Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 57: Stormy
It is late autumn now and the wind blowing into my sleeves has become a little chilly.
If there is a drizzle, it will be considered cold, and people will want to put on more clothes.
But there's nothing we can do about it, because autumn is just like this. The roads are cold, the wind is chilly, and the leaves are yellow. People say that autumn is dreary, and it's not without reason.
Banjiexian finally went to his wife's grave. It was a lonely grave on a barren slope, just like she was when she was alive, looking a little lonely and helpless.
The wind was very strong that day, blowing people's clothes and making them rustle.
Banjiexian changed his appearance again and became an ordinary middle-aged man, but perhaps this was his true appearance. Li Si had never seen his true face, so naturally he couldn't tell it clearly.
He did not smile as he usually does. He just stood silently in front of the grave with no expression on his face, making it difficult to describe his expression.
By the time he finished looking at the tombstone in front of the lonely grave and knelt down, the wind had gotten stronger. Of course, this might just be an illusion.
The figure in front of the grave looked a little thin and hunched.
Li Si stood behind the slope, leaning against a dead tree, waiting quietly.
A leaf fell down and he caught it in his hand, playing with it casually.
The withered yellow fallen leaves slowly turned between the fingers, covering the lonely grave and the kneeling figure.
Xiao Muchu arrived after nightfall, when the dark clouds in the sky finally couldn't hold back enough and a light rain began to fall.
He walked from a distance and came to Li Si's side. What was unusual was that he didn't hold a folding fan in his hand, but a stack of mourning papers.
Looking at the half-immortal kneeling in front of the grave not far away, he lowered his eyes and raised the funeral paper in his hand into the air.
The white pieces of paper were blown away by the wind and flew to the far end of the barren slope. When they fell to the ground, they were wetted by the drizzle and stuck in the dust.
This day can be described as a stormy one.
Just like this world of martial arts.
It was just like the scene that Xiao Muchu saw when he established Fengyu Piaoyao Tower.
Dark clouds are gathering and a storm is about to come, and the people in this world are all in a precarious situation.
Looking at Banjiexian, Xiao Muchu was silent for a while, then walked up to him, took off his coat and put it on Banjiexian.
Then he stood up, turned and left.
"After you see her, you can go wherever you want."
Xiao Muchu said as he walked down the hillside.
In fact, over the years, he was not completely unaware of what Banjiexian had done for them and their son.
However, he no longer knew how he should face his biological father.
In the wind and rain, the brocade clothes that Xiao Muchu wore on Banjiexian's body fell into dust. He walked past Li Si, glanced at Li Si, and said.
"I owe you something, anything. You tell me, and I'll do it."
After saying this, he lowered his head and walked into the wind and rain, his clothes fluttering.
Li Si watched the man walk away, turned around and sighed, then let go of the fallen leaves in his hand and let them fly away with the wind.
People say that the world is free and easy, but is there anyone in this world who can really be free and easy?
Some people say that Li Si can do it, but in fact, can he really do it? He is just like a fallen leaf, without roots or branches, drifting with the wind.
…
The tea on the ancient road was cold. In a tea stall, Li Si was sitting at a table drinking tea.
It has been nearly half a month since the incident of Banjiexian, and no one knows where he is now.
Is he still helping out in that restaurant, or maybe he’s collecting his favorite news, or maybe he’s getting drunk in some restaurant?
Who knows? Anyway, he changed his face and walked into the crowd.
But it seems that not having a real face is sometimes a sad thing, and you will always be alone.
It’s no wonder that he always comes to Li Si, probably because Li Si has become his only friend.
The figure of a person was reflected in the tea. Li Si picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
I could hear the conversation of people at the next table again.
It’s not that Li Si deliberately tried to listen, but with his hearing ability, it would be difficult for him to not hear what they were saying unless he deliberately tried not to listen.
"Have you heard about the strange things happening in the underworld recently?" This was what a short man at the next table said.
"Hehe, you are not from the underworld, why do you care about underworld affairs?" another relatively tall man sneered.
"Hey, can't we chat when we have nothing to do? I also heard from others that there are always deaths in the martial arts world recently."
The short man took a sip of tea and placed the bowl on the table.
"Huo, this is really novel. Then tell me, is there any day in the world where no one dies?" The tall man said with a smile while pouring tea.
“No, no, no, this time is different.” The short man shook his hand: “The dead people I’m talking about all died in very special ways.”
"Oh?" The tall man seemed to be interested: "What's so special about it?"
"I heard that when they died, there was a big hole in their chests and they all looked terrified."
"Big hole?"
…
The tall and short man were still chatting, but Li Si didn't listen any more.
Because he knew about this matter, he had heard it mentioned several times along the way.
Recently, there have been many cases of passers-by being killed on the road. Their deaths looked horrific, with a large hole on their chest, as if someone had pierced through it with an arm.
At first, only a few people died and no one cared. But later, more and more people died, and even some well-known players fell into it. Then people began to notice this matter.
Killing people by piercing the chest
This shows that the murderer may have practiced a special martial art, so he did not use weapons, just like Li Si himself.
And he should be very confident in himself, so he always kills people in the same way, simple and straightforward, killing with one blow, and he is not afraid that others will escape.
Experts generally have this habit when killing people: they only use one move, and they use it often.
But what is incomprehensible is that the man seemed to kill without any purpose or distinction, he simply killed anyone he met.
Such a murderer is really a headache in the world.
I hope I won’t encounter this, otherwise it will probably be a big trouble again.
Li Si thought so, finished his tea, and stood up to leave.
Next he planned to go to the Yellow Crane Tower and have a good time, but he didn't want to encounter any trouble.
It must be said that Li Si's time in society is relatively short. If he had been in the underworld more than 20 years ago, he should have been familiar with the method of killing by piercing the chest, or at least had heard of it a little.
This method of killing came from one person, a person who once made the entire world powerless.
