Chapter 80: I Cut Off His Head

"Boom—"

Deep in the night, the world was quiet, when suddenly a spring thunderclap rang out outside the window.

Following that, a light, drizzling rain began to fall.

Dark clouds had been gathering since the morning; he had not expected them to start pouring rain only when night fell.

The spring rain was continuous.

He did not know how long this rain would last.

Luo Zijun was startled awake from his cultivation state by the sound of thunder and opened his eyes.

His abdomen felt warm, as if a ball of flame were burning within.

Xiaohuan was already asleep.

The little girl was lying on her side, hugging the quilt, with one leg and a dainty little foot exposed outside the quilt, a hint of a smile still on the corners of her mouth.

He did not know if she was having a sweet dream or if it was the lingering happiness from before she fell asleep.

Luo Zijun held her petite foot, gently kneaded it for a moment, and tucked it back into the quilt, only to hear the little girl mumble in her sleep: "Young Master, kiss..."

Luo Zijun looked at her young, sleeping face, hesitated for a moment in his heart, then leaned over and gently kissed her little mouth.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, he touched and pulled away instantly.

The little girl seemed to feel a bit ticklish; she turned her little face away, her small mouth moved, and she muttered a few more things.

A smile appeared on her face.

It seemed that in her dream, she had also been kissed by Young Master.

Luo Zijun looked at the happy smile on her little face, and his mind could not help but start wandering again.

If the time came and he finished the mission and left, what would happen to this little girl?

What would happen to his sister and brother-in-law?

Would this world suddenly disappear, or would they lose him, yet continue living their own lives as if they had never possessed him at all?

Or perhaps there would be another "him" to fill the void left by his departure?

Thinking of these things, he suddenly felt a bit distressed.

Reborn...

But after being reborn, besides life itself, what else could he possess?

He possessed life now, too.

Moreover, he also possessed the familial affection, family, and happiness that did not exist in that other world.

And there was his Senior Sister, and his friends.

If everything here was real...

Why wouldn't it be real?

Only after coming here did he feel familial affection; only after coming here did he feel warmth; and it was also here that he truly became happy, even feeling the meaning of being alive.

Could these feelings all be fake?

Could it be that only the miserable encounters, the various sorrows and despairs of the past, were real?

He covered his head and closed his eyes.

Various thoughts, like a tidal wave, continuously surged into his mind, colliding fiercely and entangling.

"Perhaps... I can stay here forever..."

"That voice in my mind did not set a time limit for the mission..."

"As long as Xu Xian does not marry the White Snake, as long as the White Snake does not form another marriage... then the mission will neither succeed nor fail..."

"Then he could..."

Once this thought emerged, it was like a burst dam, impossible to stop.

But, was all of this real?

Real...

Or fake...

His head buzzed, and a sharp pain struck.

He hurriedly patted his head, not daring to let his thoughts wander any further, and forced himself to make a firm decision.

Finish the mission and leave immediately!

Wait for the White Snake to appear!

He lay down, closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm the emotions in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard what seemed to be an unusual sound outside.

He immediately sat up and looked toward the window.

Although it was raining outside, that sound from just a moment ago was still clear.

It sounded like the noise of a foot stepping on a dry branch.

Ever since his sister and brother-in-law told him those things, every night before cultivating, he would break some dry branches and leaves from the woodshed and scatter them in the corners of the walls.

That sound just now...

If it were any other time, he might not have paid much attention.

But tonight his brother-in-law was not home, and he had to remain twelve times as cautious.

In this house, he was the only man left.

He had to protect them well.

He immediately got out of bed, moved silently to the window, hid behind the wall, and looked outside through a crack in the window.

Outside, it was pitch black.

The night rain fell in a steady drizzle, tapping against the flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard, as well as a broken bowl in the corner, producing crisp sounds.

The wind blew, causing the branches and leaves to sway, and the gate of the small courtyard occasionally made a "clatter" sound.

Other than that, there was no other abnormality.

He remained standing behind the window, waiting motionlessly.

A long time passed again.

