Chapter 228: The Dead, Three

The water waves slowly descended, dissipating and merging in all directions.

The soles of the leather boots came into contact with the ground, and the yellow mud water slowly climbed along the gaps in the soles, flowing upward against the capillary action.

Under the zelkova tree.

Huang Ziyan was soaked through, a series of raindrops dripping down his chin, the blood hole piercing his chest from front to back was shocking, and the overflowing fresh blood stained the surrounding yellow water.

Plop.

Plop.

The soles of the boots separating from the yellow mud made a sticky sound.

In his field of vision, the black leather boots crossed and intersected, constantly enlarging, and Huang Ziyan's pupils trembled violently.

He stretched out his palms to grab the slippery ground and climb forward, dragging a long dirt trail behind him; the rainwater surged toward the low-lying area, mixing with the fresh blood to float up a red-black color.

"What are you running for?"

The hard, thick-soled leather boots stepped on the back of Huang Ziyan's head, and the dirty water brought up flowed into his mouth along his messy hair, choking him into coughing up pink bubbles.

Liang Qu stepped on the knife-wielder with one foot while raising his wrist, pointing at the sword-wielder on the other side.

"A-Wei, go bite that person."

The blue bracelet on his wrist cracked open, and the golden segments unfolded layer by layer.

The Sky-Water Centipede stretched its long body, drew out transparent thin wings from the third dorsal plate, shook them rapidly, flew onto the corpse's neck, and opened its jaw feet.

Gray light appeared around the wound, and blue-green blood vessels extended like a spider web.

Huang Ziyan on the ground struggled to open his eyes, seeing the blue centipede flying back in the blurred light and shadow.

He couldn't believe that Liang Qu had actually hidden a poisonous creature on his body!

He raised his index finger tremblingly, his whites covered in bloodshot eyes: "You are not human!"

Bullshit illusion!

Whether it was Galloping Horse, Wolf Smoke, or Hunting Tiger, none could do it!

Thousands of tons of water were enough to shape a small water area; from the moment the torrent was revealed and wrapped around the two, the situation was completely one-sided!

"Did I let you speak?"

Liang Qu stepped hard, pushing most of the other party's head into the mud pit, listening to the other party spitting bubbles in the water.

Martial artists' vitality is truly tenacious; for an ordinary person to suffer a heavy injury piercing the chest, being able to hang on to a breath is already quite good, yet the other party could actually speak clearly.

If they took some healing pills, who knows, in a few days they might be a lively good dog again.

Liang Qu lifted his toe slightly, pushing the head underneath out of the mud pit.

"What are your names?"

Huang Ziyan spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "You offended the Water-Bathing Sect, you will... wuwulu wuwulu."

"Ghost Mother is Ghost Mother, you really know how to gild your face; asking again, what are your names?"

"My Great Qian will not let you go... gulu gulu..."

"Still Great Qian; that's an old calendar from sixty years ago, the people have all changed a batch, who remembers you? Do you have fresh blood?"

"Do you dare... wululu..."

The other party's mouth was truly hard; back and forth several times, not a single piece of information was revealed, and Liang Qu kicked and stepped for half a day without even asking for a name.

His patience was limited, and Fubo's blade light flashed.

Huang Ziyan in the mud water had his pupils collapse, unable to issue any more curses.

The fact that he could control water could not be exposed, at least not now.

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Two people, not a single living mouth could be left.

A-Wei wrapped around his wrist, head and tail connected, merging into one again.

Shaking the blue bracelet on his hand, Liang Qu came to the other person's side, grabbed the other party's shoulder to turn him over, pressed on the Shanzhong acupoint, sensed the stagnant blood in his body, and let them start flowing again.

Once a martial artist dies, their own "root" will collapse rapidly, the resistance to water control in the body will decrease greatly, and the situation where it cannot be sensed at all, or water loses control upon entering the body, will not appear.

Waiting for most of the toxins injected to gather at the wound, with a small part flowing to the whole body.

Liang Qu picked up the dropped long sword from the ground, cut a slit on the other party's back neck, squeezed out some black blood, and disguised the situation of being poisoned during the fight, although there was bloodletting, some toxins still entered the body.

Hide one hand.

As long as he didn't say it, most people would imagine that he relied on poisonous insects to sneak attack and luckily defeated the two.

The improvement in realm was enough to prove his talent, and there was no need to show too much strength; at critical moments, he could be unexpected, just like the two lying on the ground.

If his strength had been figured out early, the ones who came wouldn't have been two Galloping Horses.

After dealing with the aftermath, Liang Qu walked out of the forest.

The rain was torrential, ripples continued in the puddles, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and no one passed by the entire dirt road.

Except for the three who died, the world had not changed at all.

Liang Qu stared at the headless corpse on the ground spreading a large area of black blood, silently came to the cart, grabbed a corner of the rain-blocking felt cloth, and lifted it all.

Neatly stacked firewood was piled together, with parts missing; two fish baskets were close together, empty inside, emitting bursts of fishy smell, with only a few scattered copper coins in a small pottery jar in the corner.

Looking at the cart's direction, from Pingyang County to Yixing Town, it was obvious that due to the heavy rain, they had to rush home early.

He picked up the head that rolled to the roadside, the messy white hair covered in mud.

Even though the old man's face was terrified, the sense of familiarity still lingered in his heart; perhaps he had received his share of the sacrifice at the River God Festival.

It was just that there were too many people that day, and Liang Qu couldn't remember the old man's name at all.

A person wants to live until their temples are gray, eating for decades, walking for decades, spending decades of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, but killing only takes one sword, and everything in the past vanishes like smoke.

Clatter.

The firewood rolled and fell to the ground.

Liang Qu pushed down all the firewood, cleared a space on the cart, placed the old man's corpse, and carried the two Ghost Mother Sect members' corpses, hanging them by the side of the cart.

Looking around, a red figure in the forest was particularly eye-catching.

The donkey pulling the cart had long since broken free of the reins and escaped; wanting to take the few people away, Chishan's help was indispensable.

Liang Qu blew a horse whistle.

"Come here!"

Chishan flicked its tail, hooves digging at the ground, and hurried toward the cart reluctantly.

It lowered its head, its mane soaked by the rain, constantly snorting, obviously becoming unhappy after being thrown.

Liang Qu hugged Chishan's head and stroked its neck twice; the red-bright mane became dry, bright, and smooth in the blink of an eye.

Untying the leather bag beside Chishan, the golden eyes and the scroll inside were unharmed.

The direction Chishan fell was not on the same side as the glass bottle and the scroll, and only a little mud was wiped on the scroll, but it was all on the outer layer, and the content inside was unharmed.

Flipping out a piece of clothing from the leather bag, Liang Qu grabbed the fish basket hanging on it, patted Chishan's chin, and showed it the red-blooded perch swimming inside.

"I know you suffered a lot; today's red-blooded perch is all for you to eat, and if you complain again, you get nothing; hurry up and come pull the goods."

I don't know if the threat worked or if the temptation of the treasure fish was enough, but Chishan's interest suddenly rose, shaking its head to bite the reins hanging on the cart, and took the initiative to pull the big cart.

Liang Qu hurriedly sat on the cart and held the reins, controlling Chishan's speed toward Yixing Town.

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