Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
A black spear shot out from the thicket, piercing the neck of the Skinny Old Man before he could even react.
The Skinny Old Man turned to see the vibrating spear embedded in the mud wall of the temple behind him. He touched his neck, blood gushing between his fingers, and stared wide-eyed at the tall figure emerging from the bushes before collapsing to the ground.
"Li Fugui?" Huang San'er looked at Li Fugui, who wore an expression of fearlessness, his eyes revealing a murderous intent. A group of young men in suits quickly drew their guns, aiming them at Li Fugui.
"Huzi was killed by you?" Li Fugui asked.
Huang San'er raised an eyebrow and replied, "So what if I did? He wore my stuff around his neck. I got tired of looking at it, so I chopped off his head."
"Very good," Li Fugui said. "You're just like your grandfather, relying on a bit of mediocre skill, thinking you're something special."
Upon hearing Li Fugui mention Huang the Lame, Huang San'er pointed at him with a fierce look in his eyes. "I haven't settled the score for killing my grandfather yet. You're out here in the wilderness all alone without a single helper. Do you really think you can survive?"
"Whether I live or die isn't up to you," Li Fugui retorted. "Even if you brought more people, they wouldn't be enough to face me."
"Ahaha! Wuliang Zun!" Kong Haoran suddenly burst into laughter, reciting his title. "Today I finally get to witness the local customs of Futu Ridge in this remote area. An old farmer holding a well-drilling stake tries to act tough in front of me—it's truly laughable."
"Oh?" One of Li Fugui's eyebrows arched as he glanced sideways at Kong Haoran. "I may only know a bit about farming and have done my share of cutting grass and threshing wheat. Since you're someone with real skills, why not show me what you've got?"
"What do you think you are to challenge my master? You don't know your place!" shouted a young Dao Child, pointing angrily at Li Fugui.
"Disciple, do not be rude," Kong Haoran coughed and raised his chin. "Since this old man wants to challenge me, I will reluctantly accept. But let me warn you in advance: swords have no eyes and fists show no mercy. If I accidentally break your bones during our sparring, I won't give you a chance to complain; you'll be buried right here in this wild mountain."
"Fine, my name is Li Fugui, the village chief of Bright Moon Village. May I ask your esteemed title and which school you belong to?" Li Fugui asked.
"Oh ho," Kong Haoran's face revealed a hint of mockery. "I didn't expect that an old farmer like you would speak with such a rough edge reminiscent of the Jianghu. Li Fugui—a name so common it’s practically dirt; this is all rural folks like you know."
Li Fugui looked at Kong Haoran with indifference and did not respond. Kong Haoran continued, "I am Kong Haoran, a descendant of Confucius. As for which school I belong to, that's not something for mere mortals like you to know. Out of respect for your age, I'll let you make the first move."
"Alright." Li Fugui said a single word before kicking towards Kong Haoran's abdomen.
Kong Haoran casually raised his hands to cover Li Fugui's foot, and a sound of bones breaking echoed. Kong Haoran staggered back several steps, nearly falling off the cliff.
"Qi Gong?" Kong Haoran's expression changed drastically as he finally took a serious look at Li Fugui. "Who exactly are you?"
Li Fugui replied, "The village chief of Bright Moon Village, Li Fugui."
After finishing his words, Li Fugui continued to walk towards Kong Haoran. In a fit of rage, Kong Haoran charged forward and kicked at Li Fugui's side face. Li Fugui swiftly grabbed Kong Haoran's ankle and forcefully threw him down, causing Kong Haoran to spit out blood.
Li Fugui then stomped down on Kong Haoran's knee, which bent painfully, eliciting a scream from him.
Next, Li Fugui delivered another kick to Kong Haoran's chest, causing his sternum to collapse. Blood spurted from his ears and mouth as he clutched a Talisman in his hand, chanting incantations. The Talisman suddenly ignited.
Seeing this, Li Fugui immediately snatched the Talisman from Kong Haoran's hand and shoved it into his mouth.
"Master!" The young Dao Child shouted in alarm as he witnessed his master lose consciousness in an instant. "You dare to kill my master? Shoot him dead!"
Li Fugui glanced at the Dao Child with disdain. The Daoist beneath him, Kong Haoran, stared with bloodshot eyes, his pupils dilated and lifeless. The Talisman in his mouth still emitted wisps of white smoke.
Bang!