Just as he let down his guard and prepared to leave, his pupils suddenly constricted!

Under the wall corner on the right!

Behind a pear tree, a black shadow suddenly moved!

That person hunched their body, step by step, like a beast ambushing prey, alert and silent, slowly walking toward the house, their right hand seemingly gripping a sharp knife about a foot long.

Luo Zijun's heart tightened instantly!

He immediately went over to put on his shoes, picked up the Dagger and the medicine pouch from the bedside, thought for a moment, quietly left the room, and hid in the darkness of the main room.

Clusters of medicinal powder drifted silently in the darkness.

The sound of the rain outside masked all of this.

Soon, the sound of barely audible footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

But because of the rainwater and mud, stepping on the bluestone slabs inevitably caused a trace of noise.

Luo Zijun gripped the Dagger in his hand tightly, his body like a taut bow, his muscles slowly tensing up, silently accumulating all his strength, his gaze fixed tightly on the doorway.

"Click..."

A soft sound.

That thin, foot-long sharp knife reached in through the crack of the door.

Then it began to fiddle with the bolt behind the door.

The bolt moved once and began to slide backward silently.

"Thump! Thump!"

At this moment, Luo Zijun's breathing almost stopped, and the sound of his heartbeat was exceptionally clear.

He hunched his body slightly, his muscles tensed tightly, his eyes fixed on the door bolt being slowly pushed aside, his legs like fully drawn bowstrings, infused with all his strength.

"Click..."

The door bolt was pushed completely aside.

But the person outside the door did not enter immediately.

Another long silence.

Only then did that person slowly push open the door and walk in silently.

"Whoosh..."

The cold night wind, carrying the scent of earth, swept in from the opened door.

White powder drifted silently in the air.

That person closed the door, looked toward the room on the left, and then looked toward the room on the right.

The door to the room on the right was not completely closed.

Just now, under the blowing of the night wind, it had swayed, revealing a slightly ajar gap.

A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes; gripping the sharp knife, he walked over step by step.

Then, he stopped at the doorway.

Silence for several breaths.

He reached out his hand and gently pushed open the door.

"Puff—"

At this very moment, a cluster of white powder was suddenly scattered from the darkness nearby. The man was startled, hurriedly retreated, and waved his hand to sweep it away.

He had just come in from outside, his vision had not yet fully adapted to the pitch-black interior, and he could only hear a trace of sound but could not see the powder.

The powder instantly covered his head.

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the corner like an arrow released from a string, a cold glint flashed in its hand, stabbing toward his throat!

"Clang!"

The man reacted quickly, immediately swinging the sharp knife in his hand to block, deflecting the Dagger that had come to ambush him.

However, that Dagger was merely a cover and did not have much force behind it.

A fist filled with power suddenly flew out from the darkness, and with a "bang," it slammed heavily into his chest.

Pain struck suddenly.

The man let out a muffled groan, his body shook, and he retreated two steps, while the sharp knife in his hand took the opportunity to slash forward fiercely.

However, that ambushing black shadow had already dodged away after the strike succeeded.

At the same time, a cluster of white powder was scattered toward him again.

!

The door had already closed.

The room was pitch black, and the air was full of powder.

The man's vision was a blur.

Almost without any hesitation, he immediately threw the sharp knife in his hand forward, then opened the door at the fastest speed and dashed out!

His speed was very fast; the moment he threw the sharp knife, he had already dashed out.

There is a martial artist in the house!

Tonight's plan can only be abandoned.

It was just that he was very puzzled.

In this room, there only remained Li Zhengshan's wife, his brother-in-law, and a maidservant, all of whom were people without the strength to truss a chicken; who exactly was it?

"Whoosh!"

He endured the pain in his chest and dashed toward the courtyard wall on the right at maximum speed.

There was a low tree there.

As long as he could borrow a little force from that tree, he would be able to vault over the courtyard wall and escape this place!

He jumped up suddenly, stepped one foot onto the branches of that tree, then used the momentum to leap, jumping onto the courtyard wall with ease.

