The stone stele was ancient and weathered, with faint traces of saber and sword cuts across its surface, and even a patch of dark red blood.
Lian Youming stared at the inscription, momentarily lost in thought. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the first two lines, but the moment he saw those repeated characters for "kill," an inexplicable unease stirred within him.
The writing revealed the writer. The strokes of those seven characters for "kill" were incomparably sharp, their edges fully exposed, like a jumble of slashing blades. Yet their lines flowed without interruption, and blood stained the grooves. At first glance, they seemed like surging waves of blood sweeping toward him with the momentum to scour the world clean, sending a chill through him.
It reminded him of the stone stele in Hong Kong.
"Should anyone dare proclaim himself emperor, I shall strike him down!"
There were a few similarities between the two.
But the inscription on the stele in Hong Kong harnessed the great tide of events, whereas this one...
Its murderousness was so intense that it suggested a desire to slaughter the entire world.
To wage war on Heaven's behalf.
This man's thinking had been rather extraordinary too.
Shorty Xu said gravely, "We followed that little Jap over to Meishan, then found this thing in a small courtyard by the Min River. There was some gold, silver, and jewelry inside, probably dredged up from the river."
Xu Tian added from beside him, "There were a few more Japanese people in the courtyard. When they ran, they left the gold and silver behind and took only this stele." Not understanding, Xu Baishi asked curiously, "Master, Martial Uncle, is there something special about this thing?"
Lian Youming examined it carefully too, but could find no clues.
Xu Tian pointed