Chapter 88

Sun Yu almost fainted from the pain; his legs went weak, and his whole body went down, but was hung in mid-air by Jiang Ye holding that broken arm.

The intense pain made his whole body tremble, and every breath felt like swallowing a knife.

His tears and snot covered his face, and that white face was now distorted beyond recognition.

There was no more arrogance on his face, and in his eyes looking at Jiang Ye, besides the fear deep in his bones, there was only bone-deep resentment.

His brain was not stupid enough to react.

The old man in front of him was not his own servant at all, but clearly here to kill!

"Spare... spare my life... beg you to spare my life..."

After the shrill wail, he made intermittent pleas in his mouth.

That voice was full of fear and despair, but deep in his eyes, a trace of sinister calculation flashed.

The screams and pleas became louder and sharper, almost tearing his own throat.

He knew that as long as his voice was loud enough, he could alarm everyone in the mansion.

Those servants, those guards, those eight Transformation of Force retainers, as long as one heard, he would be saved!

By then, this old thing in front of him would be dead!

However, as time passed bit by bit.

This huge mansion seemed as if everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, deathly silent and terrifying.

No footsteps, no gasps, no response.

Sun Yu's desperate pleas almost made his throat hoarse, and the smell of blood seeped from his throat, but he didn't get a single response.

"How could this be... why could this be..."

In Sun Yu's eyes, besides fear and resentment, a trace of confusion finally flowed.

That confusion was full of incomprehension, full of doubt, full of disbelief.

Could it be that everyone in the Sun mansion had slept to death?

That shouldn't be!

Those lowly servants didn't have the qualifications to sleep at this time; they should be working, patrolling, serving people.

And, aren't those eight Transformation of Force martial artists retained by the family all sharp-eared and quick-eyed people?

With such a big movement, how could they not hear it!

Why would this happen!!!

Jiang Ye seemed to see Sun Yu's confusion, looked at him indifferently, and said indifferently:

"Are you wondering why you shouted so loudly, but no one came to save you, right?"

He paused, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc:

"Let me tell you why."

After speaking, Jiang Ye loosened his five fingers and let Sun Yu fall to the ground.

Bang!

Sun Yu hit the ground heavily, and a piercing pain came from the broken arm, but he couldn't care about this.

This young master, who was usually pampered and lazy to walk far, erupted with amazing survival instinct under the pressure of death.

He endured the piercing pain of the bone fragments rubbing against each other in his broken arm, and "whoosh," he struggled to climb up from the ground.

Almost without any hesitation, the moment he got up, he ran toward the room on the west side like a wild dog chased crazily.

The eight Transformation of Force martial artists retained by the family always gathered in the west room at night to drink and have fun!

As long as he ran there and lured that old thing over, he would be safe! He would be saved!

Thinking of this, his legs, which had already gone weak, actually gave birth to a bit of strength, and the speed of running became faster, not even caring about the piercing pain from the broken arm.

Along the way, he saw several servants, all lying on the ground, eyes closed, chests still rising and falling, clearly all knocked unconscious.

He also understood why he had shouted until his throat was hoarse, but no one responded.

It turned out that these lowly servants had all been knocked unconscious by that old thing.

Then why couldn't those Transformation of Force martial artists hear it...

Could it be that they were also knocked unconscious?

"No! This is absolutely impossible!"

As soon as this terrifying thought flashed in his mind, Sun Yu shook his head and denied it immediately.

Those are eight Transformation of Force martial artists!

Eight people!

How could anyone knock out eight Transformation of Force martial artists silently!

He ran faster and faster, more and more urgently, looking back from time to time, for fear that the old thing would suddenly catch up.

But every time he looked back, the old thing just followed behind him unhurriedly, as if walking a dog, unhurried, yet unable to shake off.

Finally, he ran to the door of the west room. Light shone through the door cracks, clearly there were people inside.

"Finally here!!!"

A trace of brilliance finally returned to Sun Yu's eyes, which were full of fear and resentment.

That brilliance contained the joy of survival, the ecstasy of being saved, and a trace of distorted pleasure.

He pushed the door open fiercely, cursing out loud:

"Are your ears deaf......"

The next moment.

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Pushing the door open, what greeted him was not heaven.

But, hell.

Only to see inside the room, eight headless corpses lay scattered on the ground like mud.

Some lay in front of the wine table, some lay beside the chairs, some lay by the wall, and every corpse had a shocking broken neck.

Eight heads were scattered on the ground like balls played by children, rolling everywhere.

Some rolled under the table, some rolled to the corner of the wall, some rolled right at the threshold, facing Sun Yu who pushed the door and entered, his eyes wide open in death.

The expressions on the eight heads were different, with fear, shock, confusion, and disbelief.

But all were frozen at the last moment before death, as if they hadn't reacted to how they died.

The blood at the broken neck was still bubbling out, dyeing the floor of the entire room dark red.

The strong smell of blood rushed to his face, almost making him faint.

If this isn't hell, what is.

"Ah——!!!"

Sun Yu retreated two steps in horror, letting out a tearing scream.

That sound was shriller, more desperate, and more fearful than when his arm was crushed earlier.

At this moment, he finally understood.

Why the sharp-eared Transformation of Force martial artists couldn't hear his voice.

It turned out they were all killed!

Eight Transformation of Force martial artists! All dead!

He looked back tremblingly.

Only to see the old man, walking like a stroll, following behind him unhurriedly.

Under the moonlight, that aged face was as calm as water, as if the corpses all over the ground, the eight rolling heads, had nothing to do with him.