Suddenly, someone pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot into Li Fugui's chest.
"Grandpa!"
Huzi, hiding in the bushes, shouted as he attempted to rush over. I quickly stopped him, saying, "Your grandpa is fine; the bullet can't harm him."
"My grandpa isn't a god!" Huzi exclaimed anxiously.
Huang San'er looked over at us, clearly having noticed our presence. I shouted, "Kill them all!"
Li Fugui snorted, "I'm not dead yet. You'd better kill me first!"
He grabbed the neck of the young man who had shot at him, and with a firm grip, the youth immediately went limp.
Upon hearing Huang San'er's command, the others raised their guns and fired at Li Fugui. Although his movements were swift and he couldn't completely evade the bullets, he seemed unfazed. In a back-and-forth exchange, he claimed the lives of seven or eight armed youths present.
These young men either had their hearts shattered by a punch or had their necks twisted and skulls crushed.
We moved closer, while my mother rushed over to support the weak spirit of Zhou Manman. I didn't think too much about why my mother could directly touch Zhou Manman. She looked at me and said, "Yang Hao, what’s inside you has awakened. Manman’s spirit is weak and needs to rest within your body for a while. Don’t worry; her spirit will remain dormant until it recovers and won’t affect you."
I nodded, watching as my mother led Zhou Manman's spirit toward me. Several black characters appeared on my body’s surface, causing Zhou Manman to retreat in shock. These characters were beyond my control and had a strong repelling effect against any spirit trying to enter my body.
My mother grasped my wrist, and the black characters immediately vanished. She guided Zhou Manman's spirit toward me, slowly merging it into my physical form.
Meanwhile, Li Fugui stood atop a tangle of corpses, his upper body bare and riddled with bullet holes, yet very little blood flowed from them. Suddenly clenching his fists, explosive muscles rippled as bullets began to emerge from his flesh, falling to the ground.
"What on earth are you?" This scene left Huang San'er, who had been standing by without intervening, utterly horrified. He finally understood why Huang the Lame had warned him not to provoke Li Fugui. When he saw Huzi appear in the moonlight, he was even more terrified. "Aren't you supposed to be dead? How can you still be alive?"
"Huang San'er, today you're as good as dead! I will personally kill you!" Huzi glared fiercely at Huang San'er, recalling how he had been killed by him sent chills down his spine.
Huang San'er stumbled backward in fear as Huzi picked up a gun from the ground and fired several shots at him, all of which missed. Huang San'er glanced back at the steep hillside behind him and gritted his teeth before jumping down.
"There's no need to chase him; he won't get away," Li Fugui said, sweat steaming off his body as his wounds completely healed.
Not far from the many corpses, Dao Child trembled as he followed Li Haoran. He looked at Li Fugui—who was battling Immortal—and the resurrected Huzi as if they were demons, unable to lift his gun.
Li Fugui approached Dao Child, who aimed his gun at him and said, "Don't come any closer; this has nothing to do with me."
Li Fugui gently patted the boy's hand and took the gun from him, tossing it aside for us to collect. "Don't be afraid; I mean you no harm. I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Dao Child" nodded pale-faced and said, "You can ask."
"Li Fugui" replied, "What did your master just call himself?"
"My master is called Li Haoran," "Dao Child" answered.
"That sounds like a dead man's name," "Li Fugui" remarked.
"He is already dead," "Dao Child" confirmed, following "Li Fugui's" lead.
"Then what was that fire your master couldn't ignite?" "Li Fugui" inquired.
"It was White Phosphorus. It has a low ignition point and catches fire easily. My master hasn't yet cultivated Dao Fire, but my Shifu Uncle can. My master is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, and we came here to..."
"Alright, you don't need to say more than that. I don't want to know where you came from or where you're going," "Li Fugui" interrupted. "This is the way down the mountain; you can go."
"Dao Child" seemed surprised that "Li Fugui" would let him go. He expressed his gratitude, glanced at us, and then started walking down the mountain.
Meanwhile, "Li Fugui" walked over to the dilapidated temple nearby and pulled out the iron spear that was stuck in the wall. Hearing the sound, "Dao Child" turned back in fear to look at "Li Fugui." "Li Fugui" waved his hand at him, signaling him to continue on his way.
The moment "Dao Child" turned around, "Li Fugui" hurled the iron spear, piercing through the back of "Dao Child's" head and pinning him to the ground.
Comment 0 Comment Count