to create a small area of water. From the moment the torrent appeared and swept the two of them away, the situation became completely one-sided! "Did I let you speak?" Liang Qu stepped hard and pushed most of the opponent's head into the mud pit. He could hear the opponent spitting bubbles in the water. The martial artist's vitality is really strong. For an ordinary person with a serious wound through the chest, it is already quite good to be able to hold on to his breath. But the opponent could actually speak clearly. If it takes some healing pills, it might become a lively and healthy dog again in a few days. Liang Qu raised his toes slightly and pushed his head out of the puddle. "What are your two names?" Huang Ziyan spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "If you offend the Shuimu Sect, you will... wooooool." "Ghost mother is a ghost mother, you are really good at flattering yourself. Let me ask you again, what are your two names?" "I, Daqian, will not let you go... Gurgle Gurgle..."
"It's still Daqian. The old almanac from sixty years ago, the people have all changed, who will remember you? Do you have fresh blood?" "Do you dare... woo woo woo ..." The other party was really stubborn. After several rounds of negotiations, he didn't reveal any information. Liang Qu tried to persuade him for a long time but couldn't even get his name out. His patience was limited, and the Fu Bo blade flashed. Huang Ziyan's pupils dilated in the mud and he could no longer utter a curse. The fact that he could control water could not be exposed, at least not now. Two people, no one can be left alive. A Wei wrapped it around his wrist, connecting the ends and uniting them again. Shaking the blue bracelet on his hand, Liang Qu came to the other person, stretched out his hand to grab the other person's shoulder, turned him over, pressed the Danzhong point, felt the stagnant blood in his body, and made it flow again. Once a martial artist dies, his "essence" will quickly collapse, and the resistance to controlling water in his body will be greatly reduced, so that he will not be completely unable to sense or lose control once water enters his body. Most of the toxin to be injected accumulates at the wound, and a small part flows throughout the body. Liang Qu picked up the fallen sword from the ground, cut a hole in the back of the opponent's neck, squeezed out some black blood, and pretended to be poisoned during the fight. Although blood was let out, some toxins still entered the body. Hide it. As long as he didn't say it, most people would imagine that he had defeated the two men by luck with a sneak attack from a poisonous insect. The improvement in his realm is enough to prove his talent. He does not need to show too much strength. He can catch people off guard at critical moments, just like the two people lying on the ground. If their strength had been known in advance, it wouldn't have been just two galloping horses that came. After dealing with the aftermath, Liang Qu walked out of the woods. It was raining heavily, ripples were forming in the puddles, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and no one was passing along the entire dirt road. Apart from the three deaths, nothing in the world has changed. Liang Qu stared at the headless corpse with a large pool of black blood on the ground, silently walked to the cart, grabbed a corner of the rainproof felt cloth, and lifted it all up. The firewood was neatly stacked together, with some spaces left empty. Two fish baskets were placed close together, empty inside, emitting a strong fishy smell. Only a small pottery jar in the corner contained a few scattered copper coins. Looking at the direction of the cart, it was heading from Pingyang County to Yixing Town. It was obviously affected by the heavy rain and had to rush home early. I picked up a head that had fallen on the side of the road, and the messy white hair was covered in mud. Even though the old man looked terrified, a sense of familiarity still lingered in my mind, perhaps because I had received his share of blessings at the river god sacrifice. But there were too many people that day and Liang Qu couldn't remember the old man's name at all. If a person wants to live to be old and gray, he needs to eat food for decades, walk for decades, and go through dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters. But he can be killed with just one sword, and everything in the past will disappear into thin air. Praise la la. The firewood tumbled to the ground. Liang Qu pushed down all the firewood to make room on the cart, placed the old man's body on it, and then picked up the bodies of the two people from the Ghost Mother Sect and hung them against the side of the cart.
Looking around again, a red figure stood out in the woods. The donkey pulling the cart broke free from the reins and ran away, trying to take several people with it, so Chishan had to help. Liang Qu blew a horse whistle. "come over!" Chishan swung its tail, dug the ground with its hooves, and hurried towards the cart. It lowered its head, its mane was wet by the rain, and it kept snorting, obviously feeling unhappy after being hit. Liang Qu hugged Chishan's head and stroked its neck twice. The bright red mane became dry, shiny and smooth in the blink of an eye. After opening the leather bag beside Chishan, the golden eyes and the scroll inside were found to be in good condition. The direction in which Chishan fell was not on the same side as the glass bottle and the scroll. Only a little mud was rubbed onto the scroll, but it was all on the outer layer and had no effect on the contents inside. He took out a piece of clothing from the leather bag and put it on. Liang Qu grabbed the fish basket hanging on it, patted Chishan's chin, and showed it the red blood bass swimming inside. "I know you've suffered a lot, so I'll give you the whole red blood bass I caught today. If you keep complaining that there's nothing, come and get the goods." I don’t know if it was because the threat worked or because the treasure fish was so tempting, but Chishan’s interest suddenly became high. He shook his head, walked forward, bit the reins hanging from the cart, and took the initiative to pull the cart up. Liang Qu quickly got on the cart, held the reins, and controlled Chishan's speed as he headed towards Yixing Town. (End of this chapter)