Sun Yu looked at Jiang Ye like seeing a ghost, his face distorted, his voice hoarse and trembling: "You... you killed them all..."

Jiang Ye didn't respond to his question, just showed a playful expression on his face.

He said indifferently, his tone carrying a bit of teasing: "Not running anymore? Do you want to think about who else can save you?"

"You... you..."

Hearing this, Sun Yu's heart trembled, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his skull.

The figures of his parents suddenly flashed in his mind.

Why couldn't they hear his voice either.

Could it be......

An extremely terrifying thought exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

He let out a roar like a madman, and then ran toward the middle room like crazy.

Seeing his crazy running back, Jiang Ye sneered and followed unhurriedly.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Because he ran too fast and too hard, Sun Yu felt his lungs were about to explode, and a loud wheezing sound came from his mouth.

Finally, he ran to the room where his father was.

The room was brightly lit, orange light shining through the window paper, looking exceptionally warm in this pitch-black night.

But Sun Yu's heart became more and more panicked, heavier and heavier, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pushed the door open carefully.

Creak.

A light sound.

The door opened.

First to come into view were two maids lying on the ground, their breathing steady, their chests still rising and falling, clearly just knocked unconscious.

His heart relaxed slightly.

If even the maids were fine, then his parents should also be fine......

His gaze shifted, and the pupils in Sun Yu's eyes shrank suddenly.

On the bed, two headless corpses lay side by side.

That familiar robe, that familiar figure, that shocking broken neck.

That stinging red blood color pierced his eyes like a sharp blade, making his eyes go dark, almost fainting on the spot.

"How could this be......"

Sun Yu exited the room in a panic, his spirit near collapse.

He could bully men and women in the prefecture city and act recklessly, wasn't it because of his parents' protection?

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how big a disaster he caused, his father would come forward to settle it, and his mother would protect him.

As a result, the people who could protect him were gone.

This second-generation ancestor finally felt that the sky was falling.

He looked back tremblingly, only to see the old man standing behind him indifferently.

"You... you devil..."

Sun Yu looked at Jiang Ye almost collapsed, excessive fear made his voice unable to come out, only able to squeeze out a hoarse air sound from his throat.

His legs were trembling, his lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling, as if he could fall apart at any time.

Jiang Ye didn't pay attention to his insults, still that playful expression of a cat playing with a mouse: "Still running?"

Hearing this, Sun Yu's hair stood on end, and under the urge of fear, his nearly exhausted body erupted with strength again, running away in a panic.

"Right, there's Third Great Uncle! He... must be able to save me..."

Sun Yu suddenly thought of the former pillar of the Sun family.

That Third Great Uncle with peak Transformation of Force strength had been living in the depths of the Sun mansion's courtyard since he got old and his blood qi began to decline, rarely appearing in public.

Sun Yu hadn't seen this Third Great Uncle for more than a year, so he didn't even remember that there was such a pillar in the mansion just now.

He used all his strength, as if to squeeze out every bit of strength from every piece of flesh and blood, and ran toward the small room in the depths of the courtyard.

Finally, he saw that bit of light.

Through that bit of light, he vaguely saw a figure sitting beside the table.

"It's Third Great Uncle! He hasn't slept yet!"

He used his last bit of strength to run to the door and pushed the door open fiercely.

Only to see an old man with sparse hair and a bloodless face sitting stiffly there, holding a book in his hand.

His whole body had no aura, like a wax statue, motionless.

"Third Great Uncle!!!"

Sun Yu couldn't wait to let out a desperate shout, his voice full of desperate expectation: "Save me......"

His shout seemed to bring a bit of night wind.

The next moment.

The old man's head slid off his neck without warning. It hit the ground with a "thud," rolled twice, and stopped right beside Sun Yu's feet.

Those turbid old eyes were facing Sun Yu, who was full of panic, his pupils scattered, as if still telling of the confusion before death.

"Ah......"

Sun Yu completely collapsed.

He was like a soul extracted, swaying and retreating two steps, every step stepping on his own legs, like a walking corpse.

Subsequently, he couldn't stand anymore, his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his tears and snot covered his face.

At this moment.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A footstep came, and it was none other than Jiang Ye who followed.

He looked at Sun Yu, who was almost collapsed, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his aged face, "Shouldn't be running anymore."

However, he still underestimated the lower limit and survival instinct of this kid.

"Don't kill me... beg you don't kill me..."

The almost collapsed Sun Yu actually struggled to climb up, lying at Jiang Ye's feet, kowtowing and begging.

His forehead hit the ground fiercely, making a "bang" sound, kowtowing until he was bloody, but he was completely unaware.

"My sister... my sister is from the Feng family! You can't kill me! Otherwise, the Feng family won't let you go..."

As soon as the words came out, he seemed to realize that daring to threaten Jiang Ye at this time was simply looking for death.

He trembled fiercely and immediately changed his words, his voice full of distorted flattery and fear: "My sister is so beautiful... she also has a great figure, she is a famous beauty, as long as you don't kill me, I'll let her sleep with you......"

Jiang Ye shook his head slightly.

In terms of shamelessness, this kid can be said to be top-notch.

Game over, he had no patience to listen to this kid's nonsense anymore.

He took out that cold, shining curved blade.

Under the moonlight, the blade edge glowed with a cold light, reflecting Sun Yu's distorted and desperate face.

Sun Yu looked at the blade, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks.

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, wanting to run, wanting to......

Swish——!!!

The blade light flashed.

Everything returned to silence.

Jiang Ye felt something, then smiled indifferently.

Blood Moon Blade, perfected.