Legend of the Asura - Chapter 72

[Chapter 72 Murder Without Blood]

“Brother Feng, you’re out.” As soon as Feng Xiao came out of the game cabin, he heard the soft voice of Xi Ruo.

Xi Ruo was half lying on the sofa, her blurred eyes looked in his direction, and there was a faint look in her eyes.

Once, she thought that she no longer had the right to love, and even though she fell in love with a boy at first sight, she did not have the slightest hope and courage. However, when this man appeared by her side again and again, he surprised her again and again, gave her hope of life, gave her the warmth of her home, and the extravagant hope in her heart began to slowly germinate.

“I’m really disobedient, and I moved out of the room again, aren’t I afraid of bruising my body!”

In Yang Xiruo’s exclamation, she was already picked up by the waist and gently sent back to the room. Feng Yao quietly looked at her favorite brother and new sister, with a faint smile on her face and a trace of worry.

Today is the seventh.

Dinner time passed quietly in a warm atmosphere. Feng Xiao gently put down the bowl and spoon, and walked out of the room under Yang Xiruo’s reluctant gaze.

Feng Xiao put his hands behind his back and looked up at the starry sky, his eyes flashing with countless complex lights, like memories, like nostalgia, like pain, like hatred, like confusion, like firmness.

At this time of the month, he would stand on the balcony and watch the waning moon in the sky until midnight.

Time passed quietly, and Yang Xiruo had already fallen asleep. Feng Yao held a few neatly folded clothes and walked to Feng Xiao quietly.

“Brother, come back early.”

“Yao’er, don’t worry about me, go to bed earlier.” Feng Xiao gently pinched her little nose.

“Yeah!” Feng Yao smiled, gently changed his clothes, and finally put a mask on his face gently and carefully.

Feng Xiao kissed Feng Yao’s face lightly, and her body had turned into an afterimage, passing through the open window and sneaking into the vast night.

Feng Yao returned to the room and quietly looked at Xi Ruo’s elegant sleeping posture, but she did not feel sleepy at all.

…

“It’s been four months, and it’s finally our turn again. I don’t know who it will be this time.” Pain, fear and helplessness flashed in Nalan Yishuo’s eyes.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Seeing that Grandpa was still in the room, Nalan Yihong was shocked and rushed in: “Grandpa, why are you still here, leave quickly, Yingfeng wants to kill the people of Nayue Villa, as long as Out of here, there will be no danger.”

Nayue Villa, the headquarters of the Nalan family in Jinghua, is held by Nalan Yishuo, the second younger brother of the current head of the Nalan family, Nalan Yigui. He has two grandsons: Nalan Yihong and Nalan Yixuan.

Nalan waved his hand and said in a calm voice: “Everyone hasn’t left, guard here, how can I leave. Moreover, the people that Yingfeng kills every time will not be too important people, he The purpose is to make us fear and make us despair.”

“Where did our four great families offend Yingfeng? We should treat us like this.” Nalan Yihong gritted his teeth.

“I don’t know, no one knows.” Nalan Yishuo shook his head in pain. For three years, the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind has killed a member of the four great families every month, and the time is surprisingly fixed – 11:50 midnight on the 7th of each month. Before each action, he would convey the information of hunting and killing the target in various ways, so that the other party could taste the fear – because, no matter how careful and strict the guard was, the Blood Emperor Yingfeng had never missed, always. A life was taken away at the predetermined time and at the predetermined place, and all people could see was a pair of flying feathers flashing red.

Everyone in Nayue Villa clearly remembers yesterday’s scene.

The Liu family (Liu nanny), who was sent by Nalan Yiping, who was married into the Ximen family, to perform a secret mission, stumbled to Nayue Villa yesterday and said to everyone: “The Shadow of the Blood Emperor is about to come to Nayue Villa and take it away. A life that shouldn’t exist.”

No matter what others said to her or what they did to her, she didn’t respond at all, just kept repeating the same sentence, and finally, finally fainted. After waking up, he completely lost his sense of action and turned into a complete vegetative state.

“Hong’er, what time is it?”

“It’s half past eleven.”

“Quickly summon everyone who is still in the villa and gather them all in the hall. We can’t be scared by the blood emperor’s reputation, let alone sit back and wait. Everyone gathers together and sees what he does.” Nalan Yishuo stood Standing up, the bones crackled.

“Yes, Grandpa.”

…

The hall of Nayue Villa was crowded with people, but it was surprisingly quiet. Several leaders were nervously counting the number of people.

“Second Master, there are quite a few people, all of them are here.” Hall Master Jin reported respectfully.

“Okay! Let everyone stand by, pay attention to the movement around, and don’t scatter.” Nalan Yishuo solemnly issued an order.

“Yes, the second head of the family.” The five hall masters of Jin, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth immediately acted and gathered all the people in the center of the hall. The elite of the Nalan family were outside, and the hall master was in the middle. The young master was tightly surrounded by the middle.

You can hear needles falling in the hall, and you can only vaguely hear heartbeats of different frequencies. As time passed by, the heartbeats of these people became faster and faster, and the hands of the Nalan family elites who were holding swords and even firearms began to sweat.

The powerful Nalan family in Jinghua is wary of one person with a battle of more than 200 people, but they do not feel any exaggeration or shame, because the other party is the blood emperor shadow style.

The time has already pointed to eleven forty-nine, and there is still no movement. Everyone is slightly relieved. In such a battle, even the Blood Emperor Yingfeng has no chance to start.

“Hehe, I don’t think Yingfeng will come. We are so crowded together that we are on the verge of breaking out. Even if he is an immortal, he would not dare to rush in rashly.” Hall Master Jin laughed and eased the tension in the hall.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Hall Master Mu also let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt a breeze blowing from the tip of his nose. He touched his nose suspiciously and asked strangely, “Huh? It’s clearly closed here. How could there be wind? Hall Master Jin, did you feel it?… Hall Master Jin?… Hall Master Jin?…Ah— Hall Master Jin Jin is dead, Hall Master Jin is dead!!”

Hall Master Mu’s voice was like a thunderbolt, shocking everyone to the spot, only to feel a cold air rising from the spine – the closed hall, the silent atmosphere, the airtight defense, the silence under the eyes of the two hundred people Killing a hall master surrounded by the middle without interest—is this the horror of the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind?

Hall Master Mu’s guts were split, and he fell to the ground. He couldn’t understand why the person who was talking to him a few seconds ago died silently before his eyes, and he couldn’t see it on his body. A trace of scars and blood.

The blood emperor of the East, kills without blood. Only those who can kill people with wounds that leave no blood and no marks can be called the real emperor in blood.