Chapter 56

"Breath... breath..."

Wu Mou was almost exhausted to the point of being a dog, and he suddenly felt a bit regretful, regretting why he didn't have silver. If he had silver, he could have directly bought an estate on the Zhuque Street, the closest to the imperial palace! That way, once he encountered a situation like today, he could always run to the imperial palace's guards for help, instead of running for four or five streets and still not seeing anyone who could save him.

The person behind him was like a leech, tightly clinging to Wu Fan, never being shaken off, and even showing traits that made Wu Fan extremely afraid. With Wu Fan's internal energy and physical strength, after running for so long, he was already exhausted. But the black-clothed person? Neither hurried nor slow, calm and composed, making Wu Mou's hair stand on end! What did this mean? It meant that the black-clothed person saw him as fish on a chopping board, a mouse in a cat's paw, to be toyed with before being killed to satisfy a deep-seated hatred!

"Bang!"

Wu Fan finally couldn't run anymore, his legs couldn't move, and he fell by the roadside.

The black-clothed person approached Wu Fan step by step, with very steady steps.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wu Fan leaned against the wall of the street, looking disheveled, and closed his eyes, panting heavily.

"Why aren't you running anymore?"

The black-clothed person asked calmly.

"Indeed... it's you! It's you... Yu Xiang!"

Wu Fan leaned lazily against the wall, his pale face looking even paler, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if in a relieved smile.

Yu Xiang slowly raised her hood, glanced at the pedestrians on the street who were decreasing as the sky grew darker, and turned to look at Wu Fan, her eyes full of hatred! Heart-chilling hatred!

"You are really bold, the whole city is searching for you, why don't you leave?" Wu Fan leaned against the wall, gazing at the setting sun, and said softly, "You should leave. The darkness under the lamp can only last for a moment, ultimately, it will be exposed."

"Why don't you leave? I haven't killed you yet!" Yu Xiang gritted her teeth, making a sound like a leopard gnawing on bones, and growled in a low voice, "Because of you! The three thousand people of the Maitreya Sect... were all beheaded in one night! The Zhuque Street is still flowing with blood, and everyone's eyes are open... How can they rest if you don't die? Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"

"Ha!"

"Ha ha!!"

"Ha ha ha!!!"

Wu Fan laughed three times with a rhythmic sneer and shook his head.

Yu Xiang's bloodshot eyes turned fierce, "Funny? Do you find it funny? They are three thousand people, not three thousand beasts, and you are the one who killed them!"

"No!"

Wu Fan loudly interrupted Yu Xiang.

Wu Fan stood up, looked at Yu Xiang, and said seriously, "It wasn't me who killed them, it was you! It was you who killed them! It was you, with your big chest and no brain, who insisted on learning to manipulate. It was you, who could have been careful and avoided everything, but showed me that list! It was you, who knew the Yellow Gate Guard and the Eagle Yang Guard were not good people, but still approached them! It was you who killed them! Because you shouldn't have appeared in Luoyang City!"

"You..."

"You actually dare to argue!" Yu Xiang was furious, and a short knife had already revealed half a foot of its blade from her wide sleeve, "You not only have no guilt, but also want to deny it!"

"I am just stating the facts!" Wu Fan looked at Yu Xiang calmly and said, "It wasn't me, it was you who killed them! It was you! You are just emotionally agitated. When you calm down, you will realize that this is a fact! A cruel and bloody fact! Even if you kill me, it won't change! You are the one who has no guilt, who wants to deny and shift the blame onto me!"

"No! Not me! It's you! It's you!"

"No, no, no! It's you! You need to understand, it is indeed you! Think about those beheaded people, think about those who died with their eyes open, think about those who died in confusion... It was you! It was you who insisted on bringing them to Luoyang City to resist the Great Sui Empire. Do you think a vast empire would be overthrown by your insignificant Maitreya Sect? Wrong! You are wrong! Terribly wrong! Because of your overestimation of yourself, your futile resistance, your insignificant struggle, they all died! Died without a clear cause! More tragically, the one who truly harmed them doesn't understand this! Ha ha ha ha..."

Wu Fan's face was filled with a manic smile, his hoarse voice was inexplicably alluring. He walked to Yu Xiang, fearless.

Yu Xiang was an opponent Wu Fan could never defeat, a master of external energy. Wu Fan's only chance of survival was to use Yu Xiang's sudden emotional and mental confusion after a huge shock.

Slowly unbuttoning his clothes, revealing his emaciated chest, Wu Fan slowly reached out and grabbed Yu Xiang's hand holding the knife, pressing it against his left chest, and said, "Yes, right here! You just need to apply a little force, 'swoosh' it goes in, and when you pull it out, my blood will fly everywhere, like plum blossoms in the snow, very beautiful and moving! Come on! Kill me! Then leave here, and think... think about how you harmed those three thousand people, think about how, every time you close your eyes, countless people cry and demand your life... think... think..."

"No! Not me! Not me! Not me..."

Yu Xiang's emotions were extremely agitated. Her face, originally red with anger, turned white when she said the first "not me," turned ashen when she said the second "not me," and by the third "not me," she was trembling all over, unable to hold the knife, and fell to the ground, crying very sadly, very sadly.

Wu Fan secretly sighed, but if he had a choice, he wouldn't use such a risky method, exposing himself to such danger.

【If I had known, I would have exchanged for cultivation techniques at home and improved my strength before coming out! I can't afford to earn so many evil points and have nowhere to spend them!】

Muttering to himself, Wu Fan slowly squatted down, picked up Yu Xiang's short knife, looked at it a few times, and said, "It's a good knife, entirely purple, probably made of 'purple gold.' The blade is only a foot and three inches long, but it's worth a fortune. The handle is likely made of deer antler, wrapped with gold thread, making it hard to slip... It can cut hair and slice through iron... It kills without spilling blood!"

"Swish!"

"Ha ha... you... ha ha..."

Yu Xiang's previously collapsed emotions finally stopped, but the blood flowing from her throat could never be stopped.

Wu Fan looked at Yu Xiang's incredulous eyes, silently shook the short knife in his hand, and said, "Indeed, it kills without spilling blood... Sorry! I have to kill you, if you don't die, I can't rest easy!"

Yu Xiang stared at Wu Fan, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she covered her broken throat, struggling to open her mouth.

"No... it's... not... me... ha ha... it's... you! It's you..."

Even now, Yu Xiang still cared deeply about who had truly harmed the Maitreya Sect members.

Wu Fan nodded, meeting Yu Xiang's gaze, and smiled, "Yes! It's me! It's me! You can go in peace! It's me! How can I live if they don't die?"

"Ha ha..."

Yu Xiang's pupils began to dilate, and finally, her head tilted, and she died.

"Phew—!"

Wu Fan let out a long breath, sat on the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The sun set, the long street, the ancient road, a man, a woman's corpse, and the blood that had turned golden, silent as if forever sealed in a painting...

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