The night wind is like a knife, cutting my face hurts.
Thirty miles west of One Line Sky, Rubble Beach.
This is the choke point leading to Western Desert, with jagged rocks on both sides, shaped like evil ghosts. The pale moonlight casts long shadows on those Shitou.
Wang Youan walked very slowly. Every time he took a step, the boots under his feet would leave a deep mark on the sand. He had chewed the Pig Trotter until there was only a bare bone left, but he was still reluctant to throw it away and put it in his mouth to taste the remaining salty taste.
"Come out."
Wang Youan stopped and said to the deserted stone forest in front of him, "I'm not too tired after following you all the way. Imperial Stable Bureau's noses are actually sharper than before."
Swish, swish, swish.
There was a sound of soft footsteps. Behind the rocks, the shadows twisted.
A dozen figures wearing black tights and faceless masks came out. They didn't make any sound, and even their breathing was controlled at an extremely weak frequency. They had different weapons in their hands, including Judge's Brush, Mother-Child Rings, and Soul Locking Chain, which was specially used to seduce Pipa Bones.
Shadow Weaver. Li Fuguo is the most secretive killer organization.
One of the leading killers took a step forward, his voice was specially processed so that he could not distinguish between men, women, old or young. "Wang warden, Block C Cell has nothing to do with this business, right?"
"Can't care?"
Wang Youan spat out the bones in his mouth and wiped the grease on his mouth with his sleeve, "There is nothing in this world that I, Heavenly Prison, cannot take care of. I watched that boy Fang Family grow up, and I will collect his debts. As for you..."
He burped, and his eyes instantly turned cold, "Now that you're here, don't leave. I happen to have no oil in my lantern, so I'd like to borrow your Corpse Oil to light a lamp."
"Arrogant!"
The leader of the killer snorted coldly and waved Judge's Brush in his hand, "Kill!"
More than a dozen Black Shadow pounced on the bloated-looking fat man like ghosts. Their murderous intent was like a net, blocking all Wang Youan's escape routes.
Wang Youan Don't dodge or dodge, just let the Judge's Brush point Tanzhong Acupoint on your chest.
Ding!
Gold and iron jingle.
The Internal Energy, which was enough to crush boulders, was actually 70% removed by the layers of wavy fat. The remaining 30% was blasted into the body, which only made his greasy face pale for a moment.
"How is that possible?!" The leader was horrified, what exactly is this fat man practicing Demonic Kung Fu?
"There are no magic secrets in Heavenly Prison."
Wang Youan grinned, revealing yellow teeth stained with blood, "The only thing is how to get beaten without pain and how to kill people the fastest."
He fished it out with his backhand, ignoring the sharp pen tip of Judge's Brush that scratched the palm of his hand, and firmly grasped the penholder made of pure steel. The five fingers of his other hand formed a hook, and with a shrill whistle, it went straight into the leader's face.
The leader wanted to abandon his troops and retreat, but found that the adsorption force generated by the fat body was like a swamp, making his body stagnant.
Pfft.
Wang Youan's fingers sank into the mask and dug deeply into the leader's eye sockets, directly shattering the life inside his skull.
The body fell limply to the ground.
The remaining killers completely collapsed. They were Death Warrior, tools that were not afraid of death, but in the face of this Monster who completely ignored harm and killed people like chickens, the fear derived from biological instincts overwhelmed the trained will to die.
"Run?"
Wang Youan shook off the dirt on his hands and pulled out the Boning Knife that had never been taken out of its sheath from the back of his waist.
The blade is extremely narrow and slightly curved, and the blade shows a strange dark cyan color under the moonlight.
His figure shuttled among the rocks, and his fat body actually showed a strange agility that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. Every time the knife flashed, it was accompanied by the subtle sound of tendons being severed and arteries being severed. He was too familiar with the structure of the human body. He knew where the blood would flow the fastest and where the person would die the most.
Time for half a cup of tea.
The sound of the wind was still shrill, but the suffocating smell of blood had overshadowed the earthy smell of sand and gravel.
Rubble Beach There were more than a dozen corpses lying strewn across the ground, none of them complete.
Wang Youan stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, his chest heaving violently. The jailer's uniform had been soaked in blood and clung tightly to his body, revealing the outline of muscles as hard as steel plates underneath. He was breathing heavily, and his lungs screamed like broken bellows. Obviously, the fight just now was not as easy as he appeared.
He bent down and groped around the leader's body.
"Bah, so poor."
After searching for a long time, he only found out a few taels of silver and a piece of Black Iron Waist Token that represented his identity. He spat out bloody saliva in disgust, put the broken silver into his arms, and threw the waist badge into the pile of rocks in the distance.
He walked to the extinguished Dead Air Lantern and took off a small leather bag made of an unknown material from his waist.
Unscrewing the lid, a pungent smell of Corpse Odor filled the air. He poured the thick yellow-green grease in the skin into the oil tank of the lamp. This was a good thing he had saved in Heavenly Prison. It was taken from the Corpse Oil after the death of those extremely evil people. It is the most resistant to burning and the most evil.
The fire folds light up.
The pale green flames danced in the lantern, illuminating the surrounding corpses like hellish ghosts.
Wang Youan Carrying the lantern, he walked to the highest rock and hung the lantern in the crevice of the rock. This lantern is the boundary monument. No one can cross unless the lantern is extinguished.
He sat down against the rock, took out a pot of Shao Daozi from his arms, pulled out the stopper, and poured it down.
The strong alcohol entered his throat like a line of fire, burning Five Viscera Six Bowels to tremble, and also suppressed the surging blood.
"Old Fang ah..."
Wang Youan looked at the dark night sky West, his eyes blurred, as if there was an old friend standing there holding a knife.
"Your son is better than you. Back then you just poked a hole in Divine Capital, but this kid is so good, he wants to destroy the whole world."
He took another sip of wine, and the spicy liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth, washing away the blood on his chin.
In the distance, in the deeper darkness, several palpitating breaths are approaching quickly. That is a more terrifying existence than Shadow Weaver. It is the remaining Dharma Protector of Great Thunderclap Temple, and it is an old demon that has been dormant on Western Desert Wasteland for hundreds of years.
They were attracted by the fallen Aura of Kongji, and they also wanted to intercept and kill the young man who dared to blaspheme God.
Wang Youan feels it.
He clenched the Boning Knife in his hand. The hand that usually trembled slightly was now as steady as a rock.
"I will repay half of this debt for him."
He poured the remaining half of the bottle of wine on the sandy ground in front of him to commemorate the upcoming killing feast.
"The remaining half depends on whether that kid can walk into Divine Capital alive and make up for the unfinished cuts you made back then."
The green fire swayed, stretching the plump figure to an extremely long length, like a mountain that straddled the world of life and death.
That night, thirty miles away from Yumen Pass, no one was destined to survive.