Kill

Gao Yunyi is not a saint; he cannot treat everyone equally.

He has his own likes and dislikes, his own principles, and his own bottom line.

Since he has decided to treat this world as a chessboard and all living things as chess pieces, he naturally needs to get rid of any pieces he doesn't like in advance.

To avoid offending your eyes.

Gao Yunyi wasn't in a hurry to travel, because his main purpose was to enjoy the scenery.

Dressed in a blue robe, he walked with his hands behind his back, like a leisurely traveler, casually wandering through Liaodong.

See the snow in the deep mountains and forests, and drink the strong liquor brewed by hunters.

Occasionally, when we come across a village, we stop to rest, listen to the old people tell stories about the mountains, and watch the children chase and play in the snow.

Life was comfortable, which helped to alleviate the long period of loneliness along the way.

But they never saw that alien race that rose up from the land between the White Mountains and Black Waters.

On this day,

He followed a frozen stream to a remote village.

The village is very small, with only twenty or thirty households in total.

The mud-brick walls and thatched roofs were low and gray, weighed down by the heavy snow.

The fields were covered with frozen stubble, a clear indication of a poor and harsh place.

Gao Yunyi didn't want to disturb the villagers and was about to take a detour when he suddenly stopped.

Because there was an unusual smell coming from the wind.

It wasn't cooking smoke, nor cattle and horses, but bloodshed.

A strong, pungent stench of blood, mixed with terrified cries, wafted into his nostrils on the north wind.

At the same time,

A group of barbarians are looting and pillaging the village.

They wore fur hats, coarse sheepskin robes with animal teeth and bone fragments at the hem, curved knives at their waists, and birch longbows slung across their backs.

His face was smeared with a hideous paint made of soot and animal fat, and when he grinned, he revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth. His whole body exuded an untamed ferocity.

They robbed the village of its few remaining thin sheep and all its grain, and not satisfied with that, they treated the villagers as playthings for their amusement.

A burly barbarian kicked an old man who was trying to escape.

The old man groaned and collapsed onto the snow, struggling to get up. The burly man grinned maliciously, drew his curved sword, and slashed down...

The screams abruptly stopped, and a large patch of crimson blood spread across the white snow.

Elsewhere, a woman holding a child was dragged to the ground by her hair by two savages, and the child cried loudly in fear.

Annoyed by the noise, a barbarian kicked the child in the waist, and the child instantly fell silent, his small body slumped on the snow, motionless.

The woman screamed in anguish, lunging forward to hug her child, but was kicked to the ground, leaving another patch of blood on the snow.

Several barbarians lined up the captured villagers and, laughing and talking, competed to see who had the best archery skills.

Arrows were fired one after another; some men fell to the ground screaming in agony after being struck in the thigh, while others were pinned to the snow and never heard from again.

They laughed wildly, as if they were hunting wild beasts, as if this was not a killing at all, but a carnival.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the village was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Some of the surviving villagers were tied to wooden stakes, while others huddled in corners, watching helplessly as their loved ones died under the butcher's knife. Cries, pleas for mercy, and screams mingled together, a heart-wrenching cacophony.

Suddenly the barbarians stopped their slaughter and looting.

Because there was another person in front of them, a young man in blue robes who was completely different from these poor villagers from beyond the Great Wall in terms of clothing, appearance, and temperament.

"Gibberish..."

A burly man who looked like a barbarian leader spoke, but he spoke in a foreign language that Gao Yunyi couldn't understand at all.

The barbarian chieftain paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously, removed his hat, touched his head, and shouted in broken Chinese:

"You Central Plains dogs! You've come here to die!"

Upon seeing the coin-shaped braid peeking out from the other person's head, a cold glint flashed in Gao Yunyi's usually calm eyes.

He slowly lifted his feet, stepping through the snow, and walked towards that hell on earth.

The barbarian leader, seeing that the other party not only did not run away but instead walked towards him, first showed a puzzled expression, but then grinned and laughed.

He drew his scimitar, faced forward, and looked at his opponent as if he were looking at a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

But before he could bring his knife down, he froze on the spot.

