Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 15 Variables
A night of wind and rain.
Just wait for dawn, outside the forest of flowers, while it was almost dark and about to light, on the muddy mountain road, a figure was suddenly seen sneaking into the chaotic graves with light and silent steps.
The person who came was none other than Li Muchan.
Now that the "Demon Cult" and the "Blue Dragon Society" are at war, at such a critical juncture, anyone who has anything to do with the two would probably want to flee thousands of miles away and escape far away, but he just wants to do the opposite.
The city of Luoyang was also in turmoil.
Overnight, many martial arts masters, both good and evil, were killed or wounded.
There was also fighting along the way, and every step was extremely dangerous.
When you walk on the street, a passing vendor may stab you, an old lady buying vegetables may throw a few hidden weapons at you, an old man delivering coal may be the most terrifying killer in the world, and a jumping child may be the descendant of the "Five Poison Sect" of Miaojiang. All of them can take your life, and you cannot guard against them at all.
He originally wanted to rush back to Luoyang City, but he was still cautious and secretly watched beforehand. It would have been better if he hadn't looked. After seeing this, Li Muchan felt a chill all over his body, and finally decided to return to Baihua Forest.
Li Muchan also felt that he had underestimated the power of the "Demon Cult" and the "Green Dragon Society", and that he was totally wrong.
The two factions are now omnipresent throughout the city of Luoyang. All kinds of people, including the common people, the wealthy, and the peddlers, all have their own troops. There are countless open and secret struggles, which is terrifying.
The wind and rain have dissipated, but what remains is the strong smell of blood.
Li Muchan waited cautiously for a long time. Seeing that there was no movement in the wooden hut, he took a deep breath and went over.
The house was in a mess, with blood splattered everywhere, knife marks and sword wounds, a few scattered severed fingers, broken weapons, and lost hidden weapons.
There wasn't a single body.
Li Muchan flared his nose suddenly in confusion, sniffed, then walked around the wooden hut and came to the cemetery behind.
In the diffuse morning mist, the scattered graves had long been flattened, turning into an empty space several feet square, revealing the renovated old soil.
Li Muchan's eyes changed, and he raised his foot hesitantly to push away some of the old soil. Immediately, he saw a pale face with wide-open eyes facing him from above.
He still remembered this man. He should be one of Shangguan Xiaoxian's four sedan bearers.
"Huh?"
As he was looking at it, Li Muchan suddenly showed a look of surprise and leaned over to look at the center of the corpse's eyebrows.
It was a small wound, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, no more than an inch long, very inconspicuous, and had turned purple and blue.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said to himself in a puzzled tone: "Knife wound? Flying knife."
The first two words are questions, but the last two words are confirmation.
Li Muchan stood up thoughtfully. It seemed that after he escaped last night, someone else must have come into the forest, and he must be an extraordinary master, a member of the "Qinglong Society".
but……
Shangguan Xiaoxian should not be dead, or even lost, otherwise the people in the city would have stopped their movements long ago.
The outcome is yet to be determined. Either both sides will suffer losses, or it will be difficult to determine the winner.
Li Muchan was not curious about these things at all; he just wanted to survive.
As for who wins and who loses, that is not something he can think about now.
Li Muchan came back here for another reason...
He looked at the huge grave in front of him that buried dozens of corpses or even more. The eerie ghost fire that had retreated not long ago in his eyes was showing signs of rising again. His hands at his sides were already trembling slightly, and a blue-black color appeared on his fingertips.
Since the "Clavicle Soul-Stirring Buddha Scroll" is a magical skill, it must be difficult to practice. He is not so naive as to think that he can be invincible in the world after obtaining the magical skill. In order to protect himself now, he can only use evil methods first.
Moreover, this fight was a godsend for Li Muchan, as it was perfect for him to improve his skills.
Now that he has been involved in this world, it is not his character to retreat blindly. Facing challenges head-on, surviving in adversity, and climbing higher and higher amidst the swords and shadows is the real pleasure.
But as if he was worried about something, Li Muchan suddenly rolled in the bloody mud, then quickly rushed to a hidden position in the southwest corner of the tomb, reached his hand into the soil, and when he lifted it up again, the lid of a coffin was opened.
The coffin was not buried deep, but placed very shallowly, covered with only a thin layer of grass and a layer of broken soil.
This was where Li Muchan had practiced the "Ghost Secret Book" before. Compared to the cunning and unpredictable human hearts and the treacherous world outside, he felt that a coffin of several feet was safer, and he could sleep more comfortably and with more peace of mind there.
He would even rather share a bed with rotting and smelly corpses than be with living people.
Although the coffin was buried shallowly, the space inside was more than twice that of an ordinary coffin.
There was wind and rain last night, and a layer of mud and water had accumulated inside.
Without thinking, Li Muchan reached out and took out a three-foot long knife, then dived in sideways.
After a thrilling night and days of fear, he was exhausted at the moment. He didn't want to think about anything else and just wanted to get enough rest first.
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Time passes.
During the day, Li Muchan curled up in the coffin and slept with a knife in his arms. He was awakened from time to time by the noise outside. Occasionally, there were a few urgent cries, but they were mostly made by ordinary people. It was probably the people who delivered the corpses in the city who were frightened by this horrible Shura-like scene, and they were so scared that they cried for their parents and peed their pants.
Nothing happened that day, and in the blink of an eye it was dark again, and dozens of new graves were added to the forest of flowers.
As soon as night fell, ghost fires started everywhere, the stench of corpses filled the fields, and a cold wind blew violently. The unburned paper ashes and paper money scattered all over the ground were immediately blown away by the wind, swirling and floating in the forest, causing the soul flags to flutter, making people feel as if they were trapped in the underworld, which was very terrifying.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Li Muchan slowly woke up from his coffin. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he gently to make a crack, and a ray of bright moonlight immediately came in, accompanied by a breeze.
The moon outside was already at its highest point, and the stench of corpses in the Hundred Flower Forest became even stronger, as if after being scorched by the sun during the day.
But just when Li Muchan was about to find a corpse to practice his skills, his expression suddenly tensed up and he shrank back, hurriedly holding his breath and carefully looking out through the gap.
But at this moment, a new grave not far away began to tremble slightly, and along with the rolling of earth and rocks, it seemed as if something was crawling out.
Li Muchan watched quietly, not daring to make any sound; soon , his eyes slowly narrowed, because a hand actually stretched out from the grave, followed by a head, and then a body.
The man had disheveled hair and was dirty, looking like a beggar, and was crawling out.
"hiss……"
But Li Muchan's heart was shocked and his pupils shrank sharply.
Others might not recognize who this person is, but he would definitely be able to tell him apart, because this person was none other than the "King of Lone Peak" of the Demon Cult, Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Why is Shangguan Xiaoxian here?
Li Muchan's mind raced and he soon figured it out.
Did this person lose, and then fake his death and be sent to Baihua Forest as a corpse, hoping to get away and escape the suppression of the "Qinglong Society"?
"I didn't expect that I would be defeated by this woman's tactics and schemes. It's really a narrow road for enemies. Judging from her weak steps, she must be injured..."
Li Muchan was secretly thinking about whether he should take advantage of the situation and kill this person to prevent future troubles.
But all his thoughts vanished in an instant, because he suddenly heard a light laugh in the night: "Haha, you are hiding here after all."
Another master is here.