But a sudden change occurred!

The moment his feet touched the courtyard wall, his two legs suddenly went inexplicably weak, his vision blurred, and he found himself unable to control his body, falling backward.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily back into the courtyard.

Muddy water splashed on the ground.

The pain in his back and the icy rain caused him to wake up abruptly.

He had been poisoned.

How could he have been poisoned?

He scrambled to climb up from the ground in a panic, but just as he stood up, his legs went weak again, and he knelt on the ground.

His whole body was limp.

At the same time, there was excruciating pain in his abdomen and his brain.

His lips began to turn black.

His eyes, nose, and mouth all began to bleed.

He was somewhat dazed.

What kind of poison was this?

At this moment, a figure walked out from under the eaves, went to the corner to pick up a shovel and an axe, and then walked toward him step by step, cautiously.

It looked like they were going to dig soil, and also like they were going to chop firewood.

But clearly, it was neither.

That person arrived before him but did not dare to get close, first raising the shovel in their hand and striking his head fiercely.

"Clang..."

The man felt his head was very hard, and the echo was very crisp.

He finally saw the attacker before him clearly.

It was a youth, a youth with a tall, slender, and delicate build, and a handsome face.

"Clang!"

The youth gave him another shovel.

Fresh blood flowed down from his head, blurring his vision.

Then he saw the youth throw away the shovel in his hand, pick up the axe from the ground, and approach him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak.

But a mouthful of blood suddenly surged from his throat, and he felt his internal organs twisting in extreme pain.

This poison... was so ruthless.

"Swish!"

The sharp axe arrived, carrying a whistling gale and rain, and with a "crack," it directly split his flesh and hacked into his neck.

He widened his eyes, wanting to speak,

but in an instant, everything went black before his eyes, and his head suddenly rolled off his neck.

"Gurgle..."

Carrying a spray of blood, it rolled into the mud on the ground.

"Drip, drop..."

The night rain drizzled, and the eaves dripped.

In the small courtyard, silence was restored.

At this time, the light in the room on the left suddenly turned on, and the window was pushed open with a "whoosh."

Luo Jiaorong poked her head out from the window, holding a knife in her hand, and said angrily, "Who is making clanging sounds in the courtyard!"

"..."

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he spoke, "Sister, it's me."

Luo Jiaorong was stunned, and seeing the axe in his hand, she became even angrier: "Hey, you brat, not sleeping in the middle of the night, and actually chopping firewood in the courtyard! Are you looking for a whipping?"

Luo Zijun: "..."

"It's raining outside, why don't you hurry up and come in!"

Luo Jiaorong put down the knife, preparing to go out and teach him a lesson.

Luo Zijun said hurriedly, "Sister, don't move! Stay in the room, don't come out!"

There was poisonous powder scattered in the main room; he must not let her be poisoned.

But Luo Jiaorong clearly would not listen to him: "Hey, you brat, you actually dare to order me around! Not only am I going out now, but I'm also going to get a whip and lash you!"

"Sister, look!"

Luo Zijun was helpless and had no choice but to pick up the severed head from the ground and hold it up, letting her know the current situation.

Luo Jiaorong was stunned, stopped her steps, and looked outside the window, saying, "What is that?"

It was dark outside.

For a moment, she did not see clearly, only able to make out vaguely that it was a pitch-black mass.

"A human head."

"..."

Luo Jiaorong was stunned, and just as she was about to scold him, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this moment, the headless corpse on the ground was spurting fresh blood, and the thick, bloody stench quickly drifted over, carried by the night breeze.

"Ah..."

Her voice began to tremble, and her face began to turn pale.

"Zijun..."

Luo Zijun comforted her: "Sister, don't be afraid. It was just a petty thief; I have already cut off his head."

Luo Jiaorong: "..."

At this time, the window of another room opened.

Xiaohuan poked her head out from the window, rubbing her eyes, and said sleepily: "Young Master, whose head did you cut off?"

After asking, the little girl suddenly froze: "Ah, a head..."

(End of this chapter)