As if frozen in place by some invisible force, his eyes widened, a hoarse sound came from his throat, and then he fell straight down, lifeless.

The surrounding barbarians finally noticed something amiss, dropping their spoils, grabbing their swords and bows, and surrounding Gao Yunyi, howling like wild beasts.

Gao Yunyi did not use a sword, nor did he cast any powerful Law Technique.

He simply stood there, slowly raised a finger, and gently tapped it.

Puff.

As a white light flashed by, the barbarian closest to him suddenly had his head detached, turning him into a headless corpse.

Then, another person had a bloody line split open between their eyebrows, their body split in two, and they fell straight to the ground.

With each strike he made, a barbarian fell, their deaths gruesome and terrifying.

No matter how these barbarians brandished their swords and bows, or how they drew their arrows, they could not get even a fraction closer to him.

Even the arrows he shot wouldn't reach three feet in front of him before they seemed to hit an invisible wall and fell to the ground with a clang.

Gao Yunyi walked slowly through the crowd with his hands behind his back, his expression as indifferent as a god without joy or anger.

With each flick of the finger, a life is taken.

He was ruthless and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

The barbarians who were just moments ago slaughtering for amusement are now the ones being slaughtered.

It cannot be cut by a knife, cannot be hit by an arrow, and cannot be escaped.

That young man in thin blue robes seemed to have transformed into the most ruthless soul-reaping messenger in the swirling snow.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sounds of being cut echoed at the village entrance, only to quickly fade into silence.

In a matter of moments, all twenty-odd barbarians who had entered the village lay dead in pools of blood, none of them surviving.

Only one young savage, huddled at the very back of the crowd and paralyzed with fear, survived because he was standing on the outermost edge.

He watched as his companions fell one by one as if torn apart by an invisible hand, and he was already terrified. He scrambled backward, sobbing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with extreme fear as he looked at Gao Yunyi, as if facing Demon God descended upon the world.

Gao Yunyi walked slowly to him and looked down at him.

The barbarian trembled violently, kowtowing repeatedly while speaking in a foreign language that Gao Yunyi couldn't understand, presumably begging for mercy.

Gao Yunyi didn't kill him, but simply said, "Take me to your tribe."

The barbarian couldn't understand the Central Plains language; he just kept kowtowing and wailing.

Gao Yunyi frowned slightly.

Just then, from behind a collapsed low wall at the village entrance, came a suppressed, very faint sobbing sound.

Gao Yunyi turned his head to look.

Behind the low wall, a ragged boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, was curled up, his face covered in frostbite and blood, tightly protecting an infant in his arms.

He was trembling all over, his eyes were red, but he held back from crying out loud, only wiping away his tears, looking at Gao Yunyi with vigilance and fear.

Judging from the boy's clothes and appearance, he was clearly a surviving child from this village.

He had been hiding behind the wall and witnessed firsthand how Gao Yunyi slaughtered the barbarians with a flick of his finger.

Therefore, he felt both awe and fear towards the man in blue before him.

Gao Yunyi glanced at him and asked calmly, "You understand their language?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and timidly nodded.

Gao Yunyi said, "Tell him to take me to his tribe."

The boy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately looked at the corpses of his relatives and neighbors scattered on the ground. Recalling the brutality of the barbarians just now, he gritted his teeth and conveyed Gao Yunyi's words to the barbarian in a trembling voice in the foreign language.

The barbarian was already terrified out of his wits. Upon hearing that he could live, he was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed and bowed, sobbing as he agreed to lead the way.

Gao Yunyi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over the ravaged village.

Then, glancing down at the trembling barbarian, he said calmly:

"Let's go. Lead the way."

The barbarian scrambled to his feet and led the way, trembling.

The boy, holding the baby, hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Gao Yunyi glanced back at him, but didn't stop him. He asked, "What are you doing here?"

The boy stared at the corpses strewn across the ground, his voice hoarse yet filled with hatred:

"They killed my whole family. I know the way and can help my benefactor find their hideout."

Gao Yunyi silent for a moment, then gently waved his hand.

The barbarian who had been leading the way was instantly decapitated, his head falling to the ground.