refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 112

The knife came fiercely, fell swiftly, and was chiseled firmly, it hit the center of Xue Erjin's head, cut straight down, and in a blink of an eye there was a rough and violent bloodstain.

He seemed to have an endless flow of turbid blood, which flowed out one by one along the cracked forehead, spread over the hair, wet/drenched the earrings, meandered and drooped down the depth of the neck, and finally dripped on the clothes. In the dry and thick interlayer of the robe, it quickly soaked through the entire lapel.

When the first knife came down, the man was standing in front of him, the blood had blocked most of his vision, so his face was also blurred into a mess, only the voice was clear, more urgent than when the stone knife fell People are miserable.

"If it wasn't for your two brothers who made trouble, I shouldn't have been like this for the past four years."

Xueer's shoulders and arms trembled slightly, and he still wanted to struggle to do something else.Immediately after the second knife came down, it slammed on the top of his still intact right arm with brute force, ruthlessly and resolutely, crushing the other half of the hard/hard bones into shape.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.His throat was full of foamy blood, and at that moment he couldn't control the blood that was burning wildly around him like a raging fire, and the viscous liquid like a blade clinged to his throat, burning and stinging.

"You living sword clansmen are born to be a sad tool of servility—and you are probably the most stubborn and stupid among them." The man said, "...As for your brother, he is just a waste."

"When I reached out to skin him, he knelt on the ground and begged desperately for mercy. He kowtowed to me and even rubbed my heels up and down like a dog."

"Of course—you too. You're a dead dog."

Xue Erjin suddenly changed color, stood up suddenly, and wanted to fight against it with the blood all over his body, but the stone knife full of vigor was irresistible after all, even if he got closer, Xue Erjin Jin can clearly see traces of red marks on the knife body.

When the third knife came down, it struck his chest heavy and fast immediately, his ribs cracked, the sound came from the bottom of his heart, and could not stop the crisp or heavy ending.Because of Xue Lan coughing, a mouthful of black blood splashed all over her body, and also splashed on the broken skirt of her chest. It was dyed red and gradually fainted into a reddish brown.

He still struggled, but his hands and feet were weak.The man squatted down and whispered in his ear: "Let me tell you... why are you acting like a fool, besieging yourself in Xixin Valley for four years in a blink of an eye..."

He was alone, standing next to Xue Erjin, trembling with laughter: "Did you know...the person you waited for with all your heart, passed away as early as the moment you first entered the valley?"

Xue Er's pupils trembled sharply, and there was a scream that was almost a whimper from his hoarse throat.

He didn't even have time to react, followed by the fourth knife and the fifth knife, falling like mountains collapsing, about to smash his internal organs into pieces, he raised his hand, and stretched out his bloody and rotten fingers, He tried to grab something, but the stone knife swung quickly, and the blade was pointed at the slightly shimmering gilt square ring at the end of his thumb. After a while, it seems that thousands of ghosts are roaring with their mouths——

"Xue Erjin, do you really think that every letter you have received in Xixin Valley over the years is from the same person?"

"In the beginning, yes. Your brother is not dead. Apart from begging for mercy, he can only lie in the cage and write tremblingly." The man raised his heels and stepped on Xue Erjin's torn face without hesitation. Looking at him so condescendingly, and then said word by word, "...the letters you begged and looked forward to every day and night at the bottom of Xixin Valley, I wrote them for him."

"Your brother died not long after you were resettled in the Valley of Washing Hearts."

"died."

"...It's all retribution."

"Four years ago, you two scum/slaves harmed me so much, and now, you will pay with your lives!"

"Stupid! Ridiculous! Seriously!"

madness--

ridiculous--

deserve it—

Xue Lan's eyes widened suddenly.

The moment the heavy green stone knife sank from the top of the head, all the fuzzy memories of 16 years ago, which were wiped out in smoke, overlapped and joined together in one place under the dark and cold pupils, which was as dazzling and clear as a reappearance of a picture.

Wen Pianhong's facial features, eyebrows and eyes are almost exactly the same as his. At this moment, under his eyes, it is infinitely stretched, distorted, and finally dyed bright red, endlessly burning the long-hidden hatred and hatred deep in his heart. grief.

That was the piercing pain that he had buried for 16 years.

The Wen Pianhong back then was also holding the extremely vicious Liguidao, which instantly dismantled him and dismembered him.

Every time he slashed, he would repeat in Xue Lanyin's ears the atrocities he had committed against his brother back then.

The great pain of despair and tearing, after breaking the blockade and suppression brought by the soul-dispelling curse, like a hurricane invaded/hit every unknown dead corner of Xue Lanyin's limbs and bones.

He was convulsed with pain. The memory of 16 years ago was like a knife that pierced his heart vertically, stabbing him so hard that he couldn't wake up. The dripping wound continued to emit terrifying burning pain, as well as a splitting sensation close to suffocation from head to toe.

He tried his best to keep his eyelids wide open, and the first thing he saw was Yan Kai's pale and bewildered face in front of him.Then that face was shattered like a dream, and turned into the snow-colored back of him when he left Xixin Valley that day.

Because the corners of Xue Lan's eyes were red, she couldn't help but hissed at him, "Master!"

"Master, don't go, don't go!!"

"...I'm here, I'm not leaving!" Yan Jue trembling, stretched out his hand to support him, his cold palm covered his bleeding back, and was soon burned to fester by the extremely corrosive live blood.He hugged Xue Lanyin like he was hugging a mountain that was on the verge of collapsing at any time, but he couldn't use any strength at all, so he could barely support her with his body strength, holding her in his arms, trying to stop him from falling Back gushing blood.

However, the wounds caused by the Li Ghost Saber were too great, and Yan Jue was short of cultivation at this moment, so he couldn't rely on spells to repair Xue Lanyin for a short time.At that time, he was helped up with one hand, trying to use his strength to stand firm, when suddenly there was a sharp gust of saber wind above his head, and the huge shadow covering the sky and the sun instantly covered most of the line of sight above him, Yan Jue He wanted to dodge, but its strength was simply unreasonable, it almost brushed the vital parts of the two people's heads and fell violently. It only takes a precise and hard blow to shatter the skull and spine together.

Yan Jue hugged Xue Lanyin by himself and retreated a few feet, Ya Lingjian let him pick it up, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and then there was a chilling loud clang, and the slender, white sword The body rubbed against the terrifying edge of the Li Ghost Saber, and the sparks that were rubbed out crackled crisply, and even carried a hint of indescribable bloody taste faintly.

That Ya Ling sword was originally a murderous sword that killed countless people. At that time, when it was stained with the live blood that Xue Lanyin wiped on it with his own hands, from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, it could not stop screaming shrillly.Yan Jue was holding it with one hand empty, and he couldn't control the huge power brought by the fierce sword's rage.However, Wen Pianhong was very strategic, the Liguidao was such an evil thing, but he swung it away with both hands and pushed it with ease, obviously it was the result of years of savings.

When he was in the Northern Territory earlier, Yan Jue had questioned Wen Pianhong's identity.Xue Lanyin's bizarre death back then had caused him a lot of blows, especially when he returned to Xixin Valley afterwards and happened to meet Mo Fuqiu guarding half of Xue Lanyin's head, he collapsed on the spot and couldn't control himself .

Today, when the real murderer behind the scenes is standing in front of him, he suddenly realizes that some things are not as simple as he imagined at first.

——For example, Wen Pianhong himself, and the layer of human skin that Wen Pianhong has been wearing for nearly 20 years.

He hid himself so deeply that he almost became the dead man named "Gu Hebai".

Everyone said to him that he was the deputy head of the valley, but he did not expect that the person who really should be changed to this name had already fallen into the eighteenth level of hell along with his never-departing gold-plated square ring, and suffered forever. Constant torture.

It's a pity that when Yan Jue unearthed all these truths that had been buried for many years with his own hands, it was already too late.

Li Guidao and Ya Lingjian confronted each other again, the sudden fierce energy was more than ten feet high, Yan Jue's hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably, and soon he couldn't hold on Then, he was shocked by the saber air from the air and flew out obliquely, smashing hard on the half-cut thick trunk behind him, coughing out a big mouthful of warm blood.

Xue Lanyin fell in the withered grass not far from him, and the hideous wound made by the stone knife spread all the way from the back of his head to his waist, almost splitting his whole body in half.

This knife of his was born for Yan Bully.When Yan Jue raised his eyes and looked again, he felt that the apex of his heart was twisting and throbbing. He hurriedly struggled to get up, trying to hook his vacant knuckles.Suddenly, the eyes darkened, Wen Pianhong's tall and slender figure blocked his way, and then he squatted down slowly and calmly, staring at Yan Jue's long and narrow phoenix eyes that seemed to be pierced by a knife.

After a long while, Wen Pianhong raised his eyebrows, stretched out a hand to pinch his blood-stained chin, and murmured: "...he is a good-looking man. If not for the fact that all the sects are eager to kill you, you can't be killed." Cut off your hands and feet, and throw them into the stinking fences in the streets and alleys, so that others can see what you look like."