paranoianovel Chapter 2282 - 651: Hot-Blooded, Conspiracy (6)
Chapter 2282 - 651: Hot-Blooded, Conspiracy (6)
Rustle rustle rustle—the sound of snakes slithering across the ground was clearly audible in the stillness of the night, causing the heads of the few old men to tingle with fear, their faces turning deathly pale.
Just then, a dark shadow darted through the night like an arrow. An Zhifeng’s eyes gleamed with a cold excitement, a dangerous, bloodthirsty smile played at his lips, "Kill!"
At the command, the Thirteen Blood Generals shot out in all directions like thirteen arrows. Countless colorful venomous snakes, mouths wide open, lunged at them with bodies tense; one bite from their venomous fangs meant certain death!
In the midst of this danger, the Thirteen Blood Generals seemed invigorated, brandishing military knives in one hand and swinging daggers in the other. Those perilous snakes turned into pieces beneath their weapons, forming small mounds on the ground. Blood sprayed wildly, drenching their clothes, yet it only served to excite them further.
Among them, An Yiqing wielded the Qingying Sword, leisurely strolling through the sea of snakes. Wherever she passed, fierce sword energy followed. The sword energy carved beautiful arcs through the night, slicing any attacking serpents which landed on the ground, droplets of blood splattering, yet not a speck touched An Yiqing.
Behind her, Long Zixuan, Xiao Hei, Fatty Er Fei, and Old Jin followed closely. With their seals unlocked, Long Zixuan’s group of three used spiritual power to tear the snakes into halves with their bare hands, while Old Jin’s methods were even more brutal, his swift cat-like claws leaving decimated serpents in their wake!
As for the Feng Family Five Brothers, utilizing their agile bodies and lightning speed, they weaved between trees, cutting down the serpents lurking among the branches with no chance of escape.
Everything seemed as if they had rehearsed countless times, in perfect harmony. The Thirteen Blood Generals’ wild ferocity, the Feng Family’s agility, Long Zixuan’s group’s dominance, Old Jin’s brutality, and An Yiqing’s elegance merged into a breathtaking scene.
The white-haired old man and the young girl watched in a daze, while the burly men were equally stunned. When had they witnessed such slaughter? Violent, bloodthirsty, yet full of beauty. Inexplicably, the blood of those brawny men surged; this was the life they craved! This was what they wanted to pursue!
But the white-haired old man wasn’t moved by such fiery passion; he was calculating in his heart the odds of obtaining the Deed of Land Transfer from these people. Watching the brutal slaughter by An Yiqing and the others, his eyes flickered, and a plan slowly formed in his mind.
The massacre lasted until the next morning before it finally ended. The venomous snakes weren’t particularly strong, but there were a hell of a lot of them. Looking at the snake corpses scattered everywhere, An Zhifeng shook his sore arm and cursed.
Did they wipe out all the venomous snakes in the Black Forest? With so many snakes, you’d need more than a truck to haul them away, wouldn’t you?
An Yiqing carefully cleaned the Qingying Sword and put it away. Suddenly, she turned her head and gave the old man a look, her expression unreadable.
Taking a small porcelain bottle from her pocket, An Yiqing uncorked it and poured a single drop onto the ground. A sizzling sound erupted, spreading rapidly.
Before their very eyes, the snake bodies began to fizz with white foam, emitting light smoke and a pungent corrosive smell. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, in just a few minutes, the once-mounded snake parts turned into filthy water, vanishing without a trace.
"This, this..." The white-haired old man stared in disbelief at the ground. Was this the result of that single drop of liquid?
His eyes suddenly shone with fervor, his gaze on the small porcelain bottle in An Yiqing’s hand full of possessive desire.
An Yiqing gave him an indifferent glance, a slight smile tugging at her lips, as she placed the bottle back into her coat pocket.
"Rest in place for three hours." Saying this, she took out elixirs to restore their vital energy, giving one to each of An Zhifeng’s group.
The white-haired old man watched her closely; every move An Yiqing made was observed. When he saw her handing out pills to An Zhifeng and the rest, his eyes flickered, a deep-seated fanaticism filling their depths.
Ignoring the old man’s intense gaze, An Yiqing and An Zhifeng’s group formed a circle, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing their eyes to meditate, indifferent to the blood and the recent corpses all around them.
The white-haired old man looked at An Yiqing, pondered for a moment, then walked to a tree nearby and sat down. The young girl hesitated for a long time, disturbed by the thought of snake corpses everywhere. After much fidgeting, she finally placed her backpack on the ground and cautiously sat down on